I had a dream about you. In my dreams you are always different perhaps even more real to me. How can I explain this to you It seems like in my dreams I envision parts of you that you prefer keep under surface. You hide from me as if there was something to hide. You push me away in fear. Now I know you are not afraid of me but that you cant trust yourself since its beyond your control. I know its frightening to love someone that much. I know it because I am afraid too. And I just wish that for once we would be afraid together.

I know that your soul is on life support and that you feel lost and like youre completely spinning out of control but youre finding yourself here tonight even in this darkness.

I had a dream about you. You had a wheelchair and I had a wheelbarrow and together we made love the way the Panama Canal should have been made. We dredged up a lot of dormant feelings that night.

As I look back on my life I think of how few rules should be followed. As for men we must learn bravery and live for Pleasure and for Beauty. More important than those two things should stand only one thing for us... Honor. A mans honor should be more sacred to him than his life especially in our age a time when very few men know what honor is.

I had a dream that I was in someone elses shoes for oncethey were the wrong size.

Nostalgia has a way of blocking the reality of the past.

I had a dream about you. Our relationship faded from red to white and somewhere in the middle in the pink zone I told you I loved you and you returned it. However at white our relationship went black and I sought red in the arms of another woman.

Prayer is the sign of your weakness. Rely on your inner strength. You will be the winner.

I had a dream about you. You were writing a book and I was reading a book. The problem was it was the same book. So while you were trying to write I sat next to you yelling at you to write faster because I am a speed reader. Seriously can you only type 1000 words per minute You slowed down my reading so much you made me feel like I had a second-grade reading level. Also you really should learn how to use a comma. Oh and one more thing. Its not a love story if theres only one character in the book. Not unless I am that character.

As for you girls you must risk everything for Freedom and give everything for Passion loving everything that your hearts and your bodies love. The only thing higher for a girl and more sacred for a young woman than her freedom and her passion should be her desire to make her life into poetry surrendering everything she has to create a life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in her imagination.