Last night I had a dream...
You were standing on the shore.
You were holding my hand.
You were holding me so tightly.
Your eyes shining like the stars.
Your heart was beating like a drum.
You were smiling when we kissed.
Last night I had a dream...
We were flying like the birds.
We listened to the crash on the rocks.....
As we made love on the sand...
Last night I had a dream.......
Or was it a dream...?
01/01/08/ac Revised 01/21/10/ac

Scars

After such a long time of being an outcast you seem to ask your self are you truely human?
If so, why do they look at you with such distain?
You question your motives then you realize you really aren't like them.
And realizing that most people are ignorant and hate you for what you have and for what you are.
And all these scars...
All these scars melt away from a face that was stricken so many times by people's hate.
They melt away in your presence.
Melt away for love.
ac03/02/04

I walk down my garden path of darkness, through the stones with names covered with moss and earth.The darkness covers me, protects me, shields me from any; and all human presence.I ponder of the days, weeks and years gone by, and still I try to understand why I still hide in the shadows of this life I call my own.I look up to see stars blinking back at me, like a watcher.I arrive home, my home still after 100 years.I enter through the iron gate just to see the gleaming full moon burst forth from the dark dreary rain clouds.Down stone stairs passed a stone table to the back wall.I wonder as I slide down the cold stone wall and hit the damp stone floor. " What will become of me?"ac/11/14/09

The heroes of the light but neither born in one or the other,but born into a world scarred with a face to bare for eternity...
Bound with a name dipped in the pools of hate but a soul dipped in purity to neither having more of one than the other...
To be able to choose both paths instead of just one.
These laws of which I believe by them being the path of love and hate...
composed with very specific laws unwritten but scetched deep within your head.
My idea of a perfect society is one where it does not fade into either good or evil...
known for not one but many things but known for mostly for its openmindedness and its wisdom.
Beyond simple structure the stones which build them, my society built apon the old rule of an eye for an eye and its fairness of treating others how you wish to be treated...
the knowledge to know no one is born in to power.
But strengthen to the point of that power, no man or woman may hold supreme power over all things nor can one man or woman control another.
All living things die...
a society where the people decide how thier country is controlled not how a select few control it.
I believe that a country should represent the people not a select few that are almost always corrupt to speak for them...
ac/10/24/09

What a mess I have become.
Torn, wet,cold and crippled.
Frozen lips, blue as the sky and as dead as the grave.
Cut and staind with blood I look down to see a reflection of myself through a ****** pool...
I scream out but only the distant abyss of the canyon can hear and reply its echos which send the beasts of the wilderness a stray.
My legs tremble to the powerful might of the shakes from this scared earth, I grab at it but too late to feel it, I slip sending me to the ground laying my hair down to my knees...
I hope that there is always a light in the night but I guess in this nightmare there is only a faceless darkness that always claws at my feet...
I reach out and dig my hand into the earth, running my hand to the nib ripped and bleeding...
I was once thoughs clouds that darken the earth but now thoughs clouds darken me...
I make one more attempt to rise but the ground trembles before me and I start to slip once again..
and grab the edge like a lioness would grab its prey's neck.
It was not enough and my body goes limp and my fingers go numb and they break loose....
At that instance I felt a presence of warmth crash on top of me like a wave of warmth entangled around my wrists, knocking my cold and limp body into the side of the cliff and starts to reel me upwards.....
Feeling the ground beneath my feet, safely bringing me back to where I started once again....
ac/10/24/09

I lay here with pen in hand thinking of many things...
I wonder why the sky is blue.
Why we live by time.
How come we cry when we are sad and when we are happy.
Do you know why we are here?
Why do we grow old?
How come we die and do we have to??
Where does fear come from?
and where does it go when we fall in love?
How come some are born broken and others are not?
Do you know what hate is?
Why do we feel pain?
Do we love for a reason?
What is it all for???
Many thoughts....
are there answers???
ac/05/13/03 revised/02/15/10/ac

Lost and confused..
Not a dream.
No relaxing thoughts.
Complete confusion..
Shadows dance and twirl.
Nothing making any sense..
No way there, no way back.
Wandering images.
Unread messages.
Dread and fear..
Uncontrolable silence..
Lost... Blind...

ac/04/17/05 revised 02/19/10/ac