If I offer you bread instead of a bullet, will we begin to talk? If I accept that your beliefs are different from my own, can we begin to understand one another? If I come to your aid without seeking to change who you are, will we then have peace? Standing across from another person half a world away, it is often difficult to see eye to eye. While one set of values governs our thoughts, another path has influenced a different way of life. In order for us to get along, we must first find common ground. Only then can we plant the seeds of hope and peace.

That moment when u could hear ur own heart beat...
That moment when u know that ur heart is beating faster than ever....
That moment when u can hear ur own breathing very clearly...
That moment when everything around you standstill,
but time....

It is that moment u have actually fallen in love....!!!
Every time I see u I fall in love with you again and again..!!!

I wonder sometimes
If you really know
How much I hurt when you push away
It's not your fault
That you get scared
Your rotten past
Has decayed your trust
Eating away at your optimism
Leaving only gristly fear
And love
I still see the love shine in your eyes
When you think I'm not looking
And the fear
Sad and caring
Like a whipped dog
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
The pain almost tangible
You shed not a tear
I will cry in your place
When you finally push all the way

The sorrowful birds seemed less enchanted,
Like a forgotten holocaust beating
In agony, the silent grey of dawn
Set forth over the mystery.
Under perplexed veils I call
Forth the lost days of depressing
Symbols, like a raven in the distance,
A storm smothering its deathly gaze.
     And when alone the sparrow
Refused to chirp, instead wallowed
In the quiet solitudes of the lucid
dreaminess of the bitter infinite grey.
      Earth offers its deathly gaze
As a meager conteplation in the
Grey of the early Winter displaying
Her snowy apron like some dark matron.
Gradually the day drags obeying
Time, slow to the mind of a sad one,
Preoccupation of illusions,
Like a poets inane blank page,
A wind minded sadness flying
Through darkened pupils:

A grey irony forms,
A crow cloaked as a hope
Cries to the infinite grey;
"I will always love you,
Though you abuse me."

I dreamed a glacial moment,
Where time ends or begins,
I was hopeful the grey would
Never end and I could wear
Its sad dark velvet with its
Perjured love and scorned existence,
I follow the shadow of storms
Searching for the torment with in,
The bleakness is a grey day with
The sun hiding its hopeful radiance.

Moonlight; just enough to illuminate the silhouettes creating the forest -
just enough to help the sky glow; a black ocean freckled with stars, so modest.
With tiny chimes in the distant wind of the flickering trees
signalling the beat of pure white galloping hooves heard over the silent breeze.
A myth? Perhaps. Or, more believably, the strength of the woodland?
She casts a playful spell upon us all with her charm easily, as if planned.
Wild and free, full of purity and innocence; she brings excitement  
and is a reminder to never grow up but stay full of enchantment.

I'll be walking til' I can,
To reach my destination which I can
It doesn't matter what time it is
I'll keep moving forward until I can

I'll play a song in my head
I'll feel the breeze with every breath
I'll watch the cars that'll pass me by
And they wish if I'll hitch-hike