Wash my hands with the morning dew, while everything is still.
While everything is still untouched;
Still quiet;
Still deserted.

And not a soul is around to see.
To see if i'm still breathing;
To see if i'm still here;
To see if i still speak.

Sometimes when I lay in bed and think , often at night when pitch black and only the stars blink.  In this life of thirty six years I have found many things that some would hold dear.  But in this journey for the thing that I seek it is very difficult to find and at times may make life seem bleak.

Yet I go on and I continue to look although this information can't be found in a book , it might be written or  even sometimes spoke but if it makes its way inside you ......believe me it's no joke.

It will make you think things that you have never thought and do things that you were never taught .  Because the reason you do this how it makes you feel , like you are aboard a spaceship and you are at the wheel.  Flying so high so hot so fast which in any moment you know you might crash.

But in taking this risk you will quickly see that to find this feeling doesn't come easily , for this feeling is almost like a drug ......but no drugs at all for what I speak of is Love.

Life is like a lottery.
There are not many winners!

To have but one winner,
There must be many losers!

The higher the prize,
The more losers!

I dream the dream,
I do so want to win.

But again, not even a free ticket.
Maybe next time!

Are you glad I played?
$$$$ Mr. Winner $$$$

I’m a storyteller at heart

but you made me this way

whispered tales of adventures

told before I drifted away



I remember the feeling

but never the story

why, why can’t I remember



All you’ve left me with is a longing

to connect the dots

so whispered tales I continue to tell

until maybe one day I can get it right



And the words and feelings

can finally be joined as one

and I won’t feel as empty

The constant fear of pleasant shame
Delay the love for pleasing them and find the love for ear's affection

Play on... Create something for yourself
This isn't for them
Play on... Ideas are a thinkers weapon
Use them till the end

Better yourself, though your thouhts
And never through ones request
Something to prove to yourself
Through this it is not the answer

If you've ever had a thought
Express through mind and maybe you'll find another

What we used to do as a tradition
Is now lost as a condition
When we used to listen
We now only hear
This is a message