Sand Flickers between my toes
Twirling staffs of light
Brushing the sand
with Rythmic pause

Amiss is my bliss
once captured in such array
smiles are fleeting
consistency in days

No extreme highs
No extreme lows
Life is still
Floating, Nowhere, is my soul.

Jan 2004 .

(when you read this, think past the Michel Moore and GW stuff, it's much bigger then them or this 1 personal instance that I use as an example)

Real Heroes - Require Real Villains.

This is true about me; it's true about my ex-wife, or Government and our religions. We create real villains to develop our real hero’s strength and courage in order to tell of their heroic acts. Don Quixote understood this so well, with his villains that were really just windmills, he roamed t... read more