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There she stood.
Like a star shining in the night.
She peeked through the clouds.
While the moon hid in the shadows.
I listened as the wind blew through the trees.
Wondering if her heart would speak to mine.
I saw this stars light fading in and out.
As if her beauty was yearning to be seen.
To be felt....or even caressed.
I approached this star in the night.
And as we began to talk.
That's when I began to see the real beauty of the one.
Who hid herself in the shadows.
She became mine as I held h… Continue

To the one who calls himself Dreamer

I'm writing this on February 22, 2004. I know

you have many questions about past lives. You

always suspected you lived before. But you never

had proof. What is written here is for you Dreamer.

I know you see things others don't. And it disturbs

you because they can't see. These are the ones

who call you a dreamer. They say these things are

fantasies born in your heart. But you see...I'm a

dreamer too. And I looked far enough ahead in my cycle of

liv… Continue

Last night I had a dream. It was different than an dream I'd had

before. Even after I woke up in the middle of the night. It was

like I was still dreaming. Cause I was still seeing the things

my subconscious mind (mind of the spirit) wanted me to see.

What was so strange about this dream is that everyone I know

was in this dream. And yes..even you.

Here's the dream. You can take if for what it's worth. All I know

is what I saw.

I dreamed I was walking in a big grassy field. The sun was s… Continue

I was at work today. And I began to think about what happened to me when I was

three..when I fell out of a moving car. Because I have no memory of what happened.

I must call upon my spirit (subconscious mind) to reveal to me what happened.

Using the power of my imagination (the eyes of my heart). I will draw upon it's

resources to reveal in me (my conscious mind) what happened that day. Using

the gift given to me to put into words things I feel and see. I will do my best to

explain to you… Continue

What I'm writing now may sound strange. But in truth most of my writings are. Some may call me crazy for even thinking about saying what I have to say. But I don't care. It's a part of who I am.
Someone once called me a mystic after reading my poems. No....I'm not a mystic. But I can tell you who I am. I am a timeless spirit. I am from the past....from the future...from the now....from time everlasting. Right now I feel that I am a soul sent from the future. For what reason I know not. Your sayi… Continue