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I really don't have anything to write.

But if I did...it would be about you.

I see your face in every star.

I look at the moon...... I see your smile.

I listen to the wind..... I hear your laughter.

Even my heart speaks your name.

The passion we share is like thunder...

Beating in our hearts.

There have been times we cryed together.

Our teardrops were like sweet rain.

Mending our hearts and bringing us closer together.

Though I'm not with you now.

If you look behind you.

You will se… 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

In one of the groups I'm in a lady named Mary Rose passed away. She had responded to me by email about a couple of my poems. But she never told me she was sick. I wish I had known. Anyway I wanted to send you the emails that the group owner posted in the group I was in with her. . Please read it all it will bless your heart. This also has her last post on here.

This note was sent to me this morning concerning Mary Rose.
Mary Rose was such a blessing to us all.
I sent a note back to her father t… 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

I wondered upon a little girl crying one day Her tears were like raindrops streaming down her face.
I wanted to say something to her. But the look on her face told me different.
It was more than just pain on her face...... there was hurt there too.
I wanted to put my arms around her and just hold her.
I wanted to take her pain and hurt into my own heart. For it hurt me so to see her crying like this. And I wondered...can I even begin to bare her pain?
Whatever was wrong I knew it was just too mu… Continue