In the beginning was the myth. God, in his search for self-expression, invested the souls of Hindus, Greeks, and Germans with poetic shapes and continues to invest each child's soul with poetry every day.
‘When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.’ Billy - age 4

"You were too good to hate. Now you're far too easy to love. But no more running. No more running."

The sun is starting to rise again. I wish I could say, I never doubted that it would. But faith was thinning by the day. I'm happy.
As am I. As am I.

Durban 09. It's been 6 months.

.."but we've got passion
they've got prisons
you've got the freedom to
make a decision
will you abandon
all your addictions
take your stand and
live your convictions
what've you got to lose what've
you been taught to chose
what're you so hot to prove.."

"Time isn't precious.
It's an illusion.
The only thing that is precious
is NOW.
Because that's all there is
and all there will ever be.
Everything that happened in the past,
also happened NOW.
We HAVE to remember

Words and Picture, Loveology

I miss you like hell. But I wouldn't change it even if I could. And I'm sorry for that. I wish I could regret.

"Whatever your hand find to do, do it with all your might. Because beyond the grave, where you are going, there is neither working, nor planning, nor knowledge, nor wisdom." Ecclesiastes...9,8?

Consider the possibility that nothing is impossible.
Withdrawal symptoms and everything.

Winter's here. The snow is coming, faster, faster. And I'm disappearing, faster, faster.

"She was standing there by
The broken tree
Her hands are all twisted
She's pointing at me
I was damned by light comin'
Out of her eyes she
Spoke with a voice that
Disrupted the sky
She said walk on over here
To the bitter shade
I will wrap you in my arms
And you'll know you've been saved
Let me sign"

Inside,Inside,Burning up,Crumbling,Disintegrating,Inside.

The strength in his words, in his sighs.
The power in his silence.
The passion in his stare.
Working beneath the surface, his mind racing, always racing.
Honourable until the very end.
Honourable until it kills him.