My son is my world, my inspiration, and my one and only. To think that he has to be brought up in a world like it is today is very scary. What lies in the future for our young and what are they inheriting. Will it be a world of tomorrow or the same old world of today. Will it even be on this world. I hope by the time hes old enough to strike out on his own the world as we know it might be in a better place.

The dream started similar enough, but it soon took a turn for the worst. What I didn't know at the time was that the dream was real, and it was only the mismatched characters that I met who were dreaming. I was in a field with no particular idea of what to do. I was complacent here, albeit bored. As I searched the terrain I found the edge of a forest. Throughout the tangles of brush and trees, one path stood out. It cut through the dark wood like a deity reaching out for its puppet to do its work. I found my self overcome with a sense of exploration and didn't believe my life would be complete unless I followed this path to wherever it might lead, be it disaster or some life altering lesson.

Love is loveless and so is the matter of fact mind, its blasphemy and hypocrisy rolled into a blanket filled with shame. Somewhere along the lines of clear thinking comes the fuzziness of reality and city lights strewn across an ocean so taken in by itself that it cannot expand to face the coming fires in a mind alone. Scars remind of rotten flesh within your self, but its the memory of you two in bed that explains the true presence of self. Art is true passion to create with out a partner. But art wont get up in the morning and breath softly in your ear like you wish she would.

Ahh what is so wonderful other then the freedom of self. Unless of course your torn before a council of destruction and light. But what happens to a tile in frame of the tapestry in time. Blindness becomes forgiveness and blah de blah, but what I'm asking is it terrible to think of yourself as free. To say I'm not tied down to the weight of anything that matters and take the back pack of originality off and see it hit the floor with such force that it explodes in a shower of rainbows. Ohhh in the end nothing gets better the world will show you that, like a B 12 bomber model, its all well and fun untill someone tears it down and reveals everything you held deep. Death is not the end of obstruction but a product of it. Shadows tell time and light burns a retina of a wilderbeast so that it cant see you in the way. INSANITY INSUES!!!! And once agian your in the bus depot wondering what it would be like to take off that suit and go get wasted, if that is the right word at least. Throw some blood on the wall and remember that color shows a functioned brain but ohhh im so unlikely to tell you that mine is still grey. Run away from what you thought you knew, live a life you did preseve it. Take away the love within to peel away every pretty face and be baptized in fire. Again death is not the end of obstruction but a product of it. But what then is life? INSANITY!!?

I loved only one woman. She had the name of the queens and it was fittingly bestowed upon her. Of course you would never think it looking at her. She had a peirceing in her nose and her hair changed almost as frequently as the night sky on a cool spring evening. I watched it go from blonde to black, even to green once. But every new color brought out a mysterious feeling from inside of me almost as mysterious as the woman herself. I have never felt that feeling before or since. I wonder, thinking about her now if she's thinking back towards me. If maybe she's looking at that full moon and laughing at that silly man in it the same as me.
Of course you wouldn't call our short time together a normal one because she was being courted by another. But at the end of the summer we spent as friends, that other boy did not matter. We shared one night where we left all circumstances at the door and explored our feelings for each other. She gave me an old ring that had been given to her, and I wore that majestic present around my neck. I didn't let it leave my sight until that unfortunate day I was forced to give it back to her. I was following a career opportunity that I could not give up and the fortunes that be made sure to separate us while we were still ahead of the troubles that might have come. But to this day I think about her before I go to bed, and I tell the night air to send the message of everlasting love to her ear. I know in my heart that I will never love another the way that I love her. That makes the burden all the more hard to bare but I will bare it because I have no choice. I love you and nothing can change that.
Goodnight and Sweet Dreams
Cory