You were in my dream last night
Which was strange
And I knew that I didn't want you there because
You complicate things
And what made it even stranger
Was realizing that today is your birthday
So
Happy birthday
I guess

Now, I don't mean it.

I don't even like virgins. Let alone want to ravage them.

Nothing against virgins, you understand. After all, I love the Virgin Mary. And my dog, Tina-the-Beast is a virgin (though not by choice, but neither was the Virgin Mary).

Give me an experienced woman, anytime. Let us ravage one another, consensually and not for money. Much more fun.

Meanwhile, back to the headline:

The reason I posted that screaming boldface, RAVAGE ALL VIRGINS!!! above my MySpace blog was as a test. Just to see if anyone breathing is out there who doesn't want 'to meet cool, new people'.

You see, my inflammatory political posts, as well as the ones with masterful irony and humor, and the deeply spiritual ones... Well, they are all going unnoticed.

So let's see if something sexually outrageous gets attention.

But if I get more fake, cyber-bimbos, peddling the promise of S-E-X, they need not bother.

I can see you in my mind
Feel you in my heart
Our lives joined
To never part

Your love
Penetrates my soul
With a deft,
Yet forceful touch
You are my completion
Half to make me whole
I give you my heart
With complete trust…

Our love
is a brightly burning flame
Each day,
To learn you and know you
Again & again
More fully and deeply,
Than ever before
To love you, honor you, cherish you,
Until my life is no more

I want nothing greater
Than to watch you grow old
And be by your side
To share with you
The rest of my life

I declare before friends,
Family…
And all the Saints,
That each day
I am blessed
to share with you,
I will thank God
For His grace.

9:00 AM, June 8th, 2007

“Dad, what's up with you? Not feeling well?”

“Ahhh, I don't know, I haven't felt good for quite sometime. I was up last night, threw up my cream of wheat. Now the milk I drank this morning has come up too.”

“Ain't it about time ya called the Doctor?”

“Yeah, I spose so, hand me the phone.”

8:30 PM, June 23rd, 2007

“We've had a really bad day, the IV's have pumped 37.5 liters (15+ gallons) of fluid into your Dad’s body and its coming out as fast as we put it in via the drain tubes. We've upped this type of blood pressure medicine to the max. We can add the third med if you so choose? See what happens?”

“Okay Doc, go ahead, we'll see how he is in the morning.”

June 23rd, 11:00 PM, 2007

'The Doctor would like you to come back to your Dad's room.”

The monitors were beeping, his blood pressure plummeting, heart rate jumping erratically, the rapid sound of the IV pump was set at full steam shouted,

by Carmen J. Day, Life Coach

Breaking free from self-imposed or otherwise prisons is to free the mind…In the literal sense, Nelson Mandela demonstrated this by finding peace, love, and forgiveness doing an unmerited incarceration. The metaphoric prisons (the one of the mind) in some ways are the most debilitating, they are not visible, they are in a latent state and often manifest in ones’ experience in many disparaging ways. This gives birth to illness, stress, lack, fear, and all hosts of experiences, thereby weaving the illusionary matrix.

Now, what I call the illusionary matrix is the veil or smoke screen of circumstances, which clouds our vision. Instead on meditating on how good and awesome life is, we meditate on the perceived lack, this is the mistake, or error thinking that feeds the illusionary matrix.

This story is dedicated to all of the lost loves, and truly broken hearts throughout the world. Acceptance is more than a word, it is of heart and soul.

In a very small town, a young man fell in love with a beautiful young lady. The young lady had always admired, and cherished her time with the young man, and was so happy to be his bride. Now in this small town of 3500 people their wedding was huge, beautiful, and had most townspeople in attendance. Everything was just right.

Before long, the beautiful young lady gave birth to a beautiful little boy. He was the joy and happiness of his Mom and Dad. They loved him, and cherished him, and made sure that he had the finest of things growing up. This young man was not like other children though, he spent much of his time alone, reading, and not playing sports, or doing the expected boy things. He loved to watch movies and listen to musicals, and to go to the neighboring town and watch the theatre in the winter.

STRANGERS IN THE NIGHT

PASSING IN THE MOONLIGHT

SHADOWS FLOWING RECKLESSLY

NOTHING THE EYES CAN SEE

A WONDERFUL FEELING

THE HEART IS BEATING

TRYING TO UNDERSTAND

THE ULTIMATE PLAN

COURAGE BEGINNING TO APPEAR

TAKING AWAY ALL FEAR

STRANGERS IN THE NIGHT

FRIENDS BY DAYLIGHT

TREMBLING, TOUCHING, KISSING

THINKING, NEEDING, WISHING

SUNSET-STARLIGHT

TIME STOPS

HEARTS IN FLIGHT

NO LONGER STRANGERS IN THE NIGHT

A rose is beautiful in its opening blossom
It is gorgeous until it is all gone
A lilac, with a scent from heaven
Reminds us of a place where we began

Rainbows color the sky so bright
Until they finally take their flight
Brooks swing a sweet lullaby
Until they are too dry

The sun, an angel to guide us through
The night a dark and mysterious hue
Friendship, a gift to cherish for ever
From our heart, kindness could never sever

Time never stops its onward plot
Guiding us from our every thought
Life a gift never appreciated
Until there is someone who is a belated

Life, more than just a dream
It is truly a beginning to a theme
Happiness may only seem
For others, but not for us
In ourselves and life, we should always trust.

Time keeps ticking by
My eyes do nothing but follow the seconds
I miss your lovely presence
I sit here waiting with a huge sigh

Why must time go so slow?
Does it not know?
That I am wishing for the moment
That you are here beside me?

When will time stop teasing?
When will my fantasy become reality?
When will we be able to embrace once again?

Why do I have so many questions?
No answers to be found
The room, it is empty, hollow
No life has been found

I wonder why is it that we are apart
When will our lives meet with the beating of our hearts?
What shall I do?
When shall the ticking become reality?
When shall the clock become my friend?
A friend for me once again?

I miss you