If we listen, our hearts will tell us things that we can only see in our dreams. A bitter heart can only be gladdened by more sorrow making itself its own prey. Joy would last longer if we only enjoyed it instant by instant. It sets our heart to muse on things that are seemingly beyond our reach and if we are not afraid of heights (which most often we are) we will let her take us to where the rainbow ends. Riding the ninth wave is only for those that defy the storm by mimicking its dangerous rhythm methodically. i leave my muse here to amuse myself to a lonely sleep. I beg God to have mercy on me and grant me a short cut away from all my sins and permanently in his courtyard as a porter in his dwellings.

I feel like writing someone a letter. Yes all of us want to touch and be felt. But is this not just another of the endless human cravings. That man would ever desire that which he cannot get. one thing yet is truer than others and that is that in life there are more colors than the retina can rectify...color can heals us when we admire them and can make us lose ours when we but adore them over and over again for each person is a myriad of living colors that wants to be adored for being so adorned.

Right now I don’t know what to say but I will say something... what’s on my mind? Let me guess... ok i got it. it is a tale of true love... of how it conquered me... an saved me...from me... and success... how it almost blinded me from the light and the cross that I left behind while searching for me. Sometimes we realize it late in life that we miss greatness while trying to achieve greatness. but there is a story of hope that in my weakness, there is still strength to hope and love beyond the borders of our own capacity.

An artiste is a prince in a kingdom of the surreal. Fire Breathing Dragons of the imagination are his toys. She is a princess, a teacher, Music and most anything. An artist is light and a source of true meaning in the midst of a mechanized system.

Well of honesty shalt not a man speak so highly of himself for that shall be the Jury of the gods who canst only but confer such lofty estate upon mortals

but when of reason a man hast come of years... pure judgment with clear conscience may well stand to refute this saying and crown whomsoever she wills…. RESH

My story is an adventure... slaying of dragons... rescuing people from the evil grip of the evil necromancer called FEAR.... galloping through blight and weather in search of greater deeds... I discover that I am a savior in my own capacity and Glory is my calling... we fight under the shade of his great mercy.... and we win trophies for our king.... Here we come in the name of the Mighty King of the kings of the earth

Nicholas Barsan, from Queens, New York, was identified as "the world's greatest real estate salesman" in 1987 by Success Magazine. The year before, he had earned more than $1,000,000 by selling more than $27 million worth of real estate. The amazing part of Barsan's story is that he was a Romanian immigrant and had been selling houses for only four years. He said, "To me, nothing is impossible...Attitude is number one with me."

Word Choice

A good thing to remember,

A better thing to do-

Work with the construction gang,

Not with the wrecking crew.

During his first day on the job, an employee asked one of his new colleagues what it was like working in this office. The seasoned employee responded with a question of his own. He asked, “What was it like working at the place from which you came?” The new recruit quickly spit out his disdain for the former place of employment. He replied, “It was a terrible job. I didn’t enjoy the work or the people for whom I worked.” The wise colleague then responded, “Well, unfortunately, I’m afraid you’ll find it pretty much the same here.” We may change places and faces, but unless we change our attitude, life will remain much the same.

Who Switched the Price Tags? Tony Campolo, 1986, p. 109