God is love, God is power… if anything I’m looking for a girl to love, or a girl to love me and money is power. Are You There Love… somehow I don’t believe love is listening just like Go never did but there’s this girl and maybe…

It’s what’s for dinner; okay I didn’t mean that… this time, it’s just I’m really into the angelic type and for a few weeks now I’ve been looking at an angel. Lion Loves Lamb, this girl, this angel has been on my mind and I believe…

You have such a radiant light about you.

The angel of light is masquerading – stealing souls in the race to hell.

Poem.

This poem is for my oldest daughter.

A poem about a blue light in a basement.

A guardian angel watches over you.

Thinking of my friend I came up with this.

That which keeps one away from sliding off the edge of loneliness and companionship.