A short poem about perceiving time.

One look may be all that it takes, but look again and you won’t be so sure…

Fictional story about Lucifer and supernatural communities and pain, life and death, murder, and trickery.

The lable was War though only four attacks. A U.S. President in war tends to get re-elected. It was an election year. no-one took credit but an oil businessperson targets an oil country. Weapons of mass destruction? Fine but convenient since that was known thirty years earlier-different weapons, same excuse. We were hurt and I find that hurt is used as a distraction. II think blaming a country or religion for loud mouth individuals getting some celebrity seems inappropriate. This is thoughts about behind nine eleven that might not have been heard or thought.~

Here is a fun little University made off the concept of being rude to people.

A singing Sexy lady with a trick going on.

What is it that one must to, in order to make another feel their love? I do not know, if anyone does…please help me.

In love your heart is open for the taking.

Such a pity, isn’t it?

This poem describes the inner experience and struggle I had after recently meeting an absolutely amazing shamanic man.