After launching my bio on the Web in 1997, including my Papua New Guinea foray, I had a strange imagining whilst I slept.

In a nightmare, I journeyed to Tehran, where I was shown home truths.

Barack Hussein Obama = Osama Bin Laden / Sadam Hussein = Terrorism + Death to America.

Poem.

A poem telling a fantasy tale of a man who pursued the tree of youth so that he could eat its fruit to become young again but why did he fail?

The only way I’ll ever get to outer space is in my head…my inner space, if you will. Dreams can take you places you just can’t get to otherwise.

This is a poem I wrote that was inspired by some of my more elaborate dreams. It is about a chronic dreamer who finally wakes up, only to find himself the victim of his own dream.

Talking about how love does not exist.

A description of truth to another and to all of those who tell it think of this first:

Its poem about, being a child and not knowing what’s real.

Alone is so unreal.