Prayer of a New Age Dreamer

Lying sparks no flames, but lies can become wildfires.

Death is a part of life, and should not be feared. But death is then, and life is now.

Family and Friends may love you, but you are the only one who truly understands "you".

Time and Privacy are valuable things. If you wish to enjoy yours, don't disrupt anothers.

Love is magical and unimaginable. Lust is not. Do not confuse the two.

People change. Do not resent them for it. Accept them for what they have become.

Words solve problems more often then Force. But, words cause more problems then Force ever could. Understand the difference.

Some things are best left unsaid. Unless you want them re-said, regurgitated, and wrong.

Having sex, and making love, are two different things accompanied with two different emotions.

Friends will tell you what you want to hear. True friends will tell you what you NEED to hear.

"I love you" are words said between lovers. Anything less, isn't acceptable.

Just because you have something to say, doesn't mean people are going to want to hear it. That being said, you are entitled to your own opinion.

Conformity is not a problem. Just because you don't belong in a certain environment, doesn't mean there isn't an environment that you belong in. You just have to create it.

When swimming against the stream of life and society, tread carefully, and watch out for the waves.

Karma may or may not exist, and even if it doesn't, I will still lead my life according to how I wish to be treated by my peers.

These are the rules I try to live by. I'm an imperfect soul. But I know who I am. What I want. And how I choose to be seen by society. For all the things I'm not, there are things that I am.

~Prayer of a New Age Dreamer

Notebook Sessions #1

I wonder often

What it could be like

To know the pleasure you know,

The excitement someone new brings,

The suspence of day to day,

She gives you.

It's not her,

nor you,

not even me.

But of her and you becoming "we",

and me...

Well, I'm still me.

One day perhaps,

I'll know that faraway feeling.

Something I knew long ago, far away

I can't quite recall,

Who, what, why it was.

But it was.

Or was it?

For the Bold

What to write,

What to type.

I'm having difficulties,

Crossing i's, dotting t's.

Here I sit,

Nothing much writ,

Just my luck...

..But fuck...

While on the breeze,

I see with ease.

Days ahead and soon and far.

...

Makes one wonder where I are...

Ramble, ramble ramble

Words all a scramble.

Can't wrap my head around this concept,

except...

Here we are.

Something I accept.

What's tomorrow hold?

For the Brave.

For the Young.

For the Bold.

Hmm.

Lately,
I forgot what it's like to feel wanted.

Lately,

I wonder what if, more often then not

Lately,

I don't know what I'm capable of anymore

Lately,

I feel lonely all over again.