Again it comes to the point of the blade...the Ides of March comes around....tis my day to celebrate....Happy Birthday to me...I will have a great day!

Why is it that women can become so flustered over what men say or ask? I say to you that we are not so weak just because we are expressive....men who hold in everything and play the games of woman and laugh....beware...we will have our time!

The porch light had a soft glow as the wind blew the sacred whispers of the dream world….
I have fallen asleep and now my mind has taken over my world….
There is no returning until my sleep is full and complete…
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A figure moves around among the flying curtains. It dances from side to side; dancing to all the far reaching places in my mind…
I dream of many a things. I dream of many a peoples.
People…people… I see him now. The one man who haunts my dreams whom I shall never see on the outside. He touches me, he caresses me. He makes soft tender love to me.
“No one will know our secret for we have a secret message, one that no one else will ever know.”
When my love has ended I come back to the outside. Nothing has changed but I know all is different. I walk my same steps as is done every day and sit in the chair framed around my body. I look up and he’s there.
“That is the man I love.”
He looks at me and I feel the sudden rush of events from my dream come flying back.
I glance around the room, to see if anyone noticed the long glance which he had made towards me, but no one seemed to notice.
It’s odd for we know not what has happened but for what has been done has the flecks of insight between the two of us. I close my eyes and know that this was just a dream. His hand touches my shoulder and I look up....a soft gentle smile is waiting for my eyes.

The world was once dark,
Walking in tunnels of shadows
The lights were spots of blackness,
Until…
Until by some miracle,
God gave me such a gift
As to make me able to make the dark to light
To make the skies shine so bright
I’m seeing….
Seeing the world only the sightful man could see
Some of the sights hurt
Scare and torture me
Maybe this isn’t what I want
Maybe the darkness is my destiny…

In class I look up and listen to the long jammering of her words....why is it that I am here? I look at her and wonder why is she the one that controls my thoughts, my abilities...I close my eyes and imagine her as someone else...I raise my hand silently and realize it is only in my thoughts....my question is...."Why do you have something that no one should have...control of MY World?"