What I Mean By That Is That

There Are Seasons Of Our Lives When Nothing Seems To Be Happening, When No Smoke Betrays A Burned Town Or Homestead And Few Tears Are Shed For The Newly Dead. I Have Learned Not To Trust Those Times, Because If The World Is At Peace Then It Means Someone Is Planning War.

Love Is A Dangerous Thing. It Comes In Disguise To Change Our Life... Lust Is The Deceiver. Lust Wrenches Our Lives Until Nothing Matters Except The One We Think We Love, And Under That Deceptive Spell We Kill For Them, Give All For Them, And Then, When We Have What We Have Wanted, We Discover That It Is All An Illusion And Nothing Is There. Lust Is A Voyage To Nowhere, To An Empty Land, But Some Men Just Love Such Voyages And Never Care About The Destination. Love Is A Voyage Too, A Voyage With No Destination Except Death, But A Voyage Of Bliss.

We All Suffer From Dreams

I Do Understand That You Can Look Into Someone’s Eyes,” I Heard Myself Saying, “and Suddenly Know That Life Will Be Impossible Without Them. Know That Their Voice Can Make Your Heart Miss A Beat And That Their Company Is All Your Happiness Can Ever Desire And That Their Absence Will Leave Your Soul Alone, Bereft And Lost.

A Man Does Not See Where He Treads In Battle, For He Is Watching The Enemy.