Take nothing.

My heart speaks about the music pushing a dam to bust apart:

To purify into a fun loving flow

And the places to go

You can talk to me

By the melting snow

In a the yellow light of dusk

There are little birds

Singing in the morning

Completing the night

Rising with strength.

Many songs basically say:

I am not happy.

What do I believe in now besides writing and friends?

Egad?

My faith in much has gone down!

I believe in myself

I have unshakable belief in my country

But overall the world has shown to much of a dark side in the last few years.

I have an unusual anxiety almost panic over a question dear to my heart:

WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO BEAKER!!!?

HELP!

Color Contest with three winners and unannounced prizes:

Your colors to show the unreal are purple, red, orange, white. pink as main colors to use with complete creative licence!

Winners declared in about a month!

The animals have moved into Chernobyl and made it a fun place.

Loving nice people don't enjoy bringing pain onto others.

I am sorry for ruining the English language!

I'll try to do some extra repenting ASAP!

Is it really that hard to give a compliment to a hard working writer?

Oh the power?!

Ode to ignore it

As this is my secret

The who poodle

When I wasn't looking

The pants are walking

Get them poodles running

Watch them run.

Soon to be true,

Dreams coming into being

The sun comes like a lost friend

Heart warming inside

I am free.