Deceptive Truth

Signs point me in the wrong direction or perhaps I am reading them wrong? Living a life in a self deception and feeling if it's been me behind the mask all along? Lost in this wilderness… I don't want to… Be free… I don't want to… Lose sight of me…

Not Only a Dream

In the air, in the house, aromas of misconceptions and emotional persuasions towards... The fireplace is lit and the heat is overwhelming the freezing drops of wind that find its way inside… Her body, ablaze with her love, hair falling over and her eyes closed and her lips smiling.

It was for you

Sometimes I dream of Dinah, sometimes I dream of Barbara, sometimes I dream about Jerusalem and our three weeks of mountainous heights and those valleys.

Tales from the F Train Chapter Two Jacob

In 1945 I had just come back from being stationed at Fort Bragg. I had been released for what they called ‘section 8.’ My first night back at home, we lived at 99 Ryerson Street in Brooklyn, next to the park over there, my first night there I met with my girl. She was happy I was home and expected me to pop the question. I wasn’t ready to ask any questions to anyone. The next night she told me she had met someone while I was away and that he did have a question for her and she was ready to answer him, unless I would ask her first. I laughed, turned and walked away while she cried, ran up to her room and I never saw her again.

Life of a Salesman Chapter 3

My mother didn't like me all that much. Oh she loved me but she just didn't like me. She would tell me this when she put me to sleep at night. "Love you! Don't like you very much, but you are my son." "Love you too, mom. Mom? Did dad like me?" I would ask. "Yes he did, honey, he loved you." "So how come you dont like me much?" "Not sure - but I love you." "So you love me so much that you cannot like me?" "I guess you can say that - now go to sleep."

Blood and Coffee and the Field of Dreams

The world is spinning out of control - Islamic extremists do not have any sense of the value of a single life. They worship a religion where death is the ultimate achievement. Whereas the rest of the world celebrates life and the value of each and every soul. We understand that with each death there is a value, a space, that is lost and the world, the whole world is changed forever. So we watch baseball, we scream obscenities at the screen, jump for joy when we can and simply enjoy the pain of being a NY Met's fan.

One O One (Happy Birthday)

This world is short on kindness and we can use some more love down here. Can you sense the pain we feel? Send down some hope and send down some love. Let it rain smiles and make all the good dreams come true.