Phantasms and Meanderings

Some original material and some odds 'n' ends. Credit is given where due. Other wise it's mine, so please be kind:)

? Why am I like this, is this really me? Is this really the way I was meant to be? What am I really, am I what I see? When I look in the mirror is that me? When I am alone, when no one is near. This is when I can become what they all fear. There is just me now, no one else is here. Another kind of person now without peer. I dream of the day, of the time to come. When the word equal is not just meant for some. When we all can walk, but not to one drum. Your clothes won't matter, nor where you come from.

FANTASIES Fantasies of our future. Fantasies of our past Sometimes the fantasies are, the only things that last. Dreams of the lovely Princess. Dreams of the gallant Knight. Sometimes the dreams of childhood, are the things we keep in sight. Fantasies of our future. Fantasies of our past. Sometimes the fantasies are the things that go so fast.

"The secret of success is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake those, you've got it made."---Groucho Marx

"Diplomacy is the art of saying 'Nice doggie' until you can find a rock."--Will Rogers

Opposing Points Of View "Talking with a man is like trying to saddle a cow. You work like hell, but what's the point?"  -- Gladys Upham "There's nothing so similar to one poodle dog as another poodle dog, and that goes for women, too." -- Pablo Picaso

Let's Not Forget Politics In 1996 a Danish comedian named Jacob Haugaard ran for a seat in parliament, promising "better weather, shorter lines, and the right of men to be impotent." On election night, he got the shock of his life.....he won. This made him the first independent member of parliament in Danish history. His desperate election-night comment to reporters:"It was all a practical joke, honestly." I wonder if Bush and Gore are keeping an eye on Letterman and Leno:)

There is no distinctly native American criminal class.... except Congress --- Mark Twain

God Bless America

Remember  9/11 - WTC

Friends Someone who would listen, to the words I spoke. Smile at allmy foibles, laugh at every joke. Someone to lend a shoulder, wipe away the tears. Help me up when I fall, soothe away my fears. Someone who asks no more, than what I can give. Won't tell me what to do, or how I should live. This is the kind of friend, that I would like to be. Like the beautiful friends, who have been so kind to me.

Perceptions How do I look now through your eyes? Do I look like what I am, or what you want me to be? How long before you realize, That what I look like may not be what you're wanting to see. How do I look now through my eyes? Do I see what I really am, or what I think I should see? How long before I realize, That what I really am is not what God meant me to be.

I Say I love myself, is what I mean to say. I hate myself, is what I tend to say. I know myself, is what I want to say.

THERE WILL BE MORE as soon as I get a round tuit