Come stand by my window where below we may watch the people move through the helter-skelter of the day to day throng and I find

I dreamed I was alone bathed in light in a straight hallway Not led like a dog, or pulled by my hair, not having to

Depression and a tablet called Prozac oh it's war it's war it's war no audacity my soul deprived of sustenance my mind like public shit-holes

Naked, I stand before my creator and humbly ask: From whence came I, this sullied vessel of innocence? Silence prevails as time hails my struggle

Last weekend, I had the opportunity to attend a conference in San Francisco, sponsored by the Bahais of Canada.  This conference was open to Bahais

Look, if you had one shot or one opportunity To get accepted to the school you always wanted in one moment Would you capture it