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     Brian took a deep breath. He glanced longingly out the window of his badly aging office on Main Street as the world turned around him, then looked back to his work. He could never go back.

Lines on a page, written by my hand, do nothing but look pretty, and sound pretty too. Meaning is where you look for it, words say what you want. An empty carton for your sorrows is best filled with flowers. Be mine to entertain. Be mine to show the way. Be mine to enjoy. Be mine so I can be yours. Poems are as dust in wind: thrown out to the world-- then swept away-- going places before settling. I can write for love. I can write for hate. Humor comes, too, and also tragedy. What is st...

     Brian took a deep breath. He glanced longingly out the window of his old office on Main Street as the world turned around him, then back to his work. He could never go back.

I didn't know what was going on, I didn't know what to feel. I'm not sure I understand it now, I only know that it's real.   I'll take you under my wing And we'll fly, fly away I'll take you under my wing And we'll fly, fly away   All the world is resting on the fate of a paper rose.   Somethin says that I've been here before Somethin aint quite right From the moment that I knocked on her door From when I saw her last night   I'll take you under my wing And we'll fly, fly...

    I know a lot of people who think they are trapped into doing just one thing. They had dreams. When I try to find a way for them to acheive their dreams, they get very uncomfortable. I have a hard time relating to people that give up. They say things like: "I want to do this one thing, but I can't". Because then I show them how to make it work and they tell me to fuck off because they've already given up and don't want to hope. What do you have left if you have no ...