I am me!.......i am a winner out of a loser,a loser out of a winner,standing alone in a desert where i win whenever i lose,and i lose whenever i win........
things have moved on to a plateau of unrest,thou shall always say that a relation united is a prestige clarified!.....
i am me!......when i stand in a sea of emotions and winds of chill,when the sand of my hand slips more even as i try to hold it firm!........things may come and things may go,but tears are one friend that ,even if im am scarce of breathe,will flow!!!
The bottom line is that (a) people are never perfect, but love can be, (b) that is the one and only way that the mediocre and vile can be transformed, and (c) doing that makes it that. We waste time looking for the perfect lover instead of creating the perfect love
Where love rules, there is no will to power; and where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.
Those who profess to favor freedom and yet depreciate agitation, are people who want crops without ploughing the ground; they want rain without thunder and lightning; they want the ocean without the roar of its many waters. The struggle may be a moral one, or it may be a physical one, or it may be both. But it must be a struggle. Power concedes nothing without a demand; it never has and it never will...
