My Straw Hat

Date:	Tue, 5 Jul 2005 12:00AM PDT)
From:	"John French" <mosshead7@yahoo.com>
Subject:	right down the middle _ right or wrong _ G8 _ what does anarchy do
To:	cavuto@foxnews.com

like my golf drive - that G8 right or wrong debate would have been better spent by two opponents closer to the middle - then someone could have a better chance or developing a perspective for the truth - somewhere, right down the middle.

those two were too far apart. just like the anarchy- what the hell does that do?! the anarchy does shit. those people need to grow up and get a clue on how to be more effective rather than resorting to unimaginative, rudimentary frustrations and impolite behavior.

thank God for people like Ghandi, Martin Luther King JR, John Lennon, Jim Morrison, John Locke, Rosseau, John Adams, etc.. These are true revolutionary figures that were effective bringing about change in an intellectual, tasteful fashion -

Love for Free

Morning comes,

Birds are singing a sweet morning tune

Sun shine blossoms in the morning dew

Right away I'm thinking of you - again,

Here we go - more daily grind

Lost in translation - I forget about the time

One thing's for certain - you're still in mind

Uhmmm, you gotta be all mine, all mine

If I couldn't go an hour I'd set you free

If I can't love you completely, why should it be

When you're down, you can always count on me

Too many hours alone and now you're w/ me

The more days go by the more I see

I'm gonna make you love me and never leave

The more days go by the more I see

I'm gonna make you love me and never leave

That's the way it is - The way it's gonna be

You'll never feel alone again & yet still feel free

When it comes to love - No one's gonna beat me

When it comes to love - You have to love me

And, by loving me, you'll always be free

You'll always know - Inside of you is me

Just the sight of you sets my spirit free

July 4, 2005

5:44 a.m.

MyStrawHat.com

12 Separate Suns

A new feeling so intense

Be-ing in the center of

12 separate suns

Our bodies left behind

7 hundred thousand miles ago

And only some consciousness

Like a blinding headache

W/bliss in the center of pain

An intense new feeling

Intuitively already known

It feels like we’ve been here

Now for some odd light years

And 15 minutes of each hour

Of some strange space of a day

What do you mean it was just a dream?

She held the mirror in front of my face

A jeweled crown with 12 separate diamonds

Shining with the golden light of the sun

12 separate suns around my head

While she in white – was at my bed

Then I awoke and the assassin w/ the gun

He wore a medal of Jesus with 12 diamonds

Around a cross of jagged thorns of gold

A red ruby tear dried on the left cheek

Bang! Bang! Bang! I was left for dead.

And when I awoke she was lying beside me

Yet I was packed with ice to keep cold in bed

She was crying – She was lying to herself –

For I was really dead – The feeling was so intense