And Dreams…

A poem written by Timile Brown: I hear a calling to daylight my own voice did not sendReality is bending, twisting and standing on endAnd dreams are the windows to purely peaceful nightsWhere heartache dares not darken the door of such sightsOh the wishes once wishedTopped with sweetness, then kissedThe cheek of a starry-eyed delightWhat […]

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Another Dream About Timile

After a day of virtually being lost in my own personal thoughts, Timile came to me in another dream Friday morning.  As I have said before, many people have told me that when they dream of loved ones that they normally don’t say anything to them.  Timile and I always talk in my dreams.  When […]

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Another Dream About Timile

The night of Mothers Day I had a fairly interesting dream. I dreamt that Timile and I went to visit a church. Michelle Obama got remarried to a prosperity preacher/evangelist. The church was weird to say the least. So many things were off. For praise and worship, the choir sang Dru Hill’s “Beauty.” There was […]

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A Dream About Timile

Timile comes to me in my dreams quite a bit.  Well, she used to.  She doesn’t so much anymore.  Usually when she does, she’s healthy, has a full head of hair and looks like the girl I thought was the finest girl on the planet.  Only once has she been in my dreams bald and […]

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