Not too shabby.

Hey sweet Ivi, in my thoughts daily. Not necessary to mourn what you do not have. You are intelligent = sexy. You possess a deep sensitivity towards others. You have us. You have me. Hugs n luv

In How Many Words
I endeavor to write for times sake,
perhaps what might be interpreted
as good choices or coming mistakes.
I need not as a literary giant if my
opinion matters, though some of
them tho' long gone forged the very foundation I strive to shatter.
Who, but, for a dedicated few step robustly with, or with drink nearby, work to shatter the standard but
mind numbing limitations of the literary elite. Who upon seeing the beauty or the tragedy placed upon pages might cry.
Accepted as the stiff necked dogma of years upon years of "this" way is the only way of expressing ideals; perhaps with pen or board slashing or beating the off norm of a students idea of branching out to open a new realm of creativity that is struggling for liberation. Deaf to spoken words and blind to printed beauty suppression is the only way to perform mass cruelty.
Like an evil regime drunk on its self induced power, forcing students to deny their love, their passion, as though the very word and movement of romance must die;
when a tender moment could well ignite a swell of love that might sweep the educational world and shatter like the busts before them old ways that when pulled from the shelves, drop dust as old as the works themselves.
Write when it suits you, when the fire of passion burns brightly, acknowledge and work to improve them. Let the World know that beauty is within and surrounding all of us. Turn words from dream to passion, to igniting the very ideals' that stoked the giants and caused a word revolution to become alive.