Wisdom a lost treasure of the past
Smartness the new trickery of the present
Leaving the future so blind and unknown

Men meet and plan
Devising ways to end each other
Competition running in their veins
To have all and share none

I prayed to the Father above
That He grants me wisdom
To seek a path truly righteous
And follow not the viscous shortcuts

I longed for fulfillment
In this one life that I have
That before I lay underground
It should have been a worthwhile

And yet the candle burns dim
In these cold and dark nights
I tremble and feel weary
My mind empty of understanding

My soul screams lost
If only I had prayed last night
Renewing myself with a new candle,
That my heart would joyfully beep

But yesterday turned to a new page already
Hoping to make the best of today
And waiting for my Father to guide my feet...

I sit on a stump
Watching faces age with smiles
Living a worthwhile

You are a stream,
Flowing smoothly down a path
Meandering through mighty rocks,
Gently sweeping beautiful pebbles,
Pouring into an open sea

Whisper to me oh good Lord
As I tread upon this dark path
Searching myself in this large painting
Declaring everyday as history
After the sun has dived below the mountains

I wish to paint a life,
On earth's wide canvas
Running brushes on her surface
And signing on her edges,
Marking my name through ages

Should i be good,
Let it be in color
As I slay these dark spirits
And let the angels sing,
Blowing trumpets so loud
For a battle won of flesh

But I hope am never bad
That its sprayed in black and white
As I fall prey to this hungry beast
Waiting to tear my soul apart
Separating me from your spirit

The wind cold and calm
Kissing the greyish fur on his back
As it carries the last breath of his prey
Clouds disappear slowly,
Like a curtain raised off the moon,
Revealing a reflection on his shiny claws
Dripping red from a first ****
Red eyes, sharp teeth,
A werewolf!!!

His sad eyes wondered,
Landing in a small white could,
Swimming, a blue sky

In vast valley of knowledge
Flows the river of understanding
That the truth shall be seen clearly
Through the eyes of the wise
Unveiling mysteries of the past
To explain marvels in the present
And foretelling events of the future

A lone maple tree of wisdom
Stands firm in the riverbank
Gracing brilliantly in the valley
Absorbing understanding with its roots
And producing sap in its trunk
So sweet on the tongue
That man may taste of it
And live truthfully with his lips