You can live a whole lifetime and still not gain wisdom.
For it is only gained through honing the skill of foresight.
A skill built by experience and knowledge,
empathy and compassion, love and patience.
The learned ability to think ahead.
To weigh and measure the future.
To then to act, with measured steps.
Correcting and re-correcting your path.
Wisdom gained gives one the ability to rise above,
to see over the head of that which would otherwise hinder your path.
One's choice is whether to use this gift for good or otherwise.
If one has honed and sharpened the gift of wisdom,
your steps will be that of one who is whole.
One who is whole cannot be easily broken.
And the radiance of ones wisdom, will touch the world around.
And your gift will help to surpass all doubt.
It will become a light for your path.

*Choose wisely where you tread, think well of your intentions.
Humble steps make a man mighty, use your wisdom wisely.

I awoke this morning
love laid me down by a river.
Drifting I turned on upstream
Bound for my forgiver.
In the giving of my eyes to see your face.
Sound did silence me
leaving no trace.
I beg to leave, to hear your wondrous stories.
Beg to hear your wondrous stories.

He spoke of lands not far
or lands they were in his mind.
Of fusion captured high
where reason captured his time.
In no time at all he took me to the gate.
In haste I quickly checked the time.
if I was late I had to leave to hear your wondrous stories.
Had to hear your wondrous stories.

Hearing
Hearing
Hearing your wondrous stories.
Hearing your wondrous stories.

It is no lie I can see deeply into the future.
Imagine everything
You're close
and were you there to stand
so cautiously at first and then so high.
As he spoke my spirit climbed into the sky.
I bid it to return
to hear your wondrous stories.
Return to hear your wondrous stories.

Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
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(twirl around the living room until you are dizzy)


Lyrics from wondrous stories - by Yes (going for the one album)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SPdONfPts-4

As he packed his bags he told me that i must remember to go back to sleep when he's leaves.

He said that he bought some milk when he was at the shop last night, because he knew we were almost out.

He said don't forget to take your tablets after breakfast because it hurts my tummy to take them before.

He said have a lovely day at work and not to worry about him.

He took his guitar and said he was writing a new song that he would record and send to me. He knows how I love to listen to him play.

He hugged me tight as he walked out the door and said he would message me the moment he arrived, as he knows I would worry.

He said he has left me a few pounds just incase I needed anything.

He kissed my cheek and patted me on the head and we laughed as he walked away.

"I love you, see you soon" I said

"Have a quiet week with out me" he laughed.

But he didn't say I love you back.

He had already said it, in every thing that he had done and in every word he had said.

my prey eyed girl
you'll come to know
the times of end
no place to go

you'll run uphill
and over coals
the air that chokes
and lava scalds

when the hounds
from hell arise
the face of heaven
it's disguise

with bites upon
the softest skin
poison pulsed
and flows within

forever run
and don't look back
what lies behind
black maniac

just look for light
for all you can
the devil smiles
that heaven man

run to me
fly so far
take my word
your Savior

to heal the bite
the bitter sting
love only saves
peace conquering

pinions gate
placed under wing
your freedom song
forever sing

Hey Johnny where are you now?
You left, and never came back, just like you said you would.
And now i have heard that you died, my Darling.

You were always my Darling, and i was always your 'little bit of fluff'
And if what they say is true, i know you'd be ****** as all hell if you ended up in heaven, because hell was always more your style.

But i do hope, if you are in heaven, that it's a heaven made just for you.
I reckon they would have a jukebox that only played Kansas and the Eagles, beautiful women and had Stella and black on  tap.
Oh and a GPZ1100, with no speed limit..
And you know what i mean by that.. you little ****.
You'd be in heaven.. oh the irony

You were the first person i told that i like girls too.
I told you i love their softness, there beauty, their curves, their taste,
the way they taste like me, feel like me, are soft like me and that i had *** while watching a video on MTV with girls singing in the swimming pool.
You said you needed a minute to think about things...
for a very long time.. in the bathroom... on your own..

Your tattoos were beautiful, covering you from head to toe.
My favorite one was the pirate that your friend Pervy Pete did
while he was baked, it was meant to be Long John Silver, but it looked like your Nan.

You gave me my first snakebite and took me to my first gig.
Wembley... Metallica.. ****** out of my head..
Best night ever..
probably.

I taught you how to crochet and you let me paint your toenails..
only the once. And you taught me how to whistle with my fingers.
In the end you told me to shut the **** up, because any minute now a whole **** heard of sheep dogs are going to come running over the hill, and **** us both.

I held your spanners, sat on a crate and had fork oil, all over my summer dress. You said it was a good look on me and i told you that you were beautiful. You smelt of sweat and juniper oil and i could have *** from that smell alone.

Your eyes were the same brown as mine, you used to put your face so close to mine so i could see myself in your eyes. I only wish you could have seen yourself through mine.

If we had ever been together, i would have wanted to have saved you.
And i would have too.
But you didn't want to be saved.
I would have spent my whole life trying. You said you would have hated yourself, to have been the one to have killed me like that.

In my heart we will always be. I knew you loved me because, while i slept in your arms on the way back from the Bulldog Fest, you whispered it to me.

Good bye and sweet dreams my tattooed greasy biker.. my Darling.

I'm grateful you never found out about the life i had without you.
You would have killed him.