Nov 2011
Tempering
Arching between two lives and two books they wrote Desert Solitaire and Outer Most House their
Environment forged and fashioned them into voices with a message as earth dwellers we are like it or
Not coming to the end of the age we extol freedom as we should but there is a reason for the lash you
Would end up with a sham and a distasteful pariah if every experience was benevolent and care free
We need and will have to have men and women of steel in the coming days you don’t get hardened in
The flush of gaiety but removed from the crowd you face taxing circumstances barren sand is the
Greatest polisher remove the soothing over populated delights that soften you mind with their
Pleasantries you have need of exhausting penury walk the path of raw brutality your words
Will carry weight piercing insights they flourish where flowers are scarce and rare emptied by divine
Wisdom that practices building from nothing it’s not in the rush but by silent lingering secrets unfold
The well dressed well versed in show and frivolity is left only to wonder and only hears the silent wind
Never knowing the volumes that are being spoken the waves and the vast landscape all that space
Creates plenty of room where thoughts flow in the airless weightless range of possibility you find the
Masterful questions are ripening as fruit that is left without laborers the cost to high faith to low to
Expect such bounty from barren waste your plow must cut a furrow through linear top soil where
Crowns of kings lay strewn they had power and I’m sure the words of Prince Machiavelli rang in their
Ears but not even a grand manipulator is not able to impart wisdom at least when the probability of
Getting through your own estimation of your self is at the severest point of cross purposes let the
Throne exhibit pomp if you must but the power needs not a throne but ears that judge even the mighty
Evenly as is attested to by Louis the XV1 of France not all if any would forever ascribe to divine rights of
Kings your rule is more costly than their temporal ruling in affairs of state your actions and will effect
Eternal verities your rightful place as son and daughter at the true throne or go to endless sorrow not
The unquestionable fact of eternal fire I could endure that but to be rejected an have to live forever with
Out being loved that would be unbearable
Arching between two lives and two books they wrote Desert Solitaire and Outer Most House their
Environment forged and fashioned them into voices with a message as earth dwellers we are like it or
Not coming to the end of the age we extol freedom as we should but there is a reason for the lash you
Would end up with a sham and a distasteful pariah if every experience was benevolent and care free
We need and will have to have men and women of steel in the coming days you don’t get hardened in
The flush of gaiety but removed from the crowd you face taxing circumstances barren sand is the
Greatest polisher remove the soothing over populated delights that soften you mind with their
Pleasantries you have need of exhausting penury walk the path of raw brutality your words
Will carry weight piercing insights they flourish where flowers are scarce and rare emptied by divine
Wisdom that practices building from nothing it’s not in the rush but by silent lingering secrets unfold
The well dressed well versed in show and frivolity is left only to wonder and only hears the silent wind
Never knowing the volumes that are being spoken the waves and the vast landscape all that space
Creates plenty of room where thoughts flow in the airless weightless range of possibility you find the
Masterful questions are ripening as fruit that is left without laborers the cost to high faith to low to
Expect such bounty from barren waste your plow must cut a furrow through linear top soil where
Crowns of kings lay strewn they had power and I’m sure the words of Prince Machiavelli rang in their
Ears but not even a grand manipulator is not able to impart wisdom at least when the probability of
Getting through your own estimation of your self is at the severest point of cross purposes let the
Throne exhibit pomp if you must but the power needs not a throne but ears that judge even the mighty
Evenly as is attested to by Louis the XV1 of France not all if any would forever ascribe to divine rights of
Kings your rule is more costly than their temporal ruling in affairs of state your actions and will effect
Eternal verities your rightful place as son and daughter at the true throne or go to endless sorrow not
The unquestionable fact of eternal fire I could endure that but to be rejected an have to live forever with
Out being loved that would be unbearable
