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Jan 2012
Hard Thinking

There is a way that seems right unto a man the gate of the mind is fraught with peril and blessing the
Blessings are the helpers that fashion the early beginnings of the gates decision process you have father
The central power of your life guide protector inspiration the embodiment of your collective aspirations
You will carry strength and direction from this source all the days of your life all things that blossom all
Good comes from this root source mother holds the lantern of dreams once the gate opens then these
Beams shine outward into the vast darkness her quiet courage and faith are steps to walk on that are
Sure and they are the bridges you must cross over untamable waters and destructive forces not to worry
More than anyone else on earth she is divinely empowered she puts her open hand to her heart and
Then waves her hand out ward in an arching motion it is as if she has cast golden flakes to the wind
These are riches of her grace they soothe they calm bitter trials when all turns dark they will flare and
Give light and warmth it will sustain you until the light returns in that darkness is the peril before
Mentioned there are many fears in this life I will only mention two the fear of something entering your
System then taking root and then starting to eat and destroy you and the other is the same but concerns
The outward being that a wild best would suddenly attack and start to devour you alive this one is most
Telling of mans condition for truly the devil goes about as a roaring lion to see who he may devour there
Is more than one way this can happen one renowned atheist after a long life where he wore the mantel
Of Atheist with veritable pride but at death with trembling voice and scared starring eyes he said I hear
Satan approaching and he is dragging the chains that now I will be bound with in damnation’s caldron
Cell his words abruptly stopped why speak truth now thy fool that says there is no God so each of us has
Chains that are custom made you wouldn’t be caught dead in a flop house shooting ****** no problem
They have signature drugs for sophisticates you can brag about them to all your friends you will be the
Coolest cat around until they get you completely fall back to the flippant well it was a Hell of a ride your
Character your dignity not so recognizable when it’s sinking in a cesspool they have gold chains or chains
Made from diamonds just ask them in South Beach Florida greed your weakness you can be surrounded
By gilded cage mansion cars money still these things tear and bruise when you seek freedom a place
Where air is free and want isn’t gnawing endlessly for more stuff forget love happiness that’s for losers
Do you know what I make a year a soulless existence empty of what is real you got the market for stupid
All sown up nothing ever happens with out there first being a thought this is why the gate of the mind is
All important all is won or lost at that point remember your beginnings no one is allowed to discredit
This sacred dwelling don’t you be guilty of wantonly destroying this immeasurable asset not for love
Money or *** or anything guard it your soul depends on it
Written by
Hal Loyd Denton  Pana Ill
(Pana Ill)   
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