May a warm summer wind soon blow your way,
Wishing you good, luck fortune, and good day,
You now a part of the kingdom of heaven,
What a wonderful place to go and live in.

For there will be all your wildest dreams,
Nothing you thought you would ever believe.
And now that you will finally receive,
The Wonderful Kingdom of Heaven.

Atop the curve of a carved stone dome,
well gilded by rays of many setting suns,
Fortune pirouettes and prances all alone
while her clockwork wheels rhythmically run.

With each new tick of her timeless clock,
she spins the drivewheel another round
and dances ’round the clockwheels’ cogs
in freedom, from our cares unbound.

The spring in her step drives clock’s time,
a rhythmic dance with outstretched hands
that point to sorrows or high cloud nine
as suits her music: She won’t come to a stand.

Would that we could pass the years
like Fortune, a lady unwound by our fears.

Unfortunately,
It takes a lot of losing,
To win a little.

Fortunately,
Once you're finished losing,
You can start winning.

If id have a wish
Granted to wish
Whatever and anything
In the world
Id wish to forbide
Your heart to sorrow
And ban misary from
For once forever
And tears only of joy
I would add to the law
And hide you away
In my right pocket till
To give the rest of world
In a bag fold by fold folded
To a dot saying: return
To sender, as our little joke
To start a week id cry
To heavens a casual : agrh!
Wrong pocket! And youd smile
Unable to even recall what
that Stupid little thing we love
Even more now as a problem
Of post office to deal with  
and not solve instead of us. Waitin around week by week
To creation.

Like the pages of wednesdays diary, skin it covers within like the air we breath and words we speak the skeletons proverbs fills like the color paints to be, like the soul expressed the freedom of will.

Like the gold of thread it keeps and holds together in one dream, like the dawn to frame the morning like the fog is blank every sheet, therefore endless what nothing you call, for cant read like the song of silence to your ears, brought like the day by sunbeans unfolds the land in a seed on the palm of your hand a secret like the cold whispered in the wind as shadows in darkness rooted known by name is the word what therefore in clues the meaning moretheless dark empty like a window blind the surface mirroring blue the white like a blanket covers, curtain hides, like old age comes youth as love to lovers and poems to poets like dreams of life the lives we dream away.

Comes as hope in other names of grace the fortune fated, ever form it shapes like the night in the heels of yester the morrow the day is, colors of light as chords of sound to make music to master it arts at that hour of magic powers by the spell wills and casted like the world for heaven created was life were born together to be not alone yet one there for ever since as still the mean of always keep through like the road built it forwards private like the council of our hearts told to refuse and instead of doubting to dare you to trust.

For one it kills hundred it saves. Dooms no one nor damns a son nor brother, what father ever would. Forgives all the so and so everything the such a such considers a lesson of an example and calls them as dear the exceptions of the rule to remind us: laws of love and merci and forgiveness. Whatever shall be, in God we endure. For truth to suffer injustice, glorious the cause.

Little ones, i love how i do my pets. Nor means nor power for one the other to it lacks thou defines perfectly the far from authority this world me to judge, or condemn. Thou humble my heart it hears for listens, for loves. Loves dearly

Wake like a Rose of Jericho,
Bringing fortune to your lips.
Swinging life forth, green
And delicate, to a desolate day.

There is always a way to keep heart of pain and if some should know how its them and me oh the little me am just blessed by glory and grace to be a set into their own and among lovin hands to be their treasure like their bread they cherish in a way they know. But dont want perhaps intentionaly just like the intentions made bad a good deed is the mistake holy and soul of sinner moretheless mine as only mine as i am who to beg to forgive. Perhaps i will

I learned from other minds
That everything that moves
Is guilty of life. I searched
Across of hearts and found many of worth worthy my love.

I confess sir! Right is well! To speak out of turn i found god.

I learned from minds what of different interests to call it kind as i searched your hearts to caress there are more ways to heaven than one.

I confess sir! I am mad! Madly in love with daughters of man.

As i heared from other minds i got a lot to learn and why would deny on the search of the answer to the question of my heart.

I confess sir if different ward many the flowers to meadow.

As i learned from mind from dying kept as from getting born what you search you find i heared and found the heart of gold.

I confess sir! And sign it in ink. I am mad. Mad like the spring.

From minds of age or other roads than i learned to mind my talk what silence since right and not wrongs hearts to embrace.

Sir! To confess i shall. Hear me your honor and 12 just men:

From walks i found in stone printed the song of birds sing of god only well we were once is told whispered: was made one.

Sir! Of voice of only perhaps but will of more just as fair:
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Sir! Its not meadow making flowers but flowers making meadows. From a seed like heaven reason why its of the humble. Sir!
Give praise to the lord! For dust the world it turns but. Sir! Dont mistake chance and hope. Faith to fate believe of father son still. Sir!
Honor the lord! For hundred folds is his will to yours and word of times surfaces it echoes. Recognize the year in favour. Sir!
Know your father be you love is your lord by been blessed to glory is god you armored and fated to acompany one day in might. Sir

Oh to owe what isn’t owned; glorifying riches at hand to hold
— not for long. Skeletons, carcases, dust to dust, bones grow cold
as they get old; as the foundations you place your wealth on –
grow hollow once more.

As a man with absolutely nothing, has all the space in the world, to feel
they don’t belong. A man with everything counts up the credits they’re
owed, alas counting up all of the funds, to be counting down their days.

The grounds we walk on are all so slippery- constantly sliding money for
food. Working all of your life; filling up twenty-four hour slots gambling
all that one has at hand, end to end for ends meet.

We cannot hold onto time any longer then we try to hold onto money;
trying to weather through it all - it’s only easier when the weather's fine,
As hard times slip under the door, and the key to it refuses to thaw.

Still the poverty trap has steel jaws that snap, the trap of chasing money
as an escape- rises ourselves as serpents, curved to swallow our own tail.

                                  Our own tragedy of ssss…success.