Well you know just as well
it doesnt take a wise man
To know road lead of have
Well walk of wise to just as.

Well to see you saw ofselfs
Longer be day of morrows
To be longer till as if then
To now or less be what for

Well think to thought same
Called once something else
Friend a friend but friends
In need introduce selves as

Well to benefit of doubt had
As man to be and so just as
Of just as proof what reason
Law to be made by therefore.

Well as right till true perhaps
Be what borders of embrace
Be kept from harm nearview
To serve to protect we thank

Well of heart to hold of kept
For know not minded though
Except one thing i can to yet
To trust to best as do myself

Well to world to suffer same
Born to still to bless to have
to overcome death all fated
Well to world for us to save.

Well you felt im sure in way
Your own by word to matter
Reasons may be to feel pain
One as hurt is yet all suffer.

Well as love to i too once fell
As only well and why as way
To good a bad of ever since
The first time a first one fell.

Well you know a just as well
As insult if advice as i do yet
Cover spell a care of patience
To need of at all in gods care

No one speaks of this pain
The pain that is carried with wisdom
However a pain that aches no less
It's a pain that seethes without ease
On the heart, it beats with unrest,
Yet on the mind, it lingers as peace

Angel by the lord sent to carry the scroll that is to say praises be unto you spiritus vinces named a one the victorious gods were well pleased in fruits of work they cherised enough to build their home in time to rest and wind arrive with river in their hurries at last and hearts all you keep found worthy of your love and word and house to enter the gates of steel as right the wisdom true silver the lining and gold the frame as just is fair yet merciful the power that lives in that land behind walls of rocks and stones as if twelve mountains tall is ocean wide surrounded to enclosed as an heart inside body kept as kind is tender the touch you held the world did time collect and build  to marvel the eye that would and to you for dear we call entrust because you were recognized to be one of us.

So is how the world was made to be done of a word given rose to meaning in name is given you the right of authority to judge the rotten to **** or forgive. To say as told i do, as the voice lended and to find led as the hand destiny is written and might of will divine gave us freedom gave you the right over its tomorrows to take in due yesterdays to alter fix or delete however your heart it takes to do to please, the saint.  To say as told i said. To repeat twice the name of truth, i did and three times to make sure  understands the new. Hear, yous of men, to choose i was in most of delighted.

men of endurance
will often take the back seat -
they’re driven by poise.

West
Avid has a sore eye...
Made from coy strength, as if blessed
The odd image of music, is it a lie?

Beat yourself up, another day
Truth has sat in judgment
Voiced curiosity, has seen the pain
Long talks of soul, have been sent...

Resolute, worth has seen the problem
Vice is a shadow, we fell in love with
But you seem to hate, a golden whim
Has asked, is a lucre's same, a comparison with tender vision's?

Prophecy, about the truth
Venture and generosity
Has stolen the voice of youth
For out the sense of an angel's city...

A new voice has appeared
Simple wishes and the star of liberty
To share a sincere question of a season of fear
Is wisdom dreadful enough, to choose life for seed?

Spread joy in your smile; be it contagious! As when you see a man
raging outside in public, it begs the question to the eyes; “he's a bit
outrageous?" And even as you get too good at your ***** talk; leaving
a stain after every kiss – do remember, when you take the hand of a
man’s princess; you'd be wise to make her a queen.

As any fault in a man’s armour, becomes the perfect aim to his heart
and on his path, he walks with the info he has to better chart. And as
you try to do your part, to show honest, and non-faulted love; it can
feel short sometimes –

still... don’t cut yourself short, when the world hates to see you stand
tall. Won't you hold onto the assurance that your Creator stands taller
and always above it all.

Beware the ides of March,
April shall weep with us,
And May might even;
Beware the hanging mist,
Avoid the creeping fog,
And move out from the shadows.

Stand before everybody,
Let them hear the truth of your love
And explain that, that love is of the people
Which are of knowledge.

The children of reason,
The kids of virtue;
The lineage of Logic & Wisdom,
Of Innocence & Emotion.

Be wary of the pats on the back,
But less of those open in their criticisms.

Watch the blade which does not reflect,
Whoever hesitant to display their genuine feelings.

Keep your family closest,
But merely watch their wandering affections.

Keep your friends closer,
For at a distance you seem as enemies.

here i stare
at you
blank canvas
to ruin
an irony
or metaphor
to stroke down
the words
stuck in soul
of my heart
the art of restart
forgetting imprints
of you
known to me
now lost with wind
of new me
it's work of art
sue me....