There is a lot of rumors that the wise man has found his muse,
never the less they found each other to be so impress,
his knowledge is to listen to,
his talent is to sit for,
his charisma is to encounter to,
There is a lot of rumors that this wise man is mesmerize by this beauty
full of hidden wisdom that he has discovered by looking at her eyes,
carefully he goes, given it all to this poor youngster in need of guidance,
little he knows that he will sink in, for her ways has rough edges,
Ages are aged by the days, not by heart that are combine with this hatch,
there is a bridle path form just for deeds, that indeed ends with an unpredictable
works to write about for the world to know, there is so much to learn about
this wise man and his muse,
how ever, this may end there is to know all
they want to learn with no bitter sweet taste to regret.......
4:43pm
ReplyDeleteunbroken
I learn to recognize love, and lies, trying to be unmoved by seeds planted in my heart and mind. A heart that feel in this vessel of flesh and bone struggling with the lessons yet taught, free but chained by fear , beyond reach but yet so near, not looking back on regret, words of love that breed deceit deceived, malady in calm gestures discipline to spoken words in infected dishonest in meaning