Glories of the void cosmic so employed here fear looses some places I find.. dictionaries old.. origin when so told.. placed after review into my mind..
When I was a child books read all the while writers words written to my style.. passed from mom and dad each moment I had..
There are rarely troubles in a smile..
Had brothers in life, more when older.. sisters flitting shy or bold as love.. Mother loves my wife.. will not grow colder.. morning clouds above coo of a dove..
Sat under a white oak shade.. guitar.. a breeze.. old man spoke sense to his young kin on bloody knees.. Said ‘product of a lie can only be deceit for nothing as your life sees the earth spin’..
Things will come to you.. one cannot control.. what is fated.. or what others dream.. friction if it taught you well.. if you know your soul.. dream realized becomes more than ‘what seems’..
My mind moves faster.. it speeds like a camera to slow images.. to slow, in mind time passing.. each second timeless in measure.. who can measure such things?.. when something is said or rendered in deceit that is the only product..
Nothing will be left of the truth brought so nothing will remain..
I climb to escape confusion.. my vantage point has fellows.. some so high.. some almost touch the earth below.. Peace Tony