Wisdom guidance

In order of things you need

Realms inside the plams of hands

Lies a story of thieves

Aristocratic cryptic

Waving hands

To just decive

And ever blowing

Sheet

Leave no visual

To conceive

Problems always probable

And things will always repete

Unless we change the

Way we think

Poignant when we speak

Our minds internal

Still search and wish to seek

For hidden answers

That no human mouth can teach

Melody in music form

To bring the world together

To a place of peace

Not every man is one

Nor None of the other

Each and every one of us

Connected to our lover

Connected to the earth

Life is giving birth

Feeling music

BEFORE

We are even specking

Our hearts pumping

Beating

Drums they Bang outloud

The piano the supspence

You feel at your first fall down

The earphone for the tone

You slowly groaned

The guitar for the first time

you with your someone

Making love in a car

The stars are what we look at

Because that is what we are.