Everyone wants to boast about their many accomplishments. Either that or they are pointing out the under dogs of this life. But I wonder if they ever think about the middle dog. I’m talking about the one who learned a lot from someones mistakes. Sadly though only faintly caught just a miniscule glimpses of how to be successful. Solely to believe that the world was waiting for them. With a kind heart, a fool.....I mean full head of Ideas and dreams, and enough ambition followed by faith. They crossed the threshold of indignation to a fantasy land. As fast as they could think that the world was waiting for them, it all collapsed in around them. If you’ve ever seen someone who was hit with disaster, how they stand frozen and confused, well it’s like when you see a dear at night looking back at you over the dashboard of your car, only to realize that it is frozen in fear of the strange lights coming right for it. But once it gets hit and falls to the ground from the blow, and in shock of all the pain that it has just experienced, it lies there for a moment. As you look to your rear view and side mirrors to see that it gets up and dashes off into the woods. you might say to your self “oh, wow well maybe it will be ok after all”. When in truth the animal goes into the woods maybe to survive as it licks its wonds, but definitely never to be the same again. It lives on as just a shell of its former self.

I grew up being treated like freshly formed glass with a spark of flame still embering. The accessive coddling and insulated sheltering grew to be, what I would now define as, a flame retardent. So the powers that be purged my life of the restraining barrier, rather abruptly. Leaving me in a state of ensermontable pressure and relief. Once the retardenting restraints were gone that spark of flame, I mentioned before, it began to grow.

As it grew the glass shell stretched, the sound durability grew weaker. The flame out grew its support structure. Pride, and selfconcete moved in, slowly chipping away at the transparent, thin, and frail structure, causing it to become delicate and brittle. Until finally, finally volnerability remained igniting desolence, depravity, and destruction. Floods from all regions poored in reaching levels of overwhelming suffication. My endless blaze ceased, to less than a flame, more like a faded pulsating spark, an ember if you will.

I once had a secret place. I would go to by myself.

Though I was constanly displaced. I was gifted enough inteligent knowlegde to master the art of being receptive with an expanded perception.

Though I was never in the same place for very long I learned that there was one thing that would never faulter. Yes I say most assuredly that there was a new adventure always around the next corner. But I knew that I could count on being able to run to my secret place. I dare not reveal it, for if I were to give up My Secret Place, then it would no longer be mine or even secret at that point. How could I betray something that has always been there for me? How could I cut my security off? Well maybe it is time to bring the young and unexperienced beginners into my secret place. But wait, are they worthy of such an unconventional path to inner peace? I have the wisdom to discern who the proper prospects would be. Or do I take this Secret Place with me to the next adventure. Never to be found? Or hae some already found this secret place? I think they have. I see the evidence around me. Their buildings in every town. their shelves full of the knowlegde of the secret place. Wait just a minute, I can see that others have access to this secret place or have they found more than I realized existed.O.K. well this once secret place I thought I had was the inner thoughts of my mind. most of the time it would spill out onto paper. But no one knew where it came from.

I was born into darkness. ‘My life’ in one word “disastrous”.

I grew up running throught the storms. ‘My life’ in one word “chaotic”.

I bared my youth through blind unpredictability. ‘My life’ in one word “fear”.

I saw the clouds clear. ‘My life’ in two words “peaceful bliss”.

I was getting older, wiser and deafer. ‘My life’ in two words “overflowing rage”.

I withstood the test of ‘My life’ as I watched the locks of my tresses.

I had searched ‘My whole life’ for something I had no idea how to attain.

I did not suspect what was to happen next in ‘My life’.

I only had to look at the aged me, and there it was looking back at me from atop my matured crowning head, the “Silver Lining”. “Wow”,I said.

I fretted all ‘My life’, and all I had to do was withstand all the unpredictable storms of darkness in ‘My life’ til I could see the “Silver Lining”.

It was looking for me throughout ‘My whole life’.

Just goes to show ya’ everyone sometime in ‘there lives’ will see

“The Silver Lining”.

the Wise abandon all ideology to seek out ungirded information abound. The Unwise hold on to this in fear of making uter mistakes, and loosing their projected image (defacing of ones Pride). While the Wise humbly put to action the new information, only to find the results to either be foolish or rewarding, but the Unwise will never know what joys may lie ahead. For they can not see or know any exsistance or escence beyond their own ideology. So as I project my imagination into the future,with infinit wisdom. There, in 2119, exsists no Unwise, for they have all become exstinct, or evolved, through the lords grace and infinit mercy, a bequeithed wisdom. The Unwise never to be seen or heard from again.