The great King Solomon once called wisdom meaningless... I am no king, no man, no person, nor hero. I've come to understand life more deeply, and the agony that has caused me is unbearable. Therefore in my own right I scribe but do believe that what is written isn't a doctrine. I am simply a man who sees his own love and dreams shattered, taken by the hand of none other than the sovereign God.It is my pleasure to decree under free will, 'love is meaningless to the feeble minder'. Which is me... I have had too many dreams when a true man has none but one dream. Love's capacity is as a drop in the ocean becomes an ocean, deeper feels. Dive deeper swimmer... Be sure to swim on the high and low tides of affection a wave, time as another tale teller, pace setter... Death in peace or peace in death, these words once made the neighbors a little scared. Scared or afraid of the things I see whenever I engage the vision behind my eyes. Times when I truly strategize, analyzing the links that are better left foreseen. I would think to myself... 'You can find the  perfect woman once you believe in something bigger, better than yourself' ...King Solomon oversees the people on a mighty ship, the King's Gaze... I am humbled,I am sinking in shame like one who's in quicksand, slowly because of failure... Affection has eluded me once more...

The King's Gaze.
Isn't today another day at the King's Gaze... Won't you pore another cup of your lovely presence, quaint... I told you my mystique that you and I are not the same... By means of fixation I was blessed with the gifts of pain... How lovely a lane as my own tales ablaze the mysteries of yet another fable, take away for keepsake. A lie, a scent that musks a truth that lies unspoken but broken by demise's whit and as surprising... I baby I can see across chasms glory in the horizon... These times are the days I thrive in, as joy is strength in the breast of Hercules. Mystique like a wave would you take me away from sanity, psychotic as I am swept under to deeper capacities... That's where liberty lies, there is if you would find me sipping her blended streams as rivers rise... They now...