A Wise Man's Tale

A truly wise man's intuition shall forbode him upon concocting a conclusion's to the wonder of his tale's Painstaking to avoid such indulgence choosing rather to absolve himself and the parabell at Prosperities feet to be forged The unwritten ending can surely never haunt its creator's , For what has yet to be concluded can never be disputed Cast unto an un timed Mantle piece clock mesmerizing your thoughts punctuated only by its language Tick , Tock Set in black and white pulsing to the beat of ones nature confined only by the subtilties of thought , Your's alone to read and be privately screened Played out to an audience weighed down by instilled beliefs , those inquisitive mind child like in nature tittilated to discover versus simple mind's blinded by mythology born out of man and perpetuated through ages devolved of recrimination and reproach Be your story one of love or of realities soft scented glove waved in ciptulation an order of surrender to the world that we live in contrived and contemptuous to our kin our fellows , Taught to disregard out of hand if society's rules deem them not to be of equal status or standing May your stories breath light upon darkened times and expose the brittle stage lights which blur ones sight to the final conclusion the artists staged illusion To the poor dispurce wealth the sickly unabated health and a commandment of love written in blood to love that which is nearest your heart holds most dearest Picture the future with clourfull strokes , care and abandon of a life worth living devoid of wealth and immune to government stealth Has history's lesson' not taught us that Hell is beneath us , the Heaven's above us and left Man in the middle to ponder Gods riddle !