In moments of desperation those words and phrases that come to mind whisper locution complex and divine. Sometimes I must cry to gain perspective diffracted by my tears to see years beyond my story into glory’s hand upon the sequel. Days starved of brilliance filled with periodic delay in response and carriage define the stark voice of humility spoken truthfully in deference of my pride.

Where are the maps of paths not ventured, the roads and turns not taken the lost dreams and wishes of a man who thought not about victory but more upon lack of failure. Inadequate license no blame nor excuse for life unventured. Wishes filled with the folly of hope and hurried exuberance carry the fragrance of freshly picked grapes arranged bouquet and the quiet repose lacking fear for loss and regret.

Beset by the whispers of fallen kings who in death found end to their braided wisdom call to those who would see themselves unwritten. Trying is not vying for mantle’s trophy looking for reasons to become when becoming is something within each man’s heart. We have been gifted all that need be found among the product of our passing. With Love and propensity at the false or verdant truth written in the pathways of neuron or impulse whispered answers to God’s founding of each life, to promise, purpose and eventual success.

in failure’s dream there is no theme or team or thriving push beyond the probabilities of inadequacy. Dreamt of days without darkness instead of embracing shoulder’s light. Running from the strokes near midnight rather than sleeping and in dream so wake to hear God’s Voice placing measured weight upon the scales of abundance and Joyous fulfillment. Life’s fair flutter a bird’s flight in slowed camera capture, aperture set to low light. We dream of colors but pray for the black and white of simplicities safety and security in the lack of mystery or surprise.

What then within the realm of possibility owned by the princes of hopeful and benign. Quiet recess upon the waves of present ponderance, demanding nuance, significance and portered passion’s. With helms and dark and chocolate night. So deeply obscure no way may be planned nor plotted to understanding. Only in correspondence with the unlikely and uncanny, innocence or anticipation and intuition may the keys to profit be snatched from opportunities clenched and mighty fist. Dreamed of, chased, mastered, overcome and never forgotten as something done not left to feed improbability’s maw.