Difficult Times

By: Nick Jacob
Submitted: 2007-01-17 11:23:53
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I am walking in my normal life now, difficult times ahead. The times working in my life, I cannot stretch how far they’ll go.
Existed for many generations upon this earth, how many more times do I have left. I ask for salvation, I ask for strength, the only thing I seem to receive is a loss of wisdom.
My wisdom is strong, my knowledge is deep, I know the simple facts of life. Many men try to understand what I have to say, but only some take the time to listen.
All I ask is for access back, down the path, into salvation of the mortal The only thing I ever wanted was access to the portal.
My writing strengthens, my heart grows, and it all begins with the path of the Woman and the great love that shows.
She walks, she works, she talks, she speaks, she looks and listens; the life begins with True Love. Which in essence is the signs of a true dove.
Her hair in the sky, her hair as bright as thy, walking, working and shaking her beauty to the left, to the right, I know now nothing guides me as much as her.

Nick Jacob
http://www.electronicsathome.com

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