Hour 23 – 4:00 AM
Poet at it’s best; Writer at it’s worst.
I try not to put so much emphasis on my writer’s curse.
Much evaluated; Lots unrevealed.
To whom shall we keep from the secrets of Solomon’s seal.
To the builders of the age, ensue your duties progress a better day.
Never mind the ones who doubt your tools.
Success is bred;
If spread like a disease success would be worthless and watered down like the rest of these PHD’s
We are one of our own kind; And our focal point must consist of a greater human mind.
The time is near, the time has come.
Who are you to make a true statement and define it by none?
– J.C. ©