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.  ©