Intueri

Find ways to manipulate the time

Fine times stimulate the mind

Lines drawn daring you to cross this line

Daring the better men in this forgotten time

Lost women, with lost minds

blossom in the cold winter with finer times

Miracle lies, truth hurts, and lies are lies but lies heal

This summer heat is summer sweet

Winters ice chill points like the widows peak

Flowers grow thru that spring breeze
That summer heat

Them special needs, but that special kid

handi cap lives goes with out sayin
they the bravest of our kind

But Blind eyes catch most of our attention

Cuz they potentially capable, to
Become one of the most efficient

Ambition and intuition can be caught like fishes

But Fishing for your dreams,
was this poems only mission

"Jay"