With This Spirit

What is the time of life which appears to be a long day. A long day of time where a month has come and gone before the mind perceive it or realize it has gone.
Days of hard work for no money is making it harder, but the dream is there, and will continue to be a dream until the acknowledge of success.
The nights are a sleepless and boring time, never to find the peace to rest. The alarm clock rings, only as a reminder of another day. Your mind trying to remember what day and month it is.
The cold is only there to remind you it is winter, and you have no desire to get up to the cold. Then you remember you have several things to do, and if you do not rise, there will be no success. You sit up on the side of the bed, rubbing your brow, then you start the morning exercises.
You move onward with a few prayers, asking for the best in the day. Only to find there are no jobs for you.
So you return to your dream, hoping the work goes well, so you can see the light at the end of the tunnel. But in the late afternoon the tunnel is still very dark.
You pray another small prayer to lift your spirit, and with this spirit you never quit.

Stephen

The Outlooker

The outlook of the world is still tight fist and worried about a unknown out come.
As the news media has made it out to be, the only ones worrying is the unemployed.
They are not the only sole pulling the robe on one side of the wall.
What ever happens in the future the bells will never ring for every one.
You that are employed, hang on to it as if there will never be another. For this thing started back when is not over just yet.
At the place of one fallen, subsequently the world could and would follow close behind to a point, no one will know the out come.
Where would you stand at a time, when the outlook seems false.
Only a few really know, and most of the time, they only know, just before or at the moment it occurred.
Be an outlooker, be prepare for any thing, and be sure what ever happens, you are ready to survive.

Stephen

Rightful Place

At the point of bold, is the time to hold small things at the toil of reality in the story.
A story of tales about the soul, that has told many stories from past to present.
To define the past means to be a part of the future.
For the past was a time of discipline and grace.
To find a person from a far away place, that would become a time of embrace.
To reserve the past for the questionable future.
All human beings are in their rightful place.

Stephen