How do we determine if it's too late? What if we have let them go too far? questions to ask oneself! Don't forget to think about your possible boat your Corvette your beautiful home like mansion all the material possessions that you are so worried about losing, how can you lose something that you're only leasing? Why not make an outright purchase of Truth knowledge and understanding, these are wealth you can take with you wherever you go!, A Poem two think about,. "Conceiving Comprehension of Fates Whisper."Going beyond our mind's eye, to see if our Realm of reality exists only in our mind, not only comprehended by you, and by the ones that I have been given a peek through our lairs of existence, crossing that Great River of knowledge, so many pulled back by the currents of fear, failure and loss, the loss of love, holding ourself back too many times failure after failure we begin to lose confidence in our own comprehension of life questioning, questioning and questioning, looking for the answers so hard to find, swindled by the condemnation of the world, where to turn, most lost that which is dearest! no not lost! Stripped from our being, what is this we ask? FAMILY!!!! from family flows the River of Knowledge, Wisdom and Understanding, but so so sad the River have been damned by the ones that are guilty for all, the bed of our Rivers slushed for the Stones of Stability, and replaced with Stones of Falsness, made by the cold and selfish hands of the Damner wanting to damn all that are GOOD, stripping us of our Dignity, Hope and Pride, Pride turned against us, shown the bas-ackwards image of Pride, but what are we to do? Go against that which we have been taught, how are we to go against our own self, that whisper of the giant who hides itself in our own thoughts, trying to talk to us, are you sure of what you think? We are our own! It's okay, think about it! next time a thought Romes of freely in your home, are you sure of what was placed there by you, our thoughts counterfeited and giving back to us as our own, are you sure of that great teacher called life? Could it be that teacher is the one that wants a damn our River, well it's time to find a way, it's up to us, We Are The Future, the hope of all rest on are already strained muscles, muscles cramped and Knotted from the stresses of life, turning to the only place to go, The Street, full of Pride and Hate become lost in Drugs slipping slipping away not caring anymore why should you so easy to let go fall carelessly and freely without any guidance, helpless to The winds of influence, oh well it's too late right,? Why should you not pick the winds you want to ride, take control of the winds of preconceived path, take hold why not write as a leader not as a follower, here so many marching behind you does that not sound great, so pick wisely and carelessly not misplace the idea of a Friend, wait ask yourself, what is a Friend? one to depend on, lending without thought, still would you call yourself a Friend of another, let us ask ourself, of this Sinful Pride that grass our beautiful lives. by Isaac William Thompson. I wrote this poem shortly after my daughter was born, when I was in a blind confusion having no thoughts of anything not caring not trying just lost the most precious or the second most precious thing I could have ever acquired true love the mother of my child I can't believe how easy it was for me to screw it all up with absolute remorse but not without regret, for the lessons that have been learned. I love you Lillian and Amber and miss you so, thank you for making me part of your life. date August 13th 2004