The Path Finder

I have a 9 year old son, whom I love dearly. I have the worst luck in relationships due to my own insecurities and undying stuborness. There are very few persons that I chose to call friends. Many are aquaitences but less than few are "family". I have a great habbit of writing. Although I think most of my stuff is shit. I go down to the river, at the end of the dock, and just let the water speak and the wind caress... mmm... solitude. i miss my dock. There hasnt been any time to visit it in quite a while and I feel as if my flowing thoughts need a "jump". Ah well...
My son is in the third grade and he tought himself to ride a bike.
He's been wanting this for a while now and I glad that fate winked down on him.
Persistance and Determination
No other things in life are needed for anything to happen.
this all from my son...
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"Pheonix"
Though you can be stubborn,outspoken, and haughty, I admire you greatly.
----------------------------------------------------------- (By Whiteheart)
As if a dream
A voice of life and so it seems
That here is pressed from your dreams
I have lain from eons time
And pass before in words and sign
East is a point in a rounding way
To west set down that you may stay
South the light and heat of earth
And north conceals the sacred birth
Womb of earths pulsing love
To echo truths from up above
Mountains range the winds will whip
Bringer of intent lightning's strip
Trees of memory holding high
For love and light they do apply
Breath of summer twinning fall
into the winter sleep the seeds of all
eagles mark a quarter spring
to love and dance the merry ring
this fire a glow souls content
as dust of faeries evenings sent
whole is a way a worlds apart
a taste so blessed distilling art
painted pages the books of known
and yet remaining the sacred stones
held in fields between the seams
those laughing wonders smiles that beam
a little way off you hear it there
I see you stop and stand stare
Turning round a leave will land
And at this place I will stand
A crow will pass call your name
To raise the smile as we play the game
Silver pendant invokes the stream
Your prayers all answered as if a dream
Much Love and Light
Benedico … Whitehart
(Me...) At the Dock...
Diamonds in the river, Onyx their bed.
Life within the color red.
Nolonger frozen, winter cold.
No want of warmth,
I see. Not told.
Diamonds on the river.
Diamonds of wealth beyond expectation.
Not withstanding fate and all creation.
The shape of the Eagle in the Dagger of Light.
The Light of the Dagger, the Eagle of Night.
This plane is blue when the Dagger flashes.
The sent of sulfer burns... clashes.
Sound all around me not silence or calm.
Sound of new river falling, falling down.
Thoughts to ponder, to pen on whim.
A new perspective here... within.
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