the Samaritan

Angels makes a way somehow..a goodwill that good people still exist..

poor is the dealer with the slack hand, but the hand of the diligent makes him rich...

its about what it means to give yourself that others may survive in..a stranger in a foreign land..

the excellence of knowledge is that which wisdom gives life…

Dear stranger, what are your dear command to us? for we are not helping because we can..

the greater the sacrifice, the greater the power..for blame as of scapegoat keeps power away..

an enemy of the people was once a darling to them..we get noticed when the number is up…

the tale of the tape..for of what account is we? what have we if not root for hope?

at the end of the day it’s all about relationships as value is of relevance..

only a man who has felt ultimate despair is capable of feeling ultimate bliss..

 

Overthrown by strangers, as of a target, a legal alien..

the heart of a stranger, do not oppress a stranger..

be a force for the common good and elevate a level of confidence..

restore your judges as at the first, your counsellors as at the beginning…

we bow down for loftiness and haughtiness of us..taken away our reproach as codes of vanity…

countenance witnessing a branding rather of beauty...

a good name? good times never fade away..we are the change, for change changes us…

while the optimist as the pessimist, the opportunity knocks once...

even more generous as of  blackmail..

 

 Took a walk in the woods, came out taller than the trees..we meet at our coming..

sticking on to the storyline for a begging must come to an ending..of a bargaining strain..

the one as well as the other..we guard ourselves but be broken on pieces...

pray for me, the pay in thoughts..engage with your thoughts..

casualty reassurance as a way to touch a many people...

what's there to wish for than more? an element of surprise?

how much do we spend to feel safe? love in command, a pause for wonder…

the innocent knows only the language of love..

what makes them tick is that made them weak..

 

Time for questions, time for answers..a honeypot…

our circles interesting..our view the product of own experiences…

the more they reveal me, the more they real me…

so innocent so real, if walls could talk, we can fly in prison…

only work when needed, a ronin..doing what we can, where we can..

the crown never rests, the king follows the crown..the ironic name of king…

the highs ain't worth the lows..remembering how we want to and remembering how it was…

a guilt trip, never certified, ever satisfied, the true nature for vigilance…

relate to situations and you see…

In my next life I'm getting paid.