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The well wheeled knife. By Kevin MIcheal Kappler

The words that grow and roll of my tongue  Were written in the faded pages When my life was young. A Fluid vision of thy future I sought The words in this book's binding Strength is taught. I call this book "Thy Book Of Mind's Eye." I keep it hidden in my heart's vault Until it's needed to heal a hurtful cry. The pages from my book that are from me and then to you It is strength and hope Not the greed and such that hang one like an albatross rope Each breath writes a new vision within The heart such grows stronger, in you, from within. We relate in life Scary at first Cuts to the warmth like a bloody and well concealed  knife So as you read on in these passages Walk down the halls I call my Dark yet Enlightened  life. Such will arm you with the relation you hold in the army Light with this now handed down knife. Cob webs cleared from all the years Of which the ones I deemed stronger Fell to their own fears. Like David and Goliath Wield your rope well... Then hang doubt and fear Your Darkness will Die and then disappear. My Mind's eye sees the past..Not just the future. So I see my Trail that bound the book of a brighter suture Sewn into me by life's surgeon..the teachings A well held knife That cuts through this once darkened life The well wheeled knife.