A heart speaks to me in volume, a heart speaks to me words, a heart speaks to me true wisdom, a heart speaks to me if i only could grasp his true meaning. A true Brother speaks to me. In the fire of light, in the darkness, and in the trenches of battle…..Charles D….i will always stand beside you, for you i trust, for you i look apon, for you i seek the word of your behalf of my heart.
I am Charles Kiesov, for which i behold to you myself, my word, my knowing, my encouragement, my meaning to overcome all obstacles which stand before me, for i am CHARLES KIESOV.
I have lived a life of Depression, a life of no mercy, a life of no CHANCE. But in my heart.
Guide them through the jungle through a more easier path to trek. I find it very rewarding, the smile on thier face or the look in thier eyes just fills my heart with happiness. But sometimes it can be a little to much to handle, all these lost souls seem to attract to me and i relize that im saying mostly the same thing to most of them.
I wrote you a poem, written by Ben Kiesov, relating to the exact same words you have finally written now. I am not a fool, i am not a clown, but a mirror reflection of a wild flower waiting to grow. You may not of known what i have said, or what i am saying now. But BROTHER. In MY ARMS WE HOLD STRONG. IN MY HEART, IN MY SOUL, I WILL NEVER GIVE UP, YOU SEEN IT,. you HAVE SEEN THE (SIRENS)—(What about Ben’s Brother?)…in my heart Brother we will come together and say.
What a Miracle.
Amen
and God Bless to everyone.
Charles Evan Kiesov