The Author's Unspoken Words (MGS Writings)

Beside the Ocean Shore MH  They seem happy and contented walking,  By the Seashore, thinking of nowhere to go, Only their steps would know,  The salty breeze carries stories untold,  The love and adventure their hearts brave,  Their simple living  I was enchanted, was fascinated,  I wish I had more time to stay,  Since I don't own my time due to the uncertainty of work missions,  Though I don't want to go,  But I can't say no,  Let me leave my memories,  And promise to come back again soon. 

In the realm of thoughts where shadows play,  I dwell in silence where whispers sway,  With a high spiritual intelligence, I rise,  Not just in words, but in the truth that lies. I read the moods, the energy flows, The subtle shifts that the heart bestows. Through body language, I weave my thread, In the tapestry of souls, where secrets are spread. Fakeness and realness, I sense with ease, A keen observer of the heart's unease. Indeed, my senses are supreme and clear. In the quiet moments, I draw near. People's smiles, a mask they wear, Sarcasm lingers in the air,  I can read their minds, the lies they spin, Measuring the weight of the truths within. Hidden anger, I trace to its root, In the garden of feelings, I find the fruit, I was not born yesterday, wisdom my guide, No one can fool me, I see deep inside. More than intelligent, I stand apart, For no one knows me, not even the heart. In the silence, I gather the light, A beacon of truth i...

Your smiles are sarcastic, a mask you wear, I can read your mind, the thoughts laid bare. Your lies I can measure, like shadows in light, Even your hidden anger, I sense in the night. I understand where that rooted from, I was not born yesterday; you can’t fool me, I am more intelligent than you think I am, None of them know me from Adam, but I know your scam. I have a high spiritual intelligence, I don’t just read words; I sense your essence. I read through moods, energy vibes, Your body language whispers; your truth it describes.  I easily sense your fakeness and realness, Indeed, my senses are supreme, a gift, a stillness. Do they have a problem with that? Take heed, Mind you, I noticed everything; I see what you need. Through my silence, I watch, I observe, Beware of the depths, the truths I unnerve. For in this quiet, my power resides, In the realm of the unseen, where true wisdom abides