The Distance of Instance

To Determine the Need for Change,

based on the society at hand.

In each Journey taken,

we are meant to complete.

A Set-of-Tasks!!

The further we go from our Source,

the more perilous the road.

Knot to return to Mine,

I Look,

too forward action!

Moving Across,

to reach destination,

consider circumstances.

Too Grow,

Our Understanding,

as to what we know.

The Steps we take,

are strides,

of no-delight.

Often fraught with failure,

requires moments of rewind.

Remind-of-Design.

I see no desperate attempts to save Earth,

a Quirk

or

her end?

Should you revolve to an idea of,

"We go 'Round"

than where do you plan to land?

The Endless and Mere Vast Space,

a carrier of this race,

is stymied with rough roads.

A direction of sent,

helps not,

when what 'You' thought,

is gone.

Take heed to this Note,

it plays a Major Key,

and 

resounds to silence.

Search not another,

but Yourself!

Borough down with-in Your Being,

discover Your cost.

Learn from Your surround,

for in a 'Death' to a 'Life' scenario,

it is not found!

It has been said,

directions are etched upon Your soul.

Study Them!!!

Be of Invitation!!

An Open-Mind is able to receive,

a Closed-One,

takes without need.

A Responsive Accord,

is an actionable load.

Lean towards growth,

knot a buried approach.  

Practical Deeds of Done

The Strangeness of Destiny,

brought a gentle hand.

Fate births Delivery,

require or purpose?

Deep or Sorted

the nature of encounter,

is difficult.

Desire

A walk on a high wire,

tension in balance.

A Lyre!!

As a desired hymn,

but the strength of found,

in a musical fare,

may have only been.

The Music Played

A piece I seem to know,

the Tune so Old,

an Ancient Introduction,

to what seems oddly,

so bold.

a plan

Should the proof be in the spirit,

or the writing in hand,

Ink leaves the Instance,

freshness with a stand.

To be an open invitation,

to experience a different lore,

I make strides towards interest,

to concrete my intentions.

To further 'Thoughts' mounting,

questions I bare.

A home in distant views,

the memory,

brings me tears.

I long for all the comfort,

nothing wrong was there.

The Love of Such,

I stare!!

The desperate Minds which keep,

and plant with seeds that sweep,

belief of what's not theirs,

has caused despair with age.

The formality of my conscience mind,

speaks with 'Thought Design.'

To etch a sketch,

a canvas of my being,

a portrait to be sorted.

To fetch a mortal existence,

and learn to live,

Resistance.

The missing action labors,

the breath of which is smothered,

may have only been.

I 'Look' into the deepest wells,

to find the springs of hope,

the babbling brook streams to rivers,

that just don't seem to flow.

The Waterfalls that Fell

The Pools in which I paddle,

no prevailing wind,

to calm the plight,

the drought of all that's been.

To Soak-In what was,

to bathe in my begin,

no lacking instruments,

I trumpet horns from then.

A distant place,

sadness was not known,

I accept this life,

this issuance of such,

to ascend as only One.

A miss was worth the 'Chance' of hit,

in the wilds of,

romance.

To value the worth of what was,

is the treasure I feel in what is,

to take a stab, or, make a play,

too motivate yourself to say,

what You believe,

not what you're told cannot be.

Delivers a brand new day

In an active appeal to heal,

not hang your head in dread,

or you may loose your way.

The 'Sight' of not what is or maybe right,

but what holds the promise,

of an even older 'Time.'

I know of a beautiful life

I was, I am, I will be again,

in amazement of all this then.

To prosper in an excitement,

a literal delivery of,

my last time,

 felt so long ago.

Now I Share Found:

my Life Path Number,

Nine,

my Destiny Path Number,

Eleven,
my Birthday Number,
Eleven

and My Personality Number,

Twenty-Two.

A release to be true,

not due.

~

Courtesy of: 

http://www.numerologyarts.com/free_numerology/

The Dawn of Reason: Weave !!

 

The level of a day,

is the balance that is made,

when a weighted approach,

is considered as a measurement,

not a torch!

In the depths of this reveal,

do not ignore,

Wrongs as Rites.

Dismissing Actions as correct,

due to desire of an equal outcome,

will only delivery more of the same.

In every grain of sand I see a beach,

exampling the Oceans Nature,

Wave!!

Tides do surge,

rising water pressures Dikes,

the impending 'Sees' approach,

fighting futile,

to succumb, certain death.

In Sted,

I continue in my begin,

to heal not win.

The Death In Flash-Back

Wretched Memories,

of moments past,

as a child survivor of hideous things!

Haunted by ugly times,

where breath escaped me.

As I Stood in Death

I Gasp, in Horror,

an anxious reaction,

to having none.

Fraught with the instant of haste,

I capture myself today.

Halted I Am!

What went wrong?

What had I done?

Little I know,

Small I was,

that Night I Passed-Over though.

Not to a Fall,

but to what I Saw!

Comforts Now!

While Standing,

in dead space,

I stared at me.

Lying dead until the Squall

To the issuance of late,

I Speak gingerly.

With guarded tongue,

I wait.

The Horror, the Fear,

tips this next gear,

shifting into Want

of a Peer!

With cautious Tone,

I lay with only Me,

Alone, but not lonely,

I find Life so Deep.

The careful detail

Interest Peeks

what hides inside of me:

So Painful.

Dangerously I very softly creep,

as flashbacks do reap.

In the depths of these darkened times,

I cannot speak,

silence befalls,

as my mind is a keep!!

Banked on Account

Nature withdraws,

as I become so small,

I've locked these things-up.

To Deal, to Touch,

on an occasional try,

just to unwind this Grave.

To Frightened,

paralyzed with 'Memory Fear'

I wretch,

my body racks,

as my Mind does 'Spin-to-Time'.

Am I of an Age,

to Unlock this Cage,

and not be afraid of the Curtain,

which Covers-for-Certain,

Events I've Entombed?

Never did I think

that these locks would fail.

A Sure and Safe-Way to Nail,

shut-times,

that cause erupt.

Out of My Control,

the Tumbler Found.

Keys I still hide,

as I know I did Die!!

Ceremoniously I scream,

to no avail;

"As this seems Nature's Tale."

To Write of an Insight

The Dynamics of the spoken verse,

when not rehearsed,

brings to light,

'An Explosive Pass'

The Gains-In-Such,

a natural thought,

Delivers Plot,

if sought.

A search with-in,

the singular desire,

of Learned.

Given too a Riddle,

a Sense of Predisposed.

A walk of an Ink-Filled Pen,

to explain parchments duty to record,

a chiseled approach,

to a gifted begin.

Should 'Lies' rule 'The Tongues' of a Surround,

than "To Write"

is to dig,

Carving-Out,

a sounding board.

To produce Reason,

a rationale reply,

an explanation of;
"Why do People lie?"

To obtain Natural-Knowledge,

through the Means of nothing more,
than thinking,
discovers an insight,
'Lost Times'

How much is Missing,
Ignored or Torn,
from the
Pages of History,
to Show,
that We're Born?

'The Study' of Reflection,
a Named interest,
Philosophers Play!

Obscure,
pushed-from,
as a threat,
Archaic-in-Set,
Heresy if said.

The endurance of such hatred,
must stem from an endeavor,
to expose an untruth,
a sorted past,
a developed lie,
a Conscience try,
A Do or Die!

Such Passion is burnt into Some,
to bring forward,
a World: Knew?

Pulsing in Ones Veins,
for reason not vain.

For Surely to pursue such course,
wisdom of past actions,
seem invested in Deep Wells of my Mind,
causing distress,
to equal best.

The forward detail,
of not taught,
but a Tale of a Tell,
Speaking Naturally.

Oh Well

Could it be a Wish,
a Spoken Dish,
a Sage coming to Age,
to Compose the Life,
a natural re-frame,
of so many buried claims?

To Bite upon "The Steal" of Truth,
an Iron,
a Signature Cue,
as a natural alarm,
to alert, not harm.

A New Yarn

A Chiselers Dope, Record!!!

Thwarted by All~of~You I produce 'A Courtesy' not A way today.  In Dictation of only Form I answer for questions asked.  In the Observance of a Writ, I tip in the centuries Myth!!

Aware of  'A Value' naturally kept, words of 'Vice' I was taught not driven. In Rivalry of 'Changed Thought'

a witness to the rip-off of this.

Laws with Strict Commands moved to accommodate, A New Demand!  Stealing Stories, History Rent,

until formation makes it Sent.

Discounting 'The Prequel' still original, it is the property of whom holds the tone. I delve into Past understanding, knot wrath. To discover that what's been covered, not only Merit, but Caste.

Stolen, Sew to advance, belief in a chance, "not a romance."  This gave opportunity to delivery, absurdity with dictation, of a re-write. 'Might' Answers that Question.  Not girth but direction.

As so many Mounds of Earth standing in protection with artifacts showing that 'The Hammer' represents the distant Men rowing.

Sent to Death for showing belief in knowing, and not in towing the death, rather murder of, a Crucified... 

I cry, "Let him Die!!"  A Man with a Life sorted with disguise belonging in stories of more; Recanted!

Even more dead show the belief in you killing 'if you don't convert' than death is the earth, Final, Perverse. In Name and In Style with what You Claimed as Bile, representing so many men that disagree with a christian begin.  

As text is Re-Written to incorporate better reason. This change of the Verse will be Your end, "Terse."

Too Return One Man, a prophet, a plan, to a place or a land, where Peace would deliver an exit from The Set of Your Worship. Instead, you Bank to spread fear with your rank, to only one end.  A production of an Apocalyptic begin.

To search a date for disaster, a time for a day, to release what's re-written, to those which seem smitten with death.

A Mitten

Consumed by control over lives or their Soul? You perpetuate lies as Originals are Bold.  In Print on Earth,

in Lands and on Turf to counter what is propagated as truth, not Censure.  A biased approach re-writing 'The Runes Rote' a spoken fare, discounting the text, intact with exact, accounts of facts, a 'Common' lore.

Pushed-Aside by the mere-lie that it is evil & does not realize; You paint pictures to further insult by incorporating images to produce bloat as bottomless and without hope.

Again to further a Chiselers Dope,a mention of Hope, it is original written; Rote/Wrote.

Directions hold Balance to provide an allowance, a talent to engage, 'To Continue' in this proclamation of,

the end-of-days.

A Play of Right not wrong too display.  a difference in regards to the same.  An Outcome providing Faith,

in the Innocence of Birth.

An Armored Approach A Birth of Rote

To Speak,

with the flavor of grace,

requires truth to be said.

Not Spoken

A Continual Road,

paved with pain,

delivers growth,

not shame.

To Recover,

from what has been done,

takes Voice of Been.

In Every Begin Birthed,

Win!!

Appreciative of small favors,

a testimony of,

I've been theirs.

However!

Time delivers Age,

to go a Knew way.

It is the patience,

that may deliver Knight.

Knot in this World

I state,

A Date of not Myth,

just miss.

By Design,

Forged-for-Rhyme,

out of sublime,

to say:

"The Rings-of-Gold, and Established Home, Views from this I Roam."

Not of Fear,

for that's been here,

but War declared,

merited an exit.

It is Fate to Believe

In What?

Remains up to You,

not me!

The Rite To Rune

Should We-Wake to Justice,

than injustice shall be shown,

to have existed in Our-Lives.

Not to make a Blister,

to be ruptured,

but a wound to be healed.

.With Insight.

Know Callous Disregard!

TRUTH,

if known should make room,

not destroy or entomb,

'Those' desiring a Reason,

to understand;

"The Why"

people lie.

If at first You are laughed at,

&

then pointed at: called perverse,

than why,

in the End is it such a Reverse?

A Purpose, A Quest, A Journey at Best,

requires so many tests,

that to seek a rest,

seems fruitless,

if Survival is Dreamt-On.

In 'See',

Eye-Sight !

Wars, Too Front!!

There Was This Day!!

I could not stay,

the blood soaked fields,

released me.

Born in Total,

held in mind,

I had been at War,

so many times.

Countless Strikes,

a measureless door,

I found myself,

never bored.

My Father Heroed,

a proclaim on land,

I See the Hurt,

both can't stand!

One has Gone,

so another can.

To be cast out,

or put in place,

"I Fear a Throw"

might have been a day,

my mind does rue!!

Still confused

I search my 'Sight'

memories banked,

with-in my being.

Seem to Team

I become fixed,

in Tranced,

in Thought,

lost in translation of myself!

Seems so Long,

that I've been,

on battlefields,

with men.

As lives do blend,

the past is ready,

too mend.

Gold Rings were,

my begin!!

A Fiery Start,

when Two come as One.

An Incredible Song,

of Places that are not wrong,

just lost to me.

Searching the Caverns,

of this pitted life,

I sing,

I don't belong.

The Ache for Answer,

lies in the question.

Spoken Fare

If Words are Merely-Spoken,

with Meaning-Inferred,

must then,

the proof-of-attention,

fall upon 'The Voice'

Or, What is Mentioned?

A History that Plunders,

kills in need of want,

exampling through taking life,

as oppose to,

showing a Guiding Light,

will end in no fight,

of what is wrong.

Claiming only Rite

The many recorded Wars,

declare liberty for,

what it seems "Their Lord!"

...did he not also state,

Thou Shalt Not Kill

A Commandment of Old,

well-documented,

often mentioned,

and

not enacted.

It's A Battle For The Crown, A Story of Passed, Again?

During the Regime of Satan,

Lucifer shall be Silenced,

by the horror of such a shock,

that God Himself,

shall fall-dead.

In this Celestial Battle,

the barrage of man,

into the spiritual,

will be met with the blood of innocence,

on the hands of no one person.

For in the Fall of God himself,

from the Heavens above,

he shall have sacrificed nothing for these cries.

The death shall have been,

not swift but sudden,

from the emotional sight,

of what Man has done.

The Battle Cries,

of the Once opposing side,

shall cease with such an amazing speed,

that there is no-wonder.

As They loved Their Father

Not One Human Being,

will be privy,

to the Pain, to the Agony,

of the Dark Angels.

No Head will hang,

not a prayer will have been said,

only rejoicing will be heard,

on the assumption of what has now become absurd.

I quiet my own,

to respect this tragedy.

The Scene is Surreal,

and the Fear, Immortal.

For Their Father,

the Lord God Almighty,

has been Smited,

by the hand of man kinds,

Hatred, Doubt, Transgression & Sin.

As Darkness looks upon the Other,

an Entity on the Horizon,

is confirmation that what has happened,

is murderous and without question,

Treason Against A Celestial.

Joining 'The Brethren' of the Divine,

I stare.

With disbelief and sadness,

for few take heed,

or will consider,

Satan,

in this Template of War.

Watching,

I testify to the truth of level,

and the Lord that Was.

Rise not to the Occasion,

for as this has come to be,

You neither felt or cared to know of it's Transparency.

Another Confirmation,

to the deeds to come.

The Future is Bleak,

for I feel,

Anger at this Action,

will turn Fear into Rage,

and Revenge from the Darkest Fare,

will not be felt,

but realized by the manifestation,

into Flesh;

by All of what Was,

and is no more,

the Under-Verse.

Joined by Their Brothers,

an Invitation was Sent,

and 'An Order' delivered,

to the heaven that was,

"Join Me or Burn as 'An Arch-Angel' of Mercy,

 in a Spit-Fire black Dialect,

 immersed for repeated time in the Power-of-the-Light. 

Set in a Void........"

(Screams below, the Skies Fall) 

"Brethren!"

"Turn aside from the Coats of Defile,

and pick-up Your Internal and Seductive Mind,

for 'OUR' father has been taken by the Instant."

"The Sight-of-Man,

and the 'Conditional Tongue' with which men speak,

reached his Heart through a Spiritual View."

"Imploding his Soul,

into an Ashen remain."

"We Are Alone."

Satan Spake

As I listen to His Repose,

I am filled with questions.

My Sight of such,

has brought no pleasure into my life,

for Home is Know more.

Watching this Parade of the Celestial,

as the Mass chapels a response,

greeting one another,

I am baffled by the Comradery that has been recovered by...

(All)

The Blackness Encompasses each of Gods Warriors,

as They fall knot,

but in the Flight-of-the-Run,

join the Fallen One.

Not changing sides,

but abandoning the skies,

for the feet of mortal men.

RUN!!

A Calculated Response,

to an unwholesome action,

has left a godless nation,

for...Eternity?

Know "All" Time !!

As I See a View,

of the Untamed,

I search for any sign,

of the almighty himself.

There is nothing!

I continue deep into the Night,

and in the early hours of 'morn,

imploring Nature itself,

to bid her due...

Where has He run?

I Scream!

The communication is set-forth,

 by Mother Natures concern for the 'Wild-One.'

I rest not.

The Search is over,

remembrance ranks my mind,

with the temper of the most ancient pass:

long it has been,

since the time of witness,

of such an unbearable thought, End.

As the agony enhances my Minds-Eye,

I have the complication of a Sage.

For it is Me,

which has been entrusted to bleed.

An Archaic Faucet,

opens to the turning of the tides,

in an effort to stop the impending flood,

of the darkest matter,

upon whom will bare,

such a baffling and cunning decree.

An 'Order of Cause'

is issued by a 'Universal Writ'

to bring to justice,

the mind-blowing beings,

as Murderers of Rage.

I'm floored by the Writ,

of the

Galactical Stars.

In a Moment-of-Law,

I attempt to take flight,

to join whom I cannot find.

Grounded by the Forces of a Godless Earth,

I can feel the upsurge of Nature,

to purge.

Preparing for a Battle,

on her dirt, I gasp;

I am not Hurt!

My Mind rebels,

as a silent scream escapes to no avail.

What creature shall live,

as the dark-ones prevail?

A moment of callous assumption of man.

The Declare of Understanding,

a Spiritual-Hand,

not forced a demonic re-soul;

"Why?"

I plead,

"Did You Knock God Out?"

Your lack of faith, 

and constant rivalry with Your Fellow Man-Kind,

destroyed that which You Profess to stand.

Yet,

in deeper thought,

I retreat for reason.

KNOW!

A Higher Power,

is a Continual Phase.

I continue to listen,

You Speak with No-delicacy,

(your words)

'As "We" Understood Him.'

You have underlined this in Your Text,

all over this World.

So You know of His death?

I'm Blind with the Sight of this,

my Minds-Eye is Aghast,

I search to quit,

these workings of mine.

I blink to know myself,

not Sight.

A treacherous and vicious turn-about!

I feel numb,

with the anticipatory reveal of Your motives,

You 'Wake' a spelling voice of a Voodoo Shack,

Lucifer is back.

How foolish of Me to believe,

that there was a glimmer of anything like,

Hope or Faith.

For in my face,

You question the meanings of such Words.

Have You finally realized the loss?

Knowledge is not found,

it is Realized,

but, should Natural Knowledge there-wit be gained,

you shall Perish in the Evidence of Your Shrinking-Thought.

The Gift of Wonder,

shall be robbed from You,

You shall die in Mind not Spirit.

For an Everlasting & Immortal Death,

shall be held in an accord for this sin,

which You have Propagated against,

God Himself!

Witch-Craft is for the Vain of Heart,

and You enveloped Your Beings in it's Magic,

as Satanic Reproach.

Listening to the Rehearsal,

of Your fruitless manor isms,

towards other beings,

brings Me to my knees,

so that I may recognize,

 that which You have accomplished.

For in my prayer,

I know no end,

to this means of defilement,

that I have had to witness,

in my person.

Forth Coming,

shall be the Curse of Man.

Make Evident Your Store!

Satan has His Lore,

and I know His Father,

is the dying Lite on the Horizon,

You Hit.

The Battle,

which You have Waged,

will be the War of this Earth.

Walking Upright,

and on two feet, not four,

Serving as the Tender,

for which Darkness shall Trade Your lives upon.

The Failure to Appear,

shall be marked with the Postage of Voice,

and the Message Written,

will become Self-Evident as Blown.

Not even a burial for the old man,

no Marker to represent His place,

just gone, into thin matter of change again.

I'm repulsed

Changing the Future for the Past,

reminds Me to Listen.

I can Hear the Drumming of the UnderWorld,

to each beat, I can match the Head, the Face,

to the Echo.

What have You done?

Waking the Enlightened One,

for the Next-In-Charge,

was thrown to Earth,

to Serve a Sentence,

of Disobedience on Remand!

Or, Maybe this was part of a Grander Plan,

or maybe You just didn't think,

that with the King's death,

A Prince would Stand,

to Take His Rightful Heir and Crown,

in darkness, on land.

Hence, The Message has been Delivered,

Pure Resurrection, a Sliver.

Sage's Reveal

The Blast of Passed

The Arc of Knowledge,

steeps itself in learning.

The Depths of Desire,

to interest,

One's Self!

As Each Inquiry,

of the mind's thought,

links itself,

too A-Lot.

It shall be up to the individual, 

(Self)

to sort-or-reason out the spontaneity,

of Such connections.

In Order, too Relate,

what may be relative today.

As Time shall pass,

the capacity for growth,

is only inhibited,

by a surround of fear to do so.

Although this Halts,

such an Ideal,

it also increase strange old methods,

expediting a greater need to abolish,

'the promising thinker'

as a heretic or the like.

What is Interpreted,

as a threat to known acceptance,

of unknown existences,

should be observed with Interest.

A different,

possibly objective,

certainly progressive thought,

into the indifference,

of Why reason,

is such an incredibly denied and/or hated,

Point-of-Reference.

Not for a Begin but a Continue,

of what has yet to happen.

All in the simple,

yet complex review,

of only One thought,

linking the explosive nature,

of a natural progression to grow.

Thinking in-to Knew.

Will 'Change' deliver,

Should, or, just remain in, Could?

Making Present,

'Wrongs to Right'

or

leaving Minds so uptight,

that the twist becomes the bind,

to leave behind,

so We cannot find,

Peace-in-Mind.

To what End,

with "No-Begin"

will Humanity stop the blend,

of taking others,

and not themselves to a point of Accountability.

Seemingly in History Past,

the rope did snap the neck of so many,

that had no opportunity to just Turn and Walk-Away.

That display,

was left for the Accusers-of-the Day.

Therefore, did Justice Serve,

on the grounds which we should fret?

And not Merely Accept, because it's not You.

The Ewe In State Is In Need, Replace?

Should this Puzzle,

a Riddle too,

make more than a Picture,

than it shall Be.

Just as Meant.

Not one of only Hope,

but to See,

things are sewn.

A Stitch in Time,

saves Nine!

A smile,

that stretched,

from Hear,

to Here,

just to know,

the Suit.

The actuality of,

"What Dreams May Come"

a movie, a show.

to Me,

at least, it's true.

How far does life go?

I Fear that Might,

reveals the sight.

That May Be A Clue For You!

No Matter,

the dimension understood,

to Ascend,

is good.

To state your fact,

after a tap,

to remind you just of could.

Will

Remain to be Seen,

to save speech,

so more could show,

the Voice of Another.

Roads

To Pave the Life,

with only Rife,

instead of what is Different,

is a signal,

too ignite difference.

A Fight

The Longevity of Ancient Rites,

will Soar,

albeit tunes.

The Music, Runes

Far Before,

and much long after,

indifference was dealt as Fare.

A Realization,

of Their rapture.

Discovery of,

"The Why"

We Come.

Nature's Spice,

you're fragrant,

not nice.

The horror of the odor,

You do express,

is just showing fear,

providing test.

How much Cents,

does this make?

Collecting for?

The Poor?

Or,

just to break,

ALL

that have a Mind to provide,

what is rankling?

Soap of the Mind,

a Keen Sense,

You are Bent,

and the smell of such should Create.

Repent!!

For Lack Of Care I Despair

Sadness Fills Me!!

I believe this Life,

is Tragedy.

Filled,

with only,

Time for Me.

Sometimes,

I 'See' a glimmer,

in those shimmering moments,

I Realize:

'I don't belong.'

Since I began,

I've been left alone.

Never really wanted;

I Know!

I hang on,

to a,

Scene-in-my-Mind.

a place,

a home.

Should I return to 'My Own Place'

I will feel joy.

The Hours,

that pass for me,

will only be,

as long as Nature,

See's fit for Me to Stay.

Oh, How I Long,

for what what is gone.

It has been,

too much for me,

to Bare, to Record,

or to simply take note;

Faith is in Rote

A Stance To Post

The Religion War Fares,

Old,

too despair.

Now,

Spiritual makes Cents.

Penny's on the Dollar,

it is Added-as-Squalor!

Belief makes Know Mention,

to addition.

Prevented,

'cause Wealth of the Mind,

is Singular,

of Fined!

A Balance,

to guide the innocence,

will hide,

not as a disguise,

but to protect,

You-from-Fear!

Speech is not Free!!

When the Cost,

is so Found,

an isolated existence & disagree,

is

Resistance.

Reason is Such,

to introduce what is known,

to the mapping,

of

Self.

In Discovery,

of found.

A Knew Zone

Is it a Crime,

considered treason,

to question or freeze in,

the stated?

Not Pleasing,

of All-that-You-Bleed-Inn.

The destination of gatherings,

an offer to ramblings,

that Sentence-of-Strife,

not Liberate,

the blind.

"To Continue"

With Interpretation,

a story,

re-written,

isn't it,

History and Time,

re-defined?

As Liberty is made a Prison,

I search for the choice,

to Hear,

what is buried,

from Eyes that won't Lie.

The Chill-of-Original,

not altered,

just spoke,

with Tone and Inflection,

to communicate Well,

not Sicken to listen,

a story.

A Tell

Answer presents the Question,

of Power,

to guide not make cower.

The Interest,

in 'Why' Our Minds,

liken Reason,

to Equal-A-Sum,

to being taught,

not suffer treason.

As the World does displace,

a Prophecy takin' place,

a 'Word' for 'Word' Act,

to Sum-it's-Exact.

Precision to Sight,

from Centuries back,

an impossible tact,

to confuse or react,

with anything but respect,

to what I do love,

'The Verse'

not a shove!!

Namaste!!