In a Place that is found,
connected-by what is Round,
delivers you a Sphere.
It can be touched and will reveal,
two become it's near.
In this Bend a bounce of through,
a Walk of Made will show to you,
'The Blue'
a simple truth.
As such, a return does date,
full of hate as knowledge stayed,
ignored for not sublime.
To include,
an end for man,
or to chose,
a Polar Stand.
The shame of held will be in hand,
the ear you seek will turn to reap,
not the bounty but your pleasure,
for this lust becomes a measure.
Upon 'Such' learned 'Hatred' Turns,
Wrath-a-Path,
not to speak but to tell,
that this 'Action'
should be felt.
An Impact!!
This necessity to be heard,
a Prequel to Here,
leaves you with truth,
a blurb...
...that your travels,
'Give a Reality'
to a place and madness,
delivers girth.
In no appeal you change things,
the silence becomes disturbing,
as if 'The Plot' enhanced 'The Plan.'
This Magnifies Itself,
as done!
In the tact of 'Such' an erupt,
it shakes the Core,
of what was never believed,
Faith leaves,
darkness is light.
darkness is light.
Days become a chore,
this Scene is abhorred.
The 'Photograph' made,
is proof of a ray,
built by demand,
to point at alien lands,
left for Sake.
The invisible formality,
takes 'It's' form and then 'It' turns,
to manifest what burns,
intensely driven,
'It' seems the Sun,
until it's done.
In this, not a test,
is the threat,
to be a 'Jet'
of merely what,
implodes when struck.
In plain sight it does not show!!
Minds so old,
the ancients bold,
but They did tell you so,
and thus you go.
It is in this, that throws off track,
an exist.
Weapon staved in a formality,
ignites your day to Play.
Impossible
It does leak, what you stole,
upon the land, not 'it's' home,
this Element is blown.
A known stone is what ends,
a moment shown with no sin,
does take shape and it begins.
The worth of mineral,
rich with denseness,
black it's claimed,
should not be touched,
or War erupts.
Left unnamed,
moved for fame to create,
a formal Reign.
For with this bit,
you have evidenced,
with such prevalence,
it proves a Book.
In these Caves,
where it's found,
are these Scrolls and still are bound.
In good condition they remain
Hidden from View, to produce,
when these days do come.
Pursuit
In such thought, Earth's not bought,
Mounds do hold some strange Truth.
In wait of a patient stay,
for delivery upon a day,
to use in a very special way,
to hold something at bay.
I wonder,
do these things exist in place?,
do they work
or
is it Present History made?
With such a magnetic pull,
electrifying if known,
bourn in lands of flight,
built to last, made to show.
This does possess great power,
an ancient store,
for there's more.
Ode!!
Properly used to liberate,
a guide to See,
free 'In Charge'
and
holds the greatest cost of Knew.
May Peace be with,
whomever may be due.
Rent collects Life's Account,
with no respect it wakes the dead.
A Bank of Dread turns black red,
water spoils and then it's said;
"It bled!!"
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