You Wake To Know You ......Seethe!!

We come from distance great,

to deliver messages sent,

the Universe does shout,

as we come about.

Blindness grew through Ages,

the Ancient built such signs,

Humanity has dumbed this down,

stating, "It's not sound."

The enlightened mind resting,

leaves Life to Trace a Find,

the angles become the bracing,

for All that are not bound.

As Centuries have passed,

the "Ages" so do last,

encircling the globe,

announcing darkness know!

In the Writings still entombed,

the Chiseler's evidence stating doom,

saddened many to mark for You,

there is a way to get through.

The Conscious Mind must Wake,

a collective by design,

mapping out what must be found,

a posture to tackle bind!!

In Rote you may just know,

a natural law in such times,

when teaching invokes death,

kills based on imminent threat.  

The Voice has witnessed this,

as apologies persist,

but to take a life to save a life,

is a twisted fit.

A Gathering of the Mute,

in places which impute,

the belief is in the listing,

Resistance seems the Misting.

Enlightenment will pass,

the need to know reaches Wrath,

the Mind withholds the Path,

a Conscious Note of Hate.

a place of Peace your lost,

in Sake of need you want,

in Blast of wrong you're right,

the plight enhances blind.

You're Out-of-Time,

the rule in rote,

declares the Ages End.

No balance in this measure,

it will add-up to Sin.

Although you've turned your back,

to the Old and Ancients fact,

the Signs of Times,

will Speak with Lines,

the ones you will wait in.

The Shame that should show,

is the Blame in which You throw,

the fault is there imposed,

upon the roads of known.

The Words in the Verse,

the spoken of shown,

casts aside what is bliss,

in-spite You are blown.

In the Eyes which do see,

the Moor's of such kneed,

it is sung in more than reads,

by design and not a plead.

The Circle than complete,

the Hour-Glass breaks,

the Tumbler sounds,

a ride with no seat!!

The importance of Issue,

draws close to the days,

when Ignorance was used,

to excuse thus engaged.

Lacking the Skills,

to Listen to drilled,

You dug into History,

and dismissed the Mystery.

Do not turn to another,

reflection is in self,

review of your well,

may deepen the Tell.

Denial of History,

the Ages of Sign,

the Golden, the Silver, the Bronze to remind,

that Iron is Hot and darkens this plot.

A Play to Release,

the Stars which will be,

a guide to deliver,

more sages than me.

In rote I have written,

in memory of told,

that doubt will reveal,

the pages of Old!!