The Spiraled Notebook

To crystallize that which faded Shatters our history in All Time,

the acceptance of existence will become A Tell.

To discount the knowledge of which betwixt,

will only prove to be the sword that displays,

that which Will's the way!!

A said relief,

description of,

not Hear but Their,

countenance of remembrance!!

I see the sight of no displaced with mystery,

of which disgraced Minds believe,

that evil is not Live.

Stand aside,

a driven mist,

clouded bye this communication Hist,

a daring challenge to what dues exist,

knot a mystical bliss!!

How dare does man interpret this,

to death,

to beyond of what is resist,

take sted in a natural wonder,

the evolution of life not Hell.

To down another,

for belief in such,

too know,

too See,

to Be of,

a resistance and not a Cist.

The humble plea,

I no not cry,

for all you say is black or white,

no account for the middle,

where many find,

their color wonder!!

In death you may find life begins,

a strange and lurid view,

of not dimensions but "What are You?",

as caste You are to point of due!!

What say the Man,

that makes no mention,

of seminal,

or children sought,

should a multiple be known,

due,

you may become to lean.

No more are found in information,

descript you've been in a land,

when cast out for belief-at-hand,

where is compassion known.

I cry upon the old confess,

your Mind must certainly no a rest,

for in the music of a hymn,

a not can play into the dark.

Should only light be a betray,

than you could not bother with a say,

hold not onto what we do not know,

but sway you will to what can't be sold.

Indifference leads to blindness sold,

not for ignorance,

the guilt displayed,

nor right,

nor wrong,

declares the Fare,

only correct gets left behind.

Look we do,

seek we will,

neither gift not sight will dispel,

our need to see not for repent,

but for need to continue in this begin you belt.

Whippings in Mind,

body and soul,

only resolves this selfish time,

for should we be subject too another fair,

it is the circus you aimed us too.

My mind does reason,

a thought of deaf,

in this circle of,

I am lost,

robbed me of a guide to home,

gave my heart inspite of known.

Emotional blare,

disbelief does roam,

critizing another's Road,

twin may live is it evil to no love.

Confusion is this heavenly dove,

switching sides for what is a shove,

believe or die,

no reason matters,

your script rehearsed,

your lies are worse.

Not to commit to such equipped,

with age,

not season,

the knight brings life to the blackening of this Tale.

Oh Why?

do you caste out an open voice,

a venue declares,

I have 'No Choice',

do I due or forgive this rue of hate to You?

I ask myself,

do Sights despair?,

or is it the knowledge sought,

that cannot show Where?,

or could be in the twisted tongue,

issue of thought,

that not just runs down a driven way,

but condemns a given thrown.

The meek will be,

that nothing you never see,

for only that which steps to tune will show the Secrets through,

I am sorry in Advance.