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!! 

A Rise To Know Fall

A different approach to a final understanding,

may lie in the breath it takes to live,

not Die!!

Respecting Your verse for Your coming Curse,

do not belittle Whom wish to stay,

not rise to a fall.

To scatter seeds,

thoughts of deeds,

that must come into light,

before~during~after,

this End-of-Days fight,

requires little from the follower.

A disturbing message to have cast out,

grown with intent.

A critical loss in such a preached gain,

is the loneliness of such aim.

No mention of calm or peace as resolve,

You just leave to avoid the burn,

as if it is your turn.

To be so pointedly clear,

saying those left will suffer greatly,

is merely pointing the finger,

assuming authority in this control.

In a place lacking subject,

lost in translation,

echoes of a past calling,

I yearn to stretch thought.

Has a subjective mind,

only found life in sign?

Long before breath was mist,

the Universe had light,

a bubbling fire,

an explosive rest.

As Suns burst with growth,

and colors reigned the sky,

the expansion of such wealth,

still shows itself.

Should example not demonstrate change,

than a fading light will steer,

a star so near ~ just to miss.

Such amazement surrounds Us here,

the vast history of voice,

a tone of best,

rings-in as a test.

Future sights of past measures,

increase 'Might'

lending purpose to this fight,

not to argue,

just to be in plain sight.

A venture in my mind,

the engagement of,

"Where We are"

must disappoint the Ancients.

To dismiss an incredible value,

a written record of,

"How to do"

what comes from You,

is a saddened state affair.

The balance to lost is found,

the difference shows with a persistent note.

Is it Claim or is it Proof,

that across the stage,

past 'Tells' show this Age?

An Act or Providential fact?

Can We search Our-Selves,

to know that We are sleeping,

in Mind-Less Cells?

The Prison of a Keep,

Enhanced or a Cheat?

A Teeter-Totter so to speak!!

The most I see,

a waffling to me,

Accusations, Defamation,

a Character flaw,

with no meat to claw.

The 'Proof' needed,

seems far stretching,

real resolve.

A "Real End" would include,

the evidence and could not be moved.

Certainty in such an act,

would not deprive, 

but revive a set-life.

In such a 'Grand Plan'

the tangible would be explained,

not blamed, not away,

but an Ace in Whole,

a dealing to full.

Completion to determine a station,

confidence in this appeal,

would deliver a flesh & blood reveal.

Concreting all that's bleeding,

a touch of reality,

in such a long stay,

to provide more than a day,

but a life.

Proving regardless of impending strife,

the Work to Know, 

to Do,

is the reward for All to pursue.

An Everlasting You

In a World so condemning,

breaks Universal Rule,

to advance selfish acts,

and worse,

explains that 'It's for You'

I quietly stand aside,

to witness this strange ride,

of nothing more than,

you lied.

The 'Cover' of all sins,

is not the Lid to hide,

what has happened to this try.

Belief in what I See!!

Awakening does not happen gently,

it is an abrupt jolt,

to shock souls,

out of slumber and into the cold.

The Reality that resides within Your Being,

speaks privately, silently, eloquently,

to remind to engage,

and with no mistake,

to Wake the sleeping Play.

To deny Yourself of reality,

than the 'Actual' on occurrence,

will not save or change,

you are already deranged.

Knowingly ignoring Your very D.N.A.,

a timely reminder,

of a directive to be selective.

Take the vastness of emptiness,

a void in which You drown,

and be found wanting,

leaves no-one to receive.

Surely what circulates naturally,

does not destroy the inhabitants,

but waters the thirst for happiness.

To strive for a greater self,

must in any end improve what is dealt,

creating a Full-House,

or maybe just,

Two-of-a-Kind,

so that not One is left behind,

or sacrificed as 'On High'

as in past dies.

The Sum Of A Deed In Hell's Humanity

When the Red Sea's blow over-head,

you are now Long-Dead!

The Noise that will Counter the Moon-less Sky,

can be seen in the Men of Ayes,

you shall not be Dead but are not Alive!!

The Fruitless Bloom of the Spring in Winter,

is the Solstice on No-One, but Few!!

A Wretched End to No Begin,

is the bloodless marriage of just when.

A Continuum is What Will BE,

only Once in History.

For after that.....Destruction Rules,

as Creations Tool to Heal from Humanity.

An Endless Drool.

To Look back Once,

is Twice you see,

but Blind you are to that.

In Fact,

in that which argue's this mere thing,

is where you'll hear the words to sing..

"God Damn"
or
"Fuck That!!"

As ground is the wet bog that saturates the unfaithful sod,

so shall you be the Sponge to clean the Deed Owed to,

Mother Earth and her Prodigy.