Placed In Real Knot

Wear in this Life,

A Shield!!

Not Rife!!!

Not to project,

an exampling of wrecked,

but to show,

that you're Knot.

Full of just Taught,

a Sight-To-Behold.

Not Kill,

'cause it's old.

A Vision,

of spoken heard,

considered irregular,

or Absurd.

Will cast light,

into the blackened,

Darkness.

As Right,

becomes,

Righteous!!

Not Bound

Bye constraints,

a prison,

I rank.

To Show,

the 'Right'

Stance

For Liberty

"Just"

a chance.

Free does incur cost,

a Sight of,

Know Loss.

In Worlds that Kill,

their Citizens and Boss,

too Assassinate,

'At Will?'

The Trigger,

of the Shill,

perpetuating death,

not Quill?

To Write-the-Wrongs,

in Ink,

a belong.

Will encourage,

an Ancient Order,

to go,

Study a Reason.

For boarders in Minds,

discouraging,

Treason,

delivering reason,

a 'Time' a 'Verse'

not a Legion.

Won will Stand,

Out!!

A Guarded Tout

The Lines are not Seen,

Communication,

will be lean.

Fear is not Right!!

To settle the wrong,

a quite display,

may prove,

a new way.

A Road to be Paved,

with Words that are Strong,

that Lead,

to guidance or,

Men.

That do Song!

Hymns of the Past,

written to last,

through,

Ages-Of-Wrath,

are designed to wrap,

a comforting Cloak,

on Those,

that don't joke.

Those that do choke on Words,

of,

'Know Hope'

create yokes.

A forbearance,

for 'Ancient Lines'

to reveal what is kind,

to further rewind,

a

'Complicated Mind.'

The Prose,

to prove growth,

the Secrets,

of Rote.

A thorny approach,

a Purchase-of-Note,

to be heard.

Not Provoke!!

The Sound of Surprise

A Directory-of-Thought!!

A synapse does Hold,

fire it does,

upon the rise of flame.

The Light-of-a-Display,

to Show,

not complain.

A given name,

of this,

I know.

Time does Play,

this symmetry,

it is so very, very Old.

Reframe

As the light does shine,

the moon shimmers upon the bay,

casting shadows,

a sobering sight,

I behold the Same.

The equation of a Note,

the Tone in Silence,

broke not the air,

but the Yoke,

of which Life had dealt me.

I spoke of what I did feel,

to suppose of such as surreal,

becomes the death of more than known.

It says 'Goodnight'

to what may be right,

not just for me,

but for everyone.

A Treasure is Held,

in Hope I Fell,

for Belief,

and not to sell,

the Ancient or the Wise.

To Me, at least,

the Lies that Preach,

no allowance for a new release,

takes no heed to that which bleeds.

A Point-Of-Difference Too See,

for Chance does Subject as well.