A Loaded Life

As I Look,

into the sights of time,

I see the bliss of eternity,

as the shining light into the Cold.

Difference shapes Itself!!

The Acception,

to the rule,

a refining of Life.

Arriving in this Midst-of-Change,

I hold to what I know,

a comfort in-spite of this Throw!!

Challenged by a Life-of-Pain

The rugged appeal of unknown,

'Continues'

too Call my Name!!

I rifle through each thought,

to study reason,

not fraught.

The Distance of Instance

To Determine the Need for Change,

based on the society at hand.

In each Journey taken,

we are meant to complete.

A Set-of-Tasks!!

The further we go from our Source,

the more perilous the road.

Knot to return to Mine,

I Look,

too forward action!

Moving Across,

to reach destination,

consider circumstances.

Too Grow,

Our Understanding,

as to what we know.

The Steps we take,

are strides,

of no-delight.

Often fraught with failure,

requires moments of rewind.

Remind-of-Design.

I see no desperate attempts to save Earth,

a Quirk

or

her end?

Should you revolve to an idea of,

"We go 'Round"

than where do you plan to land?

The Endless and Mere Vast Space,

a carrier of this race,

is stymied with rough roads.

A direction of sent,

helps not,

when what 'You' thought,

is gone.

Take heed to this Note,

it plays a Major Key,

and 

resounds to silence.

Search not another,

but Yourself!

Borough down with-in Your Being,

discover Your cost.

Learn from Your surround,

for in a 'Death' to a 'Life' scenario,

it is not found!

It has been said,

directions are etched upon Your soul.

Study Them!!!

Be of Invitation!!

An Open-Mind is able to receive,

a Closed-One,

takes without need.

A Responsive Accord,

is an actionable load.

Lean towards growth,

knot a buried approach.  

A Chiselers Dope, Record!!!

Thwarted by All~of~You I produce 'A Courtesy' not A way today.  In Dictation of only Form I answer for questions asked.  In the Observance of a Writ, I tip in the centuries Myth!!

Aware of  'A Value' naturally kept, words of 'Vice' I was taught not driven. In Rivalry of 'Changed Thought'

a witness to the rip-off of this.

Laws with Strict Commands moved to accommodate, A New Demand!  Stealing Stories, History Rent,

until formation makes it Sent.

Discounting 'The Prequel' still original, it is the property of whom holds the tone. I delve into Past understanding, knot wrath. To discover that what's been covered, not only Merit, but Caste.

Stolen, Sew to advance, belief in a chance, "not a romance."  This gave opportunity to delivery, absurdity with dictation, of a re-write. 'Might' Answers that Question.  Not girth but direction.

As so many Mounds of Earth standing in protection with artifacts showing that 'The Hammer' represents the distant Men rowing.

Sent to Death for showing belief in knowing, and not in towing the death, rather murder of, a Crucified... 

I cry, "Let him Die!!"  A Man with a Life sorted with disguise belonging in stories of more; Recanted!

Even more dead show the belief in you killing 'if you don't convert' than death is the earth, Final, Perverse. In Name and In Style with what You Claimed as Bile, representing so many men that disagree with a christian begin.  

As text is Re-Written to incorporate better reason. This change of the Verse will be Your end, "Terse."

Too Return One Man, a prophet, a plan, to a place or a land, where Peace would deliver an exit from The Set of Your Worship. Instead, you Bank to spread fear with your rank, to only one end.  A production of an Apocalyptic begin.

To search a date for disaster, a time for a day, to release what's re-written, to those which seem smitten with death.

A Mitten

Consumed by control over lives or their Soul? You perpetuate lies as Originals are Bold.  In Print on Earth,

in Lands and on Turf to counter what is propagated as truth, not Censure.  A biased approach re-writing 'The Runes Rote' a spoken fare, discounting the text, intact with exact, accounts of facts, a 'Common' lore.

Pushed-Aside by the mere-lie that it is evil & does not realize; You paint pictures to further insult by incorporating images to produce bloat as bottomless and without hope.

Again to further a Chiselers Dope,a mention of Hope, it is original written; Rote/Wrote.

Directions hold Balance to provide an allowance, a talent to engage, 'To Continue' in this proclamation of,

the end-of-days.

A Play of Right not wrong too display.  a difference in regards to the same.  An Outcome providing Faith,

in the Innocence of Birth.

To Whom I Care, 'The Men of B.D.S.M'

 

Too Plan Ones' Life,

is to Know Strife,

not Sin!!

In This,

I believe in only what will be,

not 'What' has Been,

to Awful of a Thought,

would be a sin to me.

Expression of what I have been Gifted Naturally,

should Cause Difference,

amongst the indifference,

Upon the Earth.

The Excitement I feel,

is to know,

"I have Won."

Freedom to hang-upon,

that which,

will support all the guilt,

people run from.

To be Thankful,

for who I have become,

is to share with only,

whom would understand and be wise,

while entering a life,

of not change but require.

This B.D.S.M. Girl,

is Grateful,

to the Men whom loved her,

so readily and without lacking.

The Void of Love,

caused by my own birth,

is the Allowance to Be.

An Introduction to the Treasure,

"These Men."

Bestowed upon 'My Life'

so many years ago,

a Faith and Religious Order,

the Oldest Factor,

an Artistry of Nature.

Your Toll,

will come due.

Mine has been paid,

as I move,

I work as to not,

calculate upon my Life...

...Dues.

The Breath of Such,

is my Allowance,

' To See '

There is,

no Why, just 'cause.

My Understanding of Cruelty is,

"I don't need to; You Do."

Countless Terms,

Set the Measure,

which will never balance what has been done.

Only the Innocent,

will do what is Correct,

not necessarily right,

for that may cause a Sharp Left.

And...

...that I know,

is not my Life,

merely for,

Reasons of Taught,

not bought.

The Men,

that I believe do love,

not Traditionally.

I 'See' this in the Everlasting though,

a Lurid Approach,

an Eternal Flow,

of; Drove.

To not be late,

for the Change which is Afoot,

in this..

"The Continue"

a deserved end,

for Sum.

A Calculation,

which only Men of B.D.S.M.,

could/would,

Total for Sin,

not been.

A Gift of Presence,

not Wrapped,

for Sake.

'Cause in The End,

it's all about Them,

not fright but a light,

to

 'See Sage.'

The Council Of Men

Along The Change of Men,

comes a 'Setting of Rudeness,'

as the Attire Worn by Women.

I beseech each,

to Care not for Your-Self,

rather,

bestow this Upon what is Afoot.

The Rising Tide of Known,

will come to bring to an end,

a Deadly Reign of,

"The Blues."

A Depression.

Sat on by the Filth of what has Been,

deceit and robbery of the Brain.

Decided.

Let 'The Rule of Thumb' Replace such Chaotic Means of Women!!

Hear!!

With "No Sight,"

certainly "No Thought,"

Women have Rambled to 'Know Acclaim.'

In Speech, in Action,

Found in the Chore of the Daily Grind,

Women have made,

'Mincemeat of Others.'

Thinking,

"I'll never be caught,"

or

"It's all in your head."

Which One,

I Proclaim!

The One that Seats the Ancient Mind?

or,

The One that Only States,

"Men are Kind."

Humanity should HALT, to NO:

MORE;

There Always is....

Why not Trust the Action,

of those that Exhibit the Ability to Know.

Without Judgement,

retaining the Wisdom to Act,

not React.

A Treasured State of Love,

not seen, but,

Understood by this Sage,

and,

A Vision to a 'Seer.'