There Is A Day of Done!!

It will come,

in the action of the setting Sun.

The Moon will be a fleeting sign,

to a strange and new shrine.

In the open vein,

of a Universal Reign,

the Galaxy will explain,

the mathematics in plain.

Observing the shining horizon,

will lend credence to this find.

An incredible sight,

to deliver in one night,

an absolute fight.

Raise no hand,

release the knitting of fist,

take heed to Nature's Read,

learn that the evidence must come as fact.

Dismiss nothing,

engage delight of Wealth in Mind,

Sake in body, Peace in Soul,

Revelry of Old!!

May Earth know Her bloom,

may Man appreciate Her stand,

may Love find a hand,

may Enjoyment play an active part upon Her Land.

Stars twinkle in this night sky of wrinkle,

the movement of this place,

will not harm but create Post Haste!!

The melody of the gentle breeze,

a spacial release for need,

binds the matter to be.

After arrival,

so much to see,

the Sea will envelope,

as lives take No-Heed!!

This rivalry of things,

developed in mention,

to merely bring tension,

leaves.

A working order,

of no surprise,

out-stretched arms,

bend like knees!!

The prowess of speech to deliver lies,

twists-of-tongues don't realize,

that the best has yet to come!!

A mountainous move,

to receive not take,

is the Lake which is left,

in this Void of accept.

The Truth makes evident this Dark Design,

a Life of incredible becomes resigned.

The Voice of the Rain,

puddles the mud,

Fire you beg,

shapes this Place!!

There are Books of Tells,

Ancients speak,

through Tombs displays of different ways.

To be of kindness,

issue respect,

Centuries behind Us,

guide these days.

The recent develops,

Lines like Plays,

Action becomes Cut,

as distractions well-up.

To sort the Valleys Plumage,

to weed out the hate,

makes a path of wonder,

if it's not to late.

The cobblestone while laid to only roam,

identifies the spoken lies,

a pebble in your shoe.

The Halls of Time do Echo,

a reverent tone of line,

the cave of the buried mind.

The spectrum of a rainbow,

examples the pot of gold,

the Slide which does enable,

this lurid, slippery slope.

The blasting chord of dynamite,

lit for deplore,

explosions become record.

The pain that the Sun does issue,

She bursts at Her hems,

She spins in such direction,

makes evident Man-kinds sin.

Indifference sets indecision,

a plan it seems a gift,

but faith in such lacking-innocence,

makes evident this rift.

A bomb of no destruction,

leaves Cities with no life,

no evidence of mortal bodies,

only Buildings showing Time.

The emptiness is palpable,

the Air still good to breathe,

but lacking lungs to breathe it in,

disturbs Fright to See!!

The rounding of this Treasure,

 a sphere in which We bleed,

upsets no Men of Measure,

revealing Cause for Need!!

The Cipher of Existence,

are Secrets that do Keep,

no confusing lies,

the Mathematics will show reap.

It originates in a Mystic,

the Magic of it's Guise,

the Blind becomes Self-Evident,

the Mission is the Prize.

Reward will further Stories,

the Miffed will invoke Death,

the Bill to realize,

there is substantial debt.

A Script of Device,

plants seeds to grow no peril,

the harvest is the barrel,

the Words become the Wine.

Drunk You are to Lives so Far,

the Dead become the Light,

a sobriety of been,

it almost seems a Sin!!

When Death no longer comes,

you're shackled to the sum,

the total of 'All' lived lives,

the reason Why you run!!

Work becomes no-man,

a Spirit You possess,

the Rest which You invoke,

no-longer are there tests.

The Number of which will Add,

Subtracts more than a Crown,

the Value is the Plight,

the Cry will have No-Sound!!

The Bang of Natures Rite,

equals a personal fight,

the switch of each horizon,

no battle for the light.

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.  

The Dawn of Reason: Weave !!

 

The level of a day,

is the balance that is made,

when a weighted approach,

is considered as a measurement,

not a torch!

In the depths of this reveal,

do not ignore,

Wrongs as Rites.

Dismissing Actions as correct,

due to desire of an equal outcome,

will only delivery more of the same.

In every grain of sand I see a beach,

exampling the Oceans Nature,

Wave!!

Tides do surge,

rising water pressures Dikes,

the impending 'Sees' approach,

fighting futile,

to succumb, certain death.

In Sted,

I continue in my begin,

to heal not win.

The Death In Flash-Back

Wretched Memories,

of moments past,

as a child survivor of hideous things!

Haunted by ugly times,

where breath escaped me.

As I Stood in Death

I Gasp, in Horror,

an anxious reaction,

to having none.

Fraught with the instant of haste,

I capture myself today.

Halted I Am!

What went wrong?

What had I done?

Little I know,

Small I was,

that Night I Passed-Over though.

Not to a Fall,

but to what I Saw!

Comforts Now!

While Standing,

in dead space,

I stared at me.

Lying dead until the Squall

To the issuance of late,

I Speak gingerly.

With guarded tongue,

I wait.

The Horror, the Fear,

tips this next gear,

shifting into Want

of a Peer!

With cautious Tone,

I lay with only Me,

Alone, but not lonely,

I find Life so Deep.

The careful detail

Interest Peeks

what hides inside of me:

So Painful.

Dangerously I very softly creep,

as flashbacks do reap.

In the depths of these darkened times,

I cannot speak,

silence befalls,

as my mind is a keep!!

Banked on Account

Nature withdraws,

as I become so small,

I've locked these things-up.

To Deal, to Touch,

on an occasional try,

just to unwind this Grave.

To Frightened,

paralyzed with 'Memory Fear'

I wretch,

my body racks,

as my Mind does 'Spin-to-Time'.

Am I of an Age,

to Unlock this Cage,

and not be afraid of the Curtain,

which Covers-for-Certain,

Events I've Entombed?

Never did I think

that these locks would fail.

A Sure and Safe-Way to Nail,

shut-times,

that cause erupt.

Out of My Control,

the Tumbler Found.

Keys I still hide,

as I know I did Die!!

Ceremoniously I scream,

to no avail;

"As this seems Nature's Tale."

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.

The Ewe In State Is In Need, Replace?

Should this Puzzle,

a Riddle too,

make more than a Picture,

than it shall Be.

Just as Meant.

Not one of only Hope,

but to See,

things are sewn.

A Stitch in Time,

saves Nine!

A smile,

that stretched,

from Hear,

to Here,

just to know,

the Suit.

The actuality of,

"What Dreams May Come"

a movie, a show.

to Me,

at least, it's true.

How far does life go?

I Fear that Might,

reveals the sight.

That May Be A Clue For You!

No Matter,

the dimension understood,

to Ascend,

is good.

To state your fact,

after a tap,

to remind you just of could.

Will

Remain to be Seen,

to save speech,

so more could show,

the Voice of Another.

Roads

To Pave the Life,

with only Rife,

instead of what is Different,

is a signal,

too ignite difference.

A Fight

The Longevity of Ancient Rites,

will Soar,

albeit tunes.

The Music, Runes

Far Before,

and much long after,

indifference was dealt as Fare.

A Realization,

of Their rapture.

Discovery of,

"The Why"

We Come.

Nature's Spice,

you're fragrant,

not nice.

The horror of the odor,

You do express,

is just showing fear,

providing test.

How much Cents,

does this make?

Collecting for?

The Poor?

Or,

just to break,

ALL

that have a Mind to provide,

what is rankling?

Soap of the Mind,

a Keen Sense,

You are Bent,

and the smell of such should Create.

Repent!!

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!!

To Brake With News

I Swear,

I must put credence,

Inn,

The Nature of Law.

Written in History,

to assist,

not cause misery.

To listen to a declare,

that Takes-Lives-Away,

based on,

'An Imminent Display?'

  

Will bring Death,

to Innocence,

with no recorded sentence.

To be a Native to known,

I detect,

'No Sense'

Even the Law of the Jungle,

in instance,

would object!!

The navigation of furthering life,

is surely not through such derived strife!

The threat of Extinction,

is known,

the bullet to kill is not just aimed,

but fired.

The Curious,

whom Implore?

I do believe,

I have been,
well it's all just troubling.

I am floored at the Document,

taking 'Lives'

from the docket,

reducing chances,

based on Fear?

Thoughts could be intentions,

not clear.

A Country,

removing its Birthed,

with 'No Trial'

Produces Tribulation,

not elation.

A Sad Day

The Truth,

forever sealed.

For how does,

'One'

appeal,

a death sentence,

of Real?

No Evidence Required!

No Fence to Sit!

No Defense,

to be told.

To Kill,

not the old,

buried for reasons,

like 'Treason'

so we're told.

Our Country,

has taken life,

in countries untold.

Asked to be Bold?

I Balk.

Christianity Is Wrong ! I Know, Do You? The Chain of Evidence Linking Only Those That Purport The Same Beliefs

“	There was a woman at Alexandria named Hypatia, daughter of the philosopher Theon, who made such attainments in literature and science, as to far surpass all the philosophers of her own time. Having succeeded to the school of Plato and Plotinus, she explained the principles of philosophy to her auditors, many of whom came from a distance to receive her instructions. On account of the self-possession and ease of manner which she had acquired in consequence of the cultivation of her mind, she not infrequently appeared in public in the presence of the magistrates. Neither did she feel abashed in going to an assembly of men. For all men on account of her extraordinary dignity and virtue admired her the more.[1]	”
—Socrates Scholasticus, Ecclesiastical History The mathematician and philosopher Hypatia of Alexandria was the daughter of the mathematician Theon Alexandricus . She was educated at Athens and in Italy. Around AD 400, she became head of the Platonist school at Alexandria, where she imparted the knowledge of Plato and Aristotle to any student; the pupils included pagans, Christians, and foreigners. Socrates Scholasticus (born after 380 AD, died after 439 AD)) Yet even she fell a victim to the political jealousy which at that time prevailed. For as she had frequent interviews with Orestes, it was calumniously reported among the Christian populace, that it was she who prevented Orestes from being reconciled to the bishop. Some of them therefore, hurried away by a fierce and bigoted zeal, whose ringleader was a reader named Peter, waylaid her returning home, and dragging her from her carriage, they took her to the church called Caesareum, where they completely stripped her, and then murdered her with tiles. After tearing her body in pieces, they took her mangled limbs to a place called Cinaron, and there burnt them. John of Nikiû (7th century) And, in those days, there appeared in Alexandria a female philosopher, a pagan named Hypatia, and she was devoted at all times to magic, astrolabes, and instruments of music, and she beguiled many people through Satanic wiles . . . A multitude of believers in God arose under the guidance of Peter the Magistrate . . . and they proceeded to seek for the pagan woman who had beguiled the people of the city and the Prefect through her enchantments. And when they learnt the place where she was, they proceeded to her and found her . . . they dragged her along till they brought her to the great church, named Caesareum. Now this was in the days of the fast. And they tore off her clothing and dragged her . . . through the streets of the city till she died. And they carried her to a place named Cinaron, and they burned her body with fire. Hypatia (ca. AD 350–370–March 415) was a Greek Neoplatonist philosopher in Roman Egypt who was the first historically noted woman in mathematics. As head of the Platonist school at Alexandria, she also taught philosophy and astronomy. The contemporary 5th-century sources do identify Hypatia of Alexandria as a practitioner and teacher of the philosophy of Plato and Plotinus, but, two hundred years later, the 7th-century Egyptian Coptic bishop John of Nikiû identified her as a Hellenistic pagan and that "she was devoted at all times to magic, astrolabes and instruments of music, and she beguiled many people through her Satanic wiles".[18][19] Not all Christians were as hostile towards her as John of Nikiu or the monks who killed her: some Christians even used Hypatia as symbolic of Virtue. The Byzantine Suda encyclopaedia reported that Hypatia was "the wife of Isidore the Philosopher" (apparently Isidore of Alexandria);[16] however, Isidore of Alexandria was not born until long after Hypatia's death, and no other philosopher of that name contemporary with Hypatia is known.[20] The Suda also stated that "she remained a virgin" and that she rejected a suitor with her menstrual rags, saying that they demonstrated "nothing beautiful" about carnal desire, an example of a Christian source using Hypatia as a symbol of Virtue. Hypatia corresponded with former pupil Synesius of Cyrene, who was tutored by her in the philosophical school of Platonism and later became bishop of Ptolemais in AD 410, an exponent of the Christian Holy Trinity doctrine.[23] Together with the references by the pagan philosopher Damascius, these are the extant records left by Hypatia's pupils at the Platonist school of Alexandria.[24] The contemporary Christian historiographer Socrates Scholasticus described her in Ecclesiastical History: Ecclesiastical History, Socrates Scholasticus Orestes, the governor of Alexandria, and Cyril, the Bishop of Alexandria, found themselves in a bitter feud in which Hypatia would come to be one of the main points of contention. The feud, which took place in 415 AD, began over the matter of Jewish dancing exhibitions in Alexandria. Since these exhibitions attracted large crowds and were commonly prone to civil disorder of varying degrees, Orestes published an edict which outlined new regulations for such gatherings and posted it in the city's theater. Soon after, crowds gathered to read the edict, angry over the new regulations that had been imposed upon them. At one such gathering, Hierax, a Christian and devout follower of Cyril, read the edict and applauded the new regulations, which many people felt was an attempt to incite the crowd into sedition. In what Scholasticus suspected as Orestes' "…jealousy [of] the growing power of the bishops…[which] encroached on the jurisdiction of the authorities…", Orestes immediately ordered Hierax to be seized and publicly tortured in the theater. Upon hearing of this, Cyril threatened the Jews of Alexandria with "the utmost severities" if harassment of Christians was not ceased at once. In response, the Jews of Alexandria grew only more furious over Cyril's threat, and in their anger they eventually resorted to violence against the Christians. They plotted to flush the Christians out at night by running through the streets, claiming that the Church of Alexander was on fire. When the Christians responded to what they were led to believe was the burning down of their church, "the Jews immediately fell upon and slew them", using rings to recognize one another in the dark, while killing everyone else in sight. When the morning came, the Jews of Alexandria could not hide their guilt, and Cyril, along with many of his followers, took to the city’s synagogues in search of the perpetrators of the night's massacre. After Cyril found all of the Jews in Alexandria, he ordered them to be stripped of all their possessions, banished them from Alexandria, and allowed the remaining citizens to pillage the goods they left behind. With Cyril's banishment of the Jews, "Orestes [...] was filled with great indignation at these transactions, and was excessively grieved that a city of such magnitude should have been suddenly bereft of so large a portion of its population…". Because of this, the feud between Cyril and Orestes only grew stronger, and both men wrote to the emperor regarding the situation. Eventually, Cyril attempted to reach out to Orestes through several peace overtures, including attempted mediation and, when that failed, showed him the Gospels. Nevertheless, Orestes remained unmoved by such gestures. Meanwhile, approximately 500 monks, who resided in the mountains of Nitria, and were "of a very fiery disposition", heard of the ongoing feud between the Governor and Bishop, and shortly thereafter descended into Alexandria, armed and prepared to fight alongside Cyril. Upon their arrival in Alexandria, the monks quickly intercepted Orestes' chariot in town and proceeded to bombard and harass him, calling him a pagan idolater. In response to such allegations, Orestes countered that he was actually a Christian, and had even been baptized by Atticus, the Bishop of Constantinople. The monks paid little attention to Orestes’ claims of Christianity, and one of the monks, by the name of Ammonius, struck Orestes in the head with a rock, which caused him to bleed profusely. At this point, Orestes’ guards fled for fear of their lives, but a nearby crowd of Alexandrians came to his aid, and Ammonius was subsequently secured and ordered to be tortured for his actions. Upon excessive torture, Ammonius died. Following the death of Ammonius, Cyril ordered that he henceforth be remembered as a martyr. Such a proclamation did not sit well with "sober-minded" Christians, as Scholasticus pointed out, seeing that he "suffered the punishment due to his rashness…[not because] he would not deny Christ", and this fact, according to Scholasticus, became more apparent to Cyril through general lack of enthusiasm for Ammonius's case for martyrdom. Scholasticus then introduces Hypatia, the female philosopher of Alexandria and woman who would become a target of the Christian anger that grew over the feud. Daughter of Theon, and a teacher trained in the philosophical schools of Plato and Plotinus, she was admired by most men for her dignity and virtue. Of the anger she provoked among Christians, Scholasticus writes, Hypatia ultimately fell "victim to the political jealousy which at the time prevailed" - Orestes was known to seek her counsel, and a rumor spread among the Christian community of Alexandria in which she was blamed for his unwillingness to reconcile with Cyril. Therefore, a mob of Christians gathered, led by a reader (i.e. a minor cleric) named Peter whom Scholasticus calls a fanatic. They kidnapped Hypatia on her way home and took her to the "Church called Caesareum. They then completely stripped her, and then murdered her with tiles". Socrates Scholasticus was hence interpreted as saying that, while she was still alive, Hypatia's flesh was torn off using oyster shells (tiles; the Greek word is ostrakois, which literally means "oystershells" but the word was also used for brick tiles on the roofs of houses). Afterward, the men proceeded to mutilate her, and finally burn her limbs. When news broke of Hypatia's murder, it provoked great public denouncement; not only against Cyril, but against the whole Alexandrian Christian community. Scholasticus closes with a lament: "Surely nothing can be farther from the spirit of Christianity than the allowance of massacres, fights, and transactions of that sort".

Men Will Measure, And Place The Balance On: "Your Lore Of, More, More, More"

The Depth of Tragedy,

a dismal discussion,

breezed "Through On The News."

A 'Common Fare'

instead of considered,

"A Snare!"

So quickly,

it is accepted,

the Death of Another.

As part of the day,

seemingly Humdrum,

then skipped-over.

Proceed with,

The Frivolous News of the Day,

"shopping."

Numb You Are!!

Blind you have become,

Mute You Are Not!!

For this,

You would have to Give-Way,

not Instruction,

just birth.

Aware You are not,

children disappear,

despair of who?

Laws Enacted,

A Crime Will Ensue,

not to report,

death, disappearance or misplaced,

of

A Child at Too.

Seemingly,

just buried record,

hidden from ready view.

No difference shapes from indifference,

of "Knew."

MUTE?

or is it,

MUM?

Is the Word:

Quoted in the Stanza of this Verse?

a blurb,

an excerpt from,

and the proof of,

a Christians' lore.

~

*"What is it that causes such pain and injury to those that have a problem or have a conflict with the way we live? ...

To destroy America, if America is to be undone, 

then it is also to deny that idea of self-evident truth, 

that all men are created equal. 

That has to be trashed.

 We have to deny every opposition to despotic government,

 because that’s what we represent. 

We oppose despotic government first, 

do we not, in the Declaration?

 We also deny the people the ability to govern themselves. 

We absolutely deny.

 “Deny” means to reject the thought, to reject it absolutely. 

 And I said, 

“What is our way of life?” 

Only this week,

 or the last two weeks, 

did I arrive at maybe some answer that I can be satisfied with. 

You may not be satisfied with it, 

but I’m a happy camper.

 Something that satisfies my old soul,

 that I could say “that’s it for me

(first-generation American-born).

To be continued...

The American Way of Life (Part 4 of 28)

Part 4: of a 28-part series

3) The third idea to define the American way of life, is this: that individual lives are resting. 

So, we are progressing. We are demonstrating in the right sense

 (or illustrating in our diverse ways)."

~

{Read it Yourself 'cause it just makes me..SICK, the Site will not let me even Copy & Paste for You}

~

Support the Christian View?

You shall be Due:

Shock and Horror shall become,

Your Lore.

For I,

merely rejected,

this Cursed Point of,

destroy or,

We shall be the Nightmare,

of Your Dreams.

The Air You Breath so freely,

shall become the smothering cloak,

of the dirt inside Your lungs...

and before We're done,

not only shall You,

Never Run,

You shall have never begun.

~

A Tell,

may take the moments of the day,

to chose.

Wisdom over Threats of..

death,

with an Issuance of a Life,

of Strife,

as Oppose to a,

darkened grave with a Marker,

you are forced to make.

Not knowing?

You were Their,

First Mistake.

Buried deep,

in Gardens,

 we Weep.

As the,

General Public,

will not believe.

For Proof is a Need:

So,

" How do you do? "

the things you must,

if You are Taken,

in a,

Christian, Trust.

Cling to the Sanity of Who?

In the End,

which

Forges this Now.

Many Men,

will beat too.

Seeking Truth,

and 

All that Must be,

to do.

"What does not Kill You,

Makes You Stronger."

A Personal Testimony,

to Whom I May become,

or quite possibly,

already Am,

in this,

The Actuality of this Tortuous Throw of,

the Survival of only,

MEN!!

I'm Predisposed.

No Apology;

for,

 "To Know,"

is just the;

Case Of Sage Coming To Age

and..

not the exhaust of this,

"A Christian Rape"

 Body, Mind, Soul.

Signed by Rote,

an experiment:

based on One,

Set_Zero, 

my Claim,

not aim.

~

*Katherine Dang, Philomath Foundation

http://philomathfoundation.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=category&layout=blog&id=14&Itemid=37&limitstart=32

A Secular Reign of 'The Rune of Men,' A Script Of 'Old Past'

In 'The Collective Grind' of,

No More Than Men,

I give,

Way to the Conscious Mind,

not the,

 "Deadly Kind".

Reasons of,

' I do not Sign "

but Speak.

the Resistance,

is now,

Felt & Seen.

As only,

the rebellious stand of women,

to destroy.

Lacking a Sense,

to 'Know.'

I pronouce,

"YOU."

Men of Knew!!

Trouble,

no longer strides the horizon,

but Walks Amongst,

You,

with nothing more than,

' what you do. '

I am a Streaming Being,

a Sage and/or a Seer,

at best:

through what I write,

in the Luxury of Free Expression of?

Cursed Though

I express,

not my own 'Rebel,'

but the,

 "Nature of Felt."

A True & Redeeming fact,

nurturing what is lacking,

an Oracle.

Why?

the Mounting Community,

of Known.

Belief in what I have heard,

the Declare of Women,

"Rise against each and every Religious View of Man."

Keeping their Own,

Why?

A Monstrous Approach of,

never share to the only,

True Faith.

The Innocence of Believe,

in Anything,

instead,

it is the Sum of Only One Thing,

a Power Play for; 

'The Death' of Man Himself.

Be it Correct,

not right.

For that Requires,

a Turn & Not,

a Straight-Forward Approach.

Indicative,

of run or,

a defensive act:

simply known,

Left is death, i.e.,

making it a Destination,

not an empty Action,

upon known.

Just as "Good"

is not the opposite of,

"Evil"

I Stare,

at the Ignorance of the Offense,

and the Assumptions of,

the Spoken Tongue.

Changing definitions of Such,

have removed the cougar,

from it's Home,

and made it,

in Essence,

Me, a Girl to Prey Upon,

not rely on.

as Disparaging Remarks,

are cast-out,

upon My Verse,

I Stop.

I Stare.

I wonder,

then, 'I dare!'

Who are You?

Out-There,

Disrespecting All?

Know not,

Your Own Frailty,

towards Men.

for Them,

it shall be a,

"When, Win!"

The Like Minded,

merely Kowtow.

To the Knowledge,

that 'Correct'

is accepted,

not reducing this to more than:

It is..

a Voice from a Streaming Sage,

a Prodigy,

and more than likely or,

probably More!!

To Copyright,

the Words of Men,

I Wish.

Will Prove to only be,

the Evidential Support of the Christian Bitch,

seeking,

a Port from the Impending..

Right of Men,

and the,

 Actual Reign Thereof.

Bow not to any Man,

a Curtsy will do,

as Support in a Balance of,

"Know When."

To loose the Noose,

of the Chord,

of Sung,

will drop Your Tone.

Release Your Weapon,

of Mass Destruction towards such a Vile Means,

of which,

Women Support.

To not be caught,

not found,

this is their,

Double-Standard.

Invoking a 'Twisted-Tongue' 

of which,

They Speak,

so eloquently,

With and About,

to Friends & Foe...

A-Like.

Blasting this,

ambitious but cowardly,

Approach to Win:

I Ask,

"Win What?"

To Answer,

without a question,

is to State so Simply,

yet complicates,

Their so Obvious Reaction,

to such a reasoned and viable,

Respond.

"The destruction of Men, for the Sake of Them."

a Women's dim.

Then "The Laughter" is always evident,

through Their casual return,

to nothing more than; Burn.

Their Wish,

not mine.

Fuming at 'this girls' Verse,

I say,

"I know before I can, however, it is most definitely, A Curse, not a Plan!"

To Bow out Gracefully,

from the plotting,

of every,

Woe-Man;

just enhances,

the Strength that I must Embrace Naturally,

to say,

I believe that the,

 Loss of Faith,

leads to the,

Loss of Innocence,

which in-turn is the,

Final-Death of Life-Itself,

something counted on by,

these fouled women,

not relied upon,

like Men.

Their Mistake,

shall be 'My Gain.'

I release my Own,

to 'NO,'

be Knot Your-Self,

for "Why?"

That would be knowing an end,

in this,

Our Begin in this,

The Continue.

For Men!!