For Lack Of Care I Despair

Sadness Fills Me!!

I believe this Life,

is Tragedy.

Filled,

with only,

Time for Me.

Sometimes,

I 'See' a glimmer,

in those shimmering moments,

I Realize:

'I don't belong.'

Since I began,

I've been left alone.

Never really wanted;

I Know!

I hang on,

to a,

Scene-in-my-Mind.

a place,

a home.

Should I return to 'My Own Place'

I will feel joy.

The Hours,

that pass for me,

will only be,

as long as Nature,

See's fit for Me to Stay.

Oh, How I Long,

for what what is gone.

It has been,

too much for me,

to Bare, to Record,

or to simply take note;

Faith is in Rote

A Stance To Post

The Religion War Fares,

Old,

too despair.

Now,

Spiritual makes Cents.

Penny's on the Dollar,

it is Added-as-Squalor!

Belief makes Know Mention,

to addition.

Prevented,

'cause Wealth of the Mind,

is Singular,

of Fined!

A Balance,

to guide the innocence,

will hide,

not as a disguise,

but to protect,

You-from-Fear!

Speech is not Free!!

When the Cost,

is so Found,

an isolated existence & disagree,

is

Resistance.

Reason is Such,

to introduce what is known,

to the mapping,

of

Self.

In Discovery,

of found.

A Knew Zone

Is it a Crime,

considered treason,

to question or freeze in,

the stated?

Not Pleasing,

of All-that-You-Bleed-Inn.

The destination of gatherings,

an offer to ramblings,

that Sentence-of-Strife,

not Liberate,

the blind.

"To Continue"

With Interpretation,

a story,

re-written,

isn't it,

History and Time,

re-defined?

As Liberty is made a Prison,

I search for the choice,

to Hear,

what is buried,

from Eyes that won't Lie.

The Chill-of-Original,

not altered,

just spoke,

with Tone and Inflection,

to communicate Well,

not Sicken to listen,

a story.

A Tell

Answer presents the Question,

of Power,

to guide not make cower.

The Interest,

in 'Why' Our Minds,

liken Reason,

to Equal-A-Sum,

to being taught,

not suffer treason.

As the World does displace,

a Prophecy takin' place,

a 'Word' for 'Word' Act,

to Sum-it's-Exact.

Precision to Sight,

from Centuries back,

an impossible tact,

to confuse or react,

with anything but respect,

to what I do love,

'The Verse'

not a shove!!

Namaste!!

The Court of Death....Provides You With...

For Death Court is not,

a Contract of Faith.

Nor, is it written.

When you pass from Realm to Realm,

it is the dimensions that you cross,
that forced Belief.

Without mere directions you may find yourself lost.

You stand alone,

Alive & Held in the force of Judgement!!

Fear not what You cannot believe,

nor comprehend,
for in-this-thought,
I brought.

Relief.

To conceive the simplicity of,

Pulling a Number

to stand your turn,
is a concept of patience.

In Christianity,

you will find the Con,

which Channels the Evils,

from within your core,
to merely belong?

In Death Court there is More!

To stand your ground in defense of life,

delivers your opportunity to know twice.

Once to Announce Your-Self!

And than to know your Wealth.

The Lies & Excuses,

you begin to make from here,

have wiped-out lives and shelved,

the Existence of Hope,
everywhere!!

Your constant burn of human beings,

has created in itself the,

Indignity of Pain.

The Millions of Turns, 

or ways to get out of this final review,
is in itself a fruitless measure.

So why not be better,
and state what should be clear;

Be Accountable.

An example of action,
that delivers an individual traction,
to become what they may,
naturally, independently,
with a wealth of mind,
to engage and then to find,
a personal truth.

 Just may end up being,

A Universal Truth of,

Seeing!

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.'