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 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."

Recluse By Force Not Nature

B.D.S.M.,

a Man and His Require,

for a Higher Site of 'See.'

In this,

'No Fight,'

but "Right."

Turn Left & Know the Door,

to Fright,

not Fraught by Lack of a Dignified Design,

of Correction.

To 'Be an Announcement,'

not a Pronouncement of Shame.

Levity,

shall be a Plead,

from Those indifferent to different.

Exampling,

that laughter after,

such Appeal,

will by Rite,

bring 'Onto the Jester,'

a play of...

"Known by Proxy"

..not immediacy.

Challenging Nothing,

Receiving Everything,

I Gladly,

offer a Crucifiction Again:

To gain "Sight of a 'Seer'"

Begin,

and 'A Sage's',

inherent Right,

is to spin.

As the World Turns,

knot like or UN-like,

the Universe,

in a begin.

Say 'Hello' to Men,

not Man,

for that has been made merely a Kind.

All for Humanity,

to place blame on the backs of.

To "Engage a Whip,"

made slick by the blood it Meets in Repose,

I Challenge,

any to Dis-Robe and Meat Me!!

Not in the 'Sound of Dish,'

but the,

"Real of Do!!"

I,

double-dog Dare You Too.

A Simple,

yet Complete Thought,

to Touch,

not declare.

In the Sight of Nothingness,

I State,

to All Men Out There,

"Hey, What You do not 'See,' is what I do and Due, well."

I need not know,

a Lair of a B.D.S.M. REQUIRE,

to,

'Be A Dungeon in Keep.'

Of,

what only a Vulture,

would reap.

And,

I will Wrought for Loki,

the Boss of Me.

To Train Knot,

to Meet Death's Keeper,

to 'Gain Sight,'

of the Impending Demise,

Of:

 "What Will Be,"

Of:

"What Has Been,"

And of;

"What is,"

..in the,

 Tumultuous Turmoil,

of this,

the begin of,

'The Continue'

for Me & Mine!!

Shout NOT,

for Simple Verse,

I nurse.

To Exclaim,

the Excellence of Been.

Seen and Due,

to Know it is Now.

An Advancement of Sage,

that makes,

'No Day.'

Rather,

will just say,

"May"

An, 'ORDER', NOT A 'REPAIR'!!