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.  

An Armored Approach A Birth of Rote

To Speak,

with the flavor of grace,

requires truth to be said.

Not Spoken

A Continual Road,

paved with pain,

delivers growth,

not shame.

To Recover,

from what has been done,

takes Voice of Been.

In Every Begin Birthed,

Win!!

Appreciative of small favors,

a testimony of,

I've been theirs.

However!

Time delivers Age,

to go a Knew way.

It is the patience,

that may deliver Knight.

Knot in this World

I state,

A Date of not Myth,

just miss.

By Design,

Forged-for-Rhyme,

out of sublime,

to say:

"The Rings-of-Gold, and Established Home, Views from this I Roam."

Not of Fear,

for that's been here,

but War declared,

merited an exit.

It is Fate to Believe

In What?

Remains up to You,

not me!

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'!!