Bread & Buttered

Pipelines or Vowels,

either sound loud,

the 'Letters' of been,

had an akin.

The language of,

a hashtag or boss,

a life or an albatross?

The Line of ink,

a writers leave.

The essay of the poems perceived,

a riddle or a rhythmic move of boarded cheese,

the mouse not trapped with the Rat removed.

Old or Past,

ancient in last,

Ages will add,

subtraction is tack,

the pin of the corked screw.

The sample quoted delivered sack,

a bread boxed approach,

to date, to sort, keep in line,

the Baker of Sourdough starts,

an Apprentice Park,

curbing saved lives in a confidence game running stuns.

Why be of purpose when it's a Race.

Why ask questions when you are told all the answers.

Why dream when reality is so perfectly served you're drowning in it.

Why face the Sun if it is meant to leave too.

Why try when all fails.

Why exist if all we do is die.

Why be responsible if you cannot be accountable.

Why issue hope when life is absurd.

Why stop anything.

Why remember.

Why read.

Why bother.

Why feel guilty.

Why get together if we all die alone.

Why are we here if we are not meant to meet.

Why speak when no one talks.

What's the point when your life has been driven in so deeply, that the World becomes a ghost and the shadow is dying.

Crisping Importance with tidy wipes,

dustpans,

a stitch in time saves Nine!!

Darning

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'!!