A-Maze

To Quench Thought in the marvel of a mind,

the thinking kind,

to deliver Centuries lost as a learning to cost,

lends life a light,

a guide to teach not take,

not break the Will,

so you may stay,

in this thwarted till.

In Ancient Times study of death,

created a way a direction to say;

Life Continues.

So many Realms to Cross,

to Pass-Over or Through,

an understanding lost,
 returns to you.

Discarded are these maps,

for points of view,

referred too and said to confuse,

so that you take your eye off Sake!!

Why does Humanity believe,

that You do not have to work through,

the Darkness too??.

With Light there is Black,

in each begin there is an end,

in every Road traveled,

there must be a reason to journey.

Surrounding Nature's display,

Her quest seems so grand,

how does Man remove himself,

as not part of this Plan?

The very breath afforded Our life,

is given by that which is discarded as used.

Should We not also be of Use?

Or, do You believe that the Work to Be,

to Produce is only for Consume?

In every effort energy expends itself so naturally!!

To discount what you do not See,

cannot appreciate, as yours for the taking,

dismisses the ride it took to produce your need, or required want,

without thought to the development of that which You take for granted,

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 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.  

To Write of an Insight

The Dynamics of the spoken verse,

when not rehearsed,

brings to light,

'An Explosive Pass'

The Gains-In-Such,

a natural thought,

Delivers Plot,

if sought.

A search with-in,

the singular desire,

of Learned.

Given too a Riddle,

a Sense of Predisposed.

A walk of an Ink-Filled Pen,

to explain parchments duty to record,

a chiseled approach,

to a gifted begin.

Should 'Lies' rule 'The Tongues' of a Surround,

than "To Write"

is to dig,

Carving-Out,

a sounding board.

To produce Reason,

a rationale reply,

an explanation of;
"Why do People lie?"

To obtain Natural-Knowledge,

through the Means of nothing more,
than thinking,
discovers an insight,
'Lost Times'

How much is Missing,
Ignored or Torn,
from the
Pages of History,
to Show,
that We're Born?

'The Study' of Reflection,
a Named interest,
Philosophers Play!

Obscure,
pushed-from,
as a threat,
Archaic-in-Set,
Heresy if said.

The endurance of such hatred,
must stem from an endeavor,
to expose an untruth,
a sorted past,
a developed lie,
a Conscience try,
A Do or Die!

Such Passion is burnt into Some,
to bring forward,
a World: Knew?

Pulsing in Ones Veins,
for reason not vain.

For Surely to pursue such course,
wisdom of past actions,
seem invested in Deep Wells of my Mind,
causing distress,
to equal best.

The forward detail,
of not taught,
but a Tale of a Tell,
Speaking Naturally.

Oh Well

Could it be a Wish,
a Spoken Dish,
a Sage coming to Age,
to Compose the Life,
a natural re-frame,
of so many buried claims?

To Bite upon "The Steal" of Truth,
an Iron,
a Signature Cue,
as a natural alarm,
to alert, not harm.

A New Yarn

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.

Wars, Too Front!!

There Was This Day!!

I could not stay,

the blood soaked fields,

released me.

Born in Total,

held in mind,

I had been at War,

so many times.

Countless Strikes,

a measureless door,

I found myself,

never bored.

My Father Heroed,

a proclaim on land,

I See the Hurt,

both can't stand!

One has Gone,

so another can.

To be cast out,

or put in place,

"I Fear a Throw"

might have been a day,

my mind does rue!!

Still confused

I search my 'Sight'

memories banked,

with-in my being.

Seem to Team

I become fixed,

in Tranced,

in Thought,

lost in translation of myself!

Seems so Long,

that I've been,

on battlefields,

with men.

As lives do blend,

the past is ready,

too mend.

Gold Rings were,

my begin!!

A Fiery Start,

when Two come as One.

An Incredible Song,

of Places that are not wrong,

just lost to me.

Searching the Caverns,

of this pitted life,

I sing,

I don't belong.

The Ache for Answer,

lies in the question.

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!!

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

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.

The Burning Blue Encircles My Do

Turning in a slow manner,

just to envelope the sight of,

'The Blue Fire'

Surrounding my very being,

I shutter to reveal,

'An Auspicious Seal'

In the center,

of this All-Encompassing Circle,

I stand with no Man.

No-Flame lapped my Own-Self,

just engaged my Mind and Simply I find,

'Sight of the Ominous Kind: A Sign, Flourishing, Sublime'

A Fire of No-Time,

seemingly,

Coming out of No-Place.

I have only closed my 'eyes'

"To See"

'Engage'

The Flight of No-One,

delivers that which I so hesitantly-share.

Belief in "Believe,"

delivers today "Questions,"

not Faith.

A Complicated-Way,

for Humanity,

to achieve.

Blindingly,

You have stated;

"If it can't be proved, it's not real and YOU just made it-UP!!"

I'll bait.

In Such,

You, Your-Self,

have "No-Sight,"

making Innocence something you killed,

delivering "A Mind-Blinded By-Proxy."

POST SCRIPT:

A Battle or a Purpose,

regardless of source,

shall bring to the 'Masses'

an Opinion of,

"Spiritual UN-Rest, not a Religious Test"

In the,

Midst of a Controversial Plan,

Creation stands Watch,

Evolution Halts,

as Heavens crumble,

Earth shakes,

as 'She' is being Raped.

To stare,

not blatantly,

just in View of 'All of You.'

Animals visit,

'this Extinction, Exhibit,'

all brewing, 

while still filming,

what is left of these guys.

'What Kind of Demise?'

Stating Numbers,

"Quoting Why"

their extinct and how they die.

"YOU" must Have!

"YOU" must Take!

Yet,

there is "No-Want,"

to Change this PLACE.

You had to have lost that,

as You taunt death,

recording life.

Drunk You are to what is left of this Scar.

Thereupon such a saddened,

"Swan-Song,"

such a wanton and perverse action on this,

Beautiful EARTH;

few will survive to deliver a,

"New Birth,"

to a New Day to Simply Say:

I am in the midst of a Circle of Fire.

 Not burning, 

brought by not my desire, 

just being shown,

 the Protection of the Flames, 

delivering the separation, 

to squash Fear.

Delivered Near and to not be bothered,

as 'These Flames'

not sparks of fire,

burn out-from-my-tire,

'To Know' 'To Understand'

A World of Shown

No Growth in what seems "A Human Oath,"

Entertaining only Self,

Using Religion as "A Belt"

just to deliver...

...the Beguile,

which has been dealt.

Do You Feel Contrite?

or right?

~

“Don't shrink from natures brutal perfection. Take joy in it. Embrace it. Understand it and revel in it. Respect it's strength, it's wisdom, it's brutality and it's all-encompassing power. The highest law has always been, and shall be, nature; and the greatest wisdom forever lives in and through nature's eternal Fascism.” 
― Boyd Rice, Standing in Two Circles: The Collected Works
~
“Wolves are not ruled by law. They are ruled by the alpha-wolf's policy. Individual wolves can do anything not prohibited by the alpha-wolf. They can do anything they can get away with doing. To the wolf - breaking sheep law or the alpha-wolf's policy only becomes serious if caught. Getting caught is everything.” 
― Richard Kelly Hoskins, The Wolf and the Sheep
~
“When species live, As they are meant to be, That is the true diversity. Say what they will of freedoms plight, When the truth comes down, It's "Might Is Right"!

Life can be hard and life can be Hell, But no man fears death, Who lives life well. False pleasures and comforts will get you by, Yet wretched is the man, who lives a lie.” 
― Magnus Soderman, Grundläggande Raslära: En Introduktion
~

for,

"Might Is Right."

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.'

In the beginning there was FEAR, Now you are HERE!! RUN........

James Blunt - Jerusalem

The Fright of the hour approaches...the darkness brings encroachment of.....

I wake to know that sleep is fright
the night brings this to me.
To close your eyes, to see the past,
brings out these words you read.

Often more than not, it seems,
reality does blur.
Can you wake from fear to take
or do you sleep my Sir?

Spending life inside the strife
of Adults and their whims of life
is more than most can bare.
I seem to host the onward, forward question of
"When does this nightmare dare?"

Why do they pull you with their fear;
of life back then, the sixties were clear.
Did they think, that if they left you with their parents too,
They'd be found out for sure and tout, it's all because of you?

I do believe this must be fact,
for I was singled out.
My brother, sister, older than I,
 were raised by whom I speak about.

But, with me, it's often said,
"Where did she come from, she acts so dead."
"There is no similarity, between the siblings three."
The two you left for us to raise, speak with forked tongues to say,
" An affair did make her just this way."

Horror grasped my being that day.

Your Father agrees, "Get on your knees, your children need this sight."
Confess to us this child's deeds,
forgive yourself this night.

My Mother ran, with me in hand,
ignored her parents pleas.

Until this day, I wondered...
stayed quiet for my health was touched
sickness plagued my body
throwing up this sickness of the words I heard, the plagued.

I stick with whom declares some truth,
but lies still come blaring through.
A lesson learned of life time pain,
a turn, a glance at what took the chance
to be free and feel the wild romance
of the city lights and men.

No truth will ever be told from those,
that are so bold to lie.
You would have to lose your mind,
then try to find an ear to plead your case.

It seems until you find yourself in this type of bind,
you just continue on your way,
leaving the deadly signs behind,
never to remind yourself: Be kind.

It's always truth or dare to me,
that pressure of your exposure breeds,
my innocence to be.
Scream they do, those ones on here.

Where coats are worn like cloaks of fear.

Upon the setting Sun; Each and every one,
when darkness creeps and makes me run,
from persons of this character, they sneer.

They tout, "You'll never get away, 'cause I'll shout and block the Bay."

"I don't do!" "I'd never be!"
A Guy or Gal that you would see
out and about in the downtown fairs,
where Dungeons, Lairs and Whores compare,
the going price if you dare.

To me, it seemed a daily deed,
to watch and ready for.
You never knew which of them came through,
your home may become the next throne: Duty.

Company. That's what they'd say,
"desires your attention."
"Sit-up straight and don't you Hate!"
My way of life, or, did I mention.

Long times did pass,
this was the way, to see their dishonesty and shame.
Never did I want to be,
a human being.
To tell such lies and prepare those lines,
all to snare their prey.

Should I grow-up,
survive what's rough, this sultry type of life.
I'll always say,
"Be honest, give way,"
for I won't lie to you.

Do you enjoy the style of nights
that bring you those silk stocking tights?
Are you the type that looks and views,
lusting after more?

Be not ashamed?
Hide not behind the Internet to see.
Discretion is wise I know,
'cause of this dirty game.

Playing with these types of Chains,
will link the misery to you.
It may even shift that missing link,
forever you'll be too.

Beware of the Spook in YOU!!

A Liar is never true.

The Honesty of One Insight to what happened upon each Night

That pressure that your exposure breeds,

my innocence I'd like to keep.

Scream they do, those ones I've seen,

where their coats were worn like guilty beings.

Upon each setting Sun,

when darkness made me run,

these persons that I speak of here,

would begin to tout the curse.

A hidden booth scenario tried on,

"I don't do" / "I'd never be"

A guy or a gal that you would see

about this town or in the fairs,

where Dungeons, Lairs and Midnight stares will compare

for the price of such a dare.

To Me, I guess it seemed a daily deed.

To watch and ready for!

You never knew which one came through,

your Home may become the next big nest, you really never knew.

Company!!

Announced, that is what they would say,

that Parental Stay that is.

Desires your attention, a forceful voice was heard.

Sit up straight and liberate, but don't you dare show any hate.

My way of life,

did I mention.

Long times would be this way with me,

the path that only I could be.

Dishonesty and shame plagued myself, never did I want to be,

a human being with lies to tout

and pre-prepared lines to shout.

Should I survive, if I grow-up, live through all of this rough stuff

and be able to get through this sultry type of life.

I'll always be and say to thee,

"Be honest and give way!"

For I will not lie for you but try I will to do.

Do you enjoy the style of the deep and lurid nights that creep,

the ones that bring silk stockings too.

The girls where the pointed shoes, high heels, they were known to you.

Are you the type that likes to look at all the views of what erupts,

temptation, lust and so much more,

it brings you to the Dungeons Door?

Be not ashamed at your Five Star taste,

for more than that is required to be with these kind of tempting beings.

Discretion is wise, it's a dirty game.

To play with Chains and Whips with plain, hooks attached for you.

All of this may shift your mind,

the missing link is not your kind,

for birthed in each of all that want,

never share this type of taunt.

It is the dare or possibly the snare,

I set you in a trap.

The missing link is so far found,

inside the mind of what's not bound.

All for the sake of the hidden truth,

for once a Liar, twice a fool,

and simply said "That just is not so cool."

for those of us that drink from the Challis of the Dark

Armor of the Darkest Fare

Where are the Immortal Ones?

The Divine, the Sage or the Oracle?

The Keepers of the Gates?

Have they abandoned their posts?

Does Satan's Shield guard these places once known?

A Dark Fare, produce your payment, produce your wares as well.

This is such a callous act to view these days and times it seems are here.

To turn your back at Centuries past, of calls, I hear the cry.

You asked, but I do say with honesty of sight,

you do deserve this curse, it plagues you every night.

Show not your shield,

your Family fell, your patronage dissolved.

The individual now you are, in such a stance you stare.

Covet not your present loss: Pay the cost instead.

Just friendly advice I give to you,

it comes from the very beings below.

Unkempt you are in structure of,

belief or moralistic stand.

Project you do, with vocal stance, you scream..

"For pleasure only, I reside on Earth, my choice, my wealth, my right."

To be caught without the Armor of ancestral strength.

A Satanic or and Evil lead,

blame not the judge who brought the laws upon yourself,

it is you who carry's through.

A Sage? An Oracle? Or a riddle to solve,

the mortal view of some.

Declare to yourself the failure of a moral and righteous stand.

No being should live in fear.

Of Course unless you transgress your being,

you will be addressed some day.

In all of your moralistic lies,

this would be the time to know.

Your finish will come soon to you,

the mortar of your truth.

To prey upon another being,

will be a hard core fact to thee.

For once you're born; A birth record.

Why be born again?

Removal of a Mother's right,

immoral for you to have done.

To try to force yourself this way,

is to say, you stood before you could.

Removing the Maternal Way.

Arrogance in such a spread

of blasphemy and more.

Is what is hated and related in this land today.

To disrupt such natural states,

creation set forth to be.

Removes a prominent point of status,

even Evolution bleeds.

Find the blame for yourself,

it lies within your being.

To presume that you could be

as wise as Monks and Kings.

Forget not what you have done,

to layman and the like.

Your actions of such disregard, records in Halls of Lies.

Not to one or two or more,

but, you influence the World this way.

'Til today you teach you seem much like the leach.

For your patronage of such,

opinions that do spread.

To most, the evident host is scoffed, ignored and since long dead.

Your laws so stiff, with those changing clauses

which blows in the prevailing wind.

Encounter doubt, it's what I shout,

you only scream to move about.

There will be a day,

when one may say,

"You fool, your Origin lacks!"

upon review, there is no sight,

you just rip off whats new.

Upon such wisdom of innocent views,

the questions will blind your push to bind, the weary and the scared.

Your take over of, to shove your sight

with know regard or precedence to who,

will evident the life of those that fight you with their might.

A peaceful resign,

I offer now, to derail this long tall tale.

The few who will not be in-line, support the railing.

They say with certain tact and fact,

we are not many and we suffer the rack.

It's true, I stated by no mistake,

my shock and horror did show.

In response, I spoke in tones, in low they were so heard.

A Fighter, A Warrior, I am not known,

but quit I will not do.

I'd rather speak with outward voice,

with vocal sound and written verse

to present this stance for you.

I may be singular in my view,

the majority I know is seen.

In the end, I will not have sinned,

but stood with dignity,

and told what I will do.

Even if I have lack of numbers,

to support my growing sense.

Life still sees and liberty grows within my very being.

Blessed be my every vote for such,
of what I dream to be.

At least I speak of other means,

to use this gift that birth gave me

to get through life with what I need

and not with what you're told you lack upon the entry of.

Your own imaginative thought will be,
 free and never bought.

This came when we were seeking out the place to call our own.

Mother Earth and Creation did all the work we seldom see these days.

But in all truth I know this too,
 Evolution does the job each day,
 that makes our history true,
and witness we all still do.

The Secret of the Hidden Booth

European Men do say, so I've heard,

"B.D.S.M. is a Choice!"

Only in the conservative mind

does a 'Being' find this a joke.

Silent practice of what this is all about,

an act of Life long interest.

One does not happen upon,

it's birthed inside of us.

I witness not to what I can't,

I know that most condemn this Art.

My interest in my childhood facts

is nothing more than good.

A life like mine,

I know it's rare,

I've seen so much more, it's true.

Most of you, the general view,

is get away, please shew.

Why must people point at what

they never could comprehend or even have understood.

Just turn your head, hold up your hand,

state your view of lust.

Instead, you sneak and look upon the Internet to see.

Your interest peaked by what is neat,

the fear in you will drive you too!

You'll ask.

What am I missing?

What could this be?

Behind this iron curtain for me?

All in secrecy.

It's Red in fact,

if memory serves this person who writes/declares on here.

It's meant to hold the cowards back, 

a heavy drape of truth.

Separating you from the view of the Lurid Fair of two.

Dungeons go deeper still,

down stairs, 'round bends and turns.

The excitement of such a steep decline

into the heart of must: Trust!

A pit of the vocal kind of sight,

I dare to go this path once more,

stop me not! from this I go,

it's you who does resist the pull.

This flavor of what can't be dreamt,

upon my mind does rest this tempt,

of journeying to this place.

Going there, is not a dare,

I stare at you and think,

"Why must you always blink?"

The Dungeons serve Eclairs.

Nerves of steel are not so real,

anticipation rings!!

My mind does reel, with the film,

I saw in places of.....

A Nightmare? "No"

This is so true, if not fact for fact.

An honest stay back in the day,

of the Sixties, this is so.

Lasting longer than one day,

dependent on your vice.

Sometimes it seemed a little rough,

you would say it was not nice.

What is this that you do protest?

They're memories to Me.

To see inside my Minds Eye,

would cause you envy and you may cry,

but, what I say is true, 'cause why bother to lie.

All for the sake of the hidden booth!!