You Wake To Know You ......Seethe!!

We come from distance great,

to deliver messages sent,

the Universe does shout,

as we come about.

Blindness grew through Ages,

the Ancient built such signs,

Humanity has dumbed this down,

stating, "It's not sound."

The enlightened mind resting,

leaves Life to Trace a Find,

the angles become the bracing,

for All that are not bound.

As Centuries have passed,

the "Ages" so do last,

encircling the globe,

announcing darkness know!

In the Writings still entombed,

the Chiseler's evidence stating doom,

saddened many to mark for You,

there is a way to get through.

The Conscious Mind must Wake,

a collective by design,

mapping out what must be found,

a posture to tackle bind!!

In Rote you may just know,

a natural law in such times,

when teaching invokes death,

kills based on imminent threat.  

The Voice has witnessed this,

as apologies persist,

but to take a life to save a life,

is a twisted fit.

A Gathering of the Mute,

in places which impute,

the belief is in the listing,

Resistance seems the Misting.

Enlightenment will pass,

the need to know reaches Wrath,

the Mind withholds the Path,

a Conscious Note of Hate.

a place of Peace your lost,

in Sake of need you want,

in Blast of wrong you're right,

the plight enhances blind.

You're Out-of-Time,

the rule in rote,

declares the Ages End.

No balance in this measure,

it will add-up to Sin.

Although you've turned your back,

to the Old and Ancients fact,

the Signs of Times,

will Speak with Lines,

the ones you will wait in.

The Shame that should show,

is the Blame in which You throw,

the fault is there imposed,

upon the roads of known.

The Words in the Verse,

the spoken of shown,

casts aside what is bliss,

in-spite You are blown.

In the Eyes which do see,

the Moor's of such kneed,

it is sung in more than reads,

by design and not a plead.

The Circle than complete,

the Hour-Glass breaks,

the Tumbler sounds,

a ride with no seat!!

The importance of Issue,

draws close to the days,

when Ignorance was used,

to excuse thus engaged.

Lacking the Skills,

to Listen to drilled,

You dug into History,

and dismissed the Mystery.

Do not turn to another,

reflection is in self,

review of your well,

may deepen the Tell.

Denial of History,

the Ages of Sign,

the Golden, the Silver, the Bronze to remind,

that Iron is Hot and darkens this plot.

A Play to Release,

the Stars which will be,

a guide to deliver,

more sages than me.

In rote I have written,

in memory of told,

that doubt will reveal,

the pages of Old!! 

A Rise To Know Fall

A different approach to a final understanding,

may lie in the breath it takes to live,

not Die!!

Respecting Your verse for Your coming Curse,

do not belittle Whom wish to stay,

not rise to a fall.

To scatter seeds,

thoughts of deeds,

that must come into light,

before~during~after,

this End-of-Days fight,

requires little from the follower.

A disturbing message to have cast out,

grown with intent.

A critical loss in such a preached gain,

is the loneliness of such aim.

No mention of calm or peace as resolve,

You just leave to avoid the burn,

as if it is your turn.

To be so pointedly clear,

saying those left will suffer greatly,

is merely pointing the finger,

assuming authority in this control.

In a place lacking subject,

lost in translation,

echoes of a past calling,

I yearn to stretch thought.

Has a subjective mind,

only found life in sign?

Long before breath was mist,

the Universe had light,

a bubbling fire,

an explosive rest.

As Suns burst with growth,

and colors reigned the sky,

the expansion of such wealth,

still shows itself.

Should example not demonstrate change,

than a fading light will steer,

a star so near ~ just to miss.

Such amazement surrounds Us here,

the vast history of voice,

a tone of best,

rings-in as a test.

Future sights of past measures,

increase 'Might'

lending purpose to this fight,

not to argue,

just to be in plain sight.

A venture in my mind,

the engagement of,

"Where We are"

must disappoint the Ancients.

To dismiss an incredible value,

a written record of,

"How to do"

what comes from You,

is a saddened state affair.

The balance to lost is found,

the difference shows with a persistent note.

Is it Claim or is it Proof,

that across the stage,

past 'Tells' show this Age?

An Act or Providential fact?

Can We search Our-Selves,

to know that We are sleeping,

in Mind-Less Cells?

The Prison of a Keep,

Enhanced or a Cheat?

A Teeter-Totter so to speak!!

The most I see,

a waffling to me,

Accusations, Defamation,

a Character flaw,

with no meat to claw.

The 'Proof' needed,

seems far stretching,

real resolve.

A "Real End" would include,

the evidence and could not be moved.

Certainty in such an act,

would not deprive, 

but revive a set-life.

In such a 'Grand Plan'

the tangible would be explained,

not blamed, not away,

but an Ace in Whole,

a dealing to full.

Completion to determine a station,

confidence in this appeal,

would deliver a flesh & blood reveal.

Concreting all that's bleeding,

a touch of reality,

in such a long stay,

to provide more than a day,

but a life.

Proving regardless of impending strife,

the Work to Know, 

to Do,

is the reward for All to pursue.

An Everlasting You

In a World so condemning,

breaks Universal Rule,

to advance selfish acts,

and worse,

explains that 'It's for You'

I quietly stand aside,

to witness this strange ride,

of nothing more than,

you lied.

The 'Cover' of all sins,

is not the Lid to hide,

what has happened to this try.

Belief in what I See!!

Awakening does not happen gently,

it is an abrupt jolt,

to shock souls,

out of slumber and into the cold.

The Reality that resides within Your Being,

speaks privately, silently, eloquently,

to remind to engage,

and with no mistake,

to Wake the sleeping Play.

To deny Yourself of reality,

than the 'Actual' on occurrence,

will not save or change,

you are already deranged.

Knowingly ignoring Your very D.N.A.,

a timely reminder,

of a directive to be selective.

Take the vastness of emptiness,

a void in which You drown,

and be found wanting,

leaves no-one to receive.

Surely what circulates naturally,

does not destroy the inhabitants,

but waters the thirst for happiness.

To strive for a greater self,

must in any end improve what is dealt,

creating a Full-House,

or maybe just,

Two-of-a-Kind,

so that not One is left behind,

or sacrificed as 'On High'

as in past dies.

Lucidity in Riddle

Halt the Axis of your 'Conscience Mind'

allow your unconscious-self too roam,

base your-self in this realm,

determine Need knot Want!!

The Metropolis,

your active brain waves,

connects desire,

adapt to survive!!

The Current of,

an understanding,

living in-flux!!

Grasp upon that which cannot be held,

takes Self-Control to Realize,

You must let-go,

to attain that conception,

to further natural ability,

a Concept to Balance,

the coming measure!!

With nothing more,

advance too this door,

do-not-open,

pass-through with the causality of you,

a blanket of comfort: Still!!!

The piece to retain a collective lane,

exhibits only in re-frame!!

The Channel which You switch,

is in the Absolute you travel,

a better throng, too commit,

'know wrong' a constant tone,

a bevel in sewn!!

Fear used as format,

oppose only fright,

use terror to engage relative space!!

Remember with Prose,

a plight to right,

to aim this spear,

a bow in sight of pen!!

Maintain in this 'Blind' a guise,

discretion is best,

a 'Put' in this test of Life,

an anxious way too-set the line,

a communication with an Ancient find of Discovery!!

The drilling of self-reflection,

should mirror,

not captivate!!!

To stare at only Won,

will not encourage a proposal of Find!!

In this System,

a 'Foundling' in a considered scope,

a 'Virtual Realm' of Wonder,

where "Loss is Gain"

diversity a lane!!

Travel 'til Purpose;

know rush!!

Tilt the Level with Shim,

to correct the rate,

the strings which puppet no-man,

an issuance of a larger plan,

the guidance of assertion not completion!!

The Total of a Sum,

a calculated Call,

Inn a World of Withdrawal!!

The basis of Mass,

derived from 'Just' bliss,

will miss this!!

A cautious reveal,

to enter a malady in time,

the day in which displays,

an Ominous climb,

too Ladder a Weight,

a wrench to not twist,

but unwind!!

In 'The Continue'

an Open-Venue,

to a lasting breath,

must be of Invitation naturally,

not forced reprieve!!

The Steps that have Denied,

others of,

'Rites-to-Claim'

left for translated mistakes,

with purpose-set,

records the Ancient as mundane,

without regard for "Their Plan" or "Their Name"

The Quarry of Faith in Innocence spoken,

is to reveal the defining mode,

to enhance past 'Rote in Rune'!!

Pyramids built in 'Older Times'

of stark design,

to be lasting in stone,

to produce future 'Tells' to speak!!

Discounting 'Finds' with Inscription,

as Myth or never written,

with Moral Conviction,

lends to the eradication of existence!!

Named with "Authority and Decree"

written on 'Sackcloth-with-Ink'

delivered to whom can still Think,

with Dialect exact,

required for Tone-to-Abide,

for 'Telling' not dying.

The Choice of Will

The Essence of Our Earth,

has passed.

Returning to where Souls Home

In the most evident sight,

Earth goes dark at Night.

In the Origin of Our Time,

the negativity circulating,

has killed the Heart-of-Her!!

No Mention,

of the Words Spoken.

Streaming

Be Wise to Thoughts,

of this enlightenment to ends.

Using 'Core Aspects' of any One thing,

to thrive upon,

destines to only won.

A temporary Run!!

Should You draw from the Land,

and not replenish the wealth,

with the respect of done,

than in Good-Sense,

it creates an everlasting run,

of Over!!

Blindness to the Affect-of-Humanity,

makes Us small.

A Collective Stall,

know Harness in place to abide.

The Stars begin,

too Hide!!

Explosions Nigh

Tremendous Crash is this,

a terrible end,

to an Ominous Lend,

of a Lot.

In this,

'the Continue'

it is 'Free Will' that shall be,

a Chore for Deed.

Establish a Mind,

with Conscience rite,

to deliver those with 'Might' to take stock,

in this....

a collective blind

Turning a Blind Eye,

third or not,

will eventually cause a permanent sight,

of no relief.

'Just' Grief

Terrible are Times, 

with no-promise in design.

Thought in this Test,

true and disturbing at best.

A Fit-Full Rest,

as many do jest.

To ground reality with evidence,

surrounds 'A Ready Mind'

Not difficult to find

To lose Language,

too Speech,

our writing needs will be lost or shed.

A change in meaning,

words not recognized for define,

a spelling sign,

in each and every line,

will become the lash,

of what will last,

our present past.

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 Secular Reign of 'The Rune of Men,' A Script Of 'Old Past'

In 'The Collective Grind' of,

No More Than Men,

I give,

Way to the Conscious Mind,

not the,

 "Deadly Kind".

Reasons of,

' I do not Sign "

but Speak.

the Resistance,

is now,

Felt & Seen.

As only,

the rebellious stand of women,

to destroy.

Lacking a Sense,

to 'Know.'

I pronouce,

"YOU."

Men of Knew!!

Trouble,

no longer strides the horizon,

but Walks Amongst,

You,

with nothing more than,

' what you do. '

I am a Streaming Being,

a Sage and/or a Seer,

at best:

through what I write,

in the Luxury of Free Expression of?

Cursed Though

I express,

not my own 'Rebel,'

but the,

 "Nature of Felt."

A True & Redeeming fact,

nurturing what is lacking,

an Oracle.

Why?

the Mounting Community,

of Known.

Belief in what I have heard,

the Declare of Women,

"Rise against each and every Religious View of Man."

Keeping their Own,

Why?

A Monstrous Approach of,

never share to the only,

True Faith.

The Innocence of Believe,

in Anything,

instead,

it is the Sum of Only One Thing,

a Power Play for; 

'The Death' of Man Himself.

Be it Correct,

not right.

For that Requires,

a Turn & Not,

a Straight-Forward Approach.

Indicative,

of run or,

a defensive act:

simply known,

Left is death, i.e.,

making it a Destination,

not an empty Action,

upon known.

Just as "Good"

is not the opposite of,

"Evil"

I Stare,

at the Ignorance of the Offense,

and the Assumptions of,

the Spoken Tongue.

Changing definitions of Such,

have removed the cougar,

from it's Home,

and made it,

in Essence,

Me, a Girl to Prey Upon,

not rely on.

as Disparaging Remarks,

are cast-out,

upon My Verse,

I Stop.

I Stare.

I wonder,

then, 'I dare!'

Who are You?

Out-There,

Disrespecting All?

Know not,

Your Own Frailty,

towards Men.

for Them,

it shall be a,

"When, Win!"

The Like Minded,

merely Kowtow.

To the Knowledge,

that 'Correct'

is accepted,

not reducing this to more than:

It is..

a Voice from a Streaming Sage,

a Prodigy,

and more than likely or,

probably More!!

To Copyright,

the Words of Men,

I Wish.

Will Prove to only be,

the Evidential Support of the Christian Bitch,

seeking,

a Port from the Impending..

Right of Men,

and the,

 Actual Reign Thereof.

Bow not to any Man,

a Curtsy will do,

as Support in a Balance of,

"Know When."

To loose the Noose,

of the Chord,

of Sung,

will drop Your Tone.

Release Your Weapon,

of Mass Destruction towards such a Vile Means,

of which,

Women Support.

To not be caught,

not found,

this is their,

Double-Standard.

Invoking a 'Twisted-Tongue' 

of which,

They Speak,

so eloquently,

With and About,

to Friends & Foe...

A-Like.

Blasting this,

ambitious but cowardly,

Approach to Win:

I Ask,

"Win What?"

To Answer,

without a question,

is to State so Simply,

yet complicates,

Their so Obvious Reaction,

to such a reasoned and viable,

Respond.

"The destruction of Men, for the Sake of Them."

a Women's dim.

Then "The Laughter" is always evident,

through Their casual return,

to nothing more than; Burn.

Their Wish,

not mine.

Fuming at 'this girls' Verse,

I say,

"I know before I can, however, it is most definitely, A Curse, not a Plan!"

To Bow out Gracefully,

from the plotting,

of every,

Woe-Man;

just enhances,

the Strength that I must Embrace Naturally,

to say,

I believe that the,

 Loss of Faith,

leads to the,

Loss of Innocence,

which in-turn is the,

Final-Death of Life-Itself,

something counted on by,

these fouled women,

not relied upon,

like Men.

Their Mistake,

shall be 'My Gain.'

I release my Own,

to 'NO,'

be Knot Your-Self,

for "Why?"

That would be knowing an end,

in this,

Our Begin in this,

The Continue.

For Men!!

The Council Of Men

Along The Change of Men,

comes a 'Setting of Rudeness,'

as the Attire Worn by Women.

I beseech each,

to Care not for Your-Self,

rather,

bestow this Upon what is Afoot.

The Rising Tide of Known,

will come to bring to an end,

a Deadly Reign of,

"The Blues."

A Depression.

Sat on by the Filth of what has Been,

deceit and robbery of the Brain.

Decided.

Let 'The Rule of Thumb' Replace such Chaotic Means of Women!!

Hear!!

With "No Sight,"

certainly "No Thought,"

Women have Rambled to 'Know Acclaim.'

In Speech, in Action,

Found in the Chore of the Daily Grind,

Women have made,

'Mincemeat of Others.'

Thinking,

"I'll never be caught,"

or

"It's all in your head."

Which One,

I Proclaim!

The One that Seats the Ancient Mind?

or,

The One that Only States,

"Men are Kind."

Humanity should HALT, to NO:

MORE;

There Always is....

Why not Trust the Action,

of those that Exhibit the Ability to Know.

Without Judgement,

retaining the Wisdom to Act,

not React.

A Treasured State of Love,

not seen, but,

Understood by this Sage,

and,

A Vision to a 'Seer.'

A Runic Tale

BDSM, The Men of Been -

I remember the "Time of Was!"

Do you believe, could it be?

A time again to see?

Wishing that you were near me

has done more harm than good.

Better yet, the Templar's wept,

for even they can't stop; but should.

End this pain of stakes between,

the sexes have gone bad!!

Just as you said,

"You have no Dad"

if snuffing you is good.

To put simply, to put to an end,

the misery of such.

I shut my mouth, waited: (Stealth)

Until an age I could.

Defend your Honor,

Men of Means,

stature which showed bold.

In this I frame, a picture still,

and utter words of, "Dam."

To give "Not Chance,"

to educate,

a girl of dirty men at home.

You taught of "All" I didn't know

and made me, well,

say, "No."

So, off I charged,

not into life, nor into any despair.

For, I was shown a better path,

a road that lead to "Archaic Rath."

I still search,

for what I knew.

I know in heart you're there.

I bare the News, of also, Too,

to tell to each of you.

In discreet and polite manner,

I fear that you do know!

This girl grew-up and now she says,

"Stand back, I speak of true!"

What you do, or shall we be,

communication shy.

There is no sickness,

nor a crime,

with Men who use their Mind.

To stop the madness, or, expose the truth,

with means and wares not seen.

For if the known became so common,

than why cover all that's due?

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