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 Query

Thought of Require in Action,

know Penance-Inn-Sentence!

Such a blight created in permanence,

taking offense!!??

A reverence too dutiful curve,

leans only to babble,

in worlds due.

The pleasantries of verse,

often do not reverse the damage,

enormous disadvantage to this land,

served with flavor,

no taste to savor.

The emptiness strides across countless lives,

the sadness of "Die" will only cry,

in this strange night,

a void with know sight!!

Ignorance to what is known,

will be the reveal in the text,

of no deal: Repressed!!

The ultimate test,

when Rest becomes Work,

Study becomes absurd,

Thinking criticized as berserk!!

The talent of sum,

calls to add only the dumb,

merely lacking speech,

considered meek,

cast aside as thoughtless life,

increased the wealth of hear!!

Balanced in the Wild,

by each Creature,

bound by tongue,

it is the communication of some,

to indicate no silence,

when writing deduces: Shunned.

The cruelty in such acts,

caused insolence to become,

the weight of lost,

found in wrung.

The bell that does not toll,

when the horn shall blast,

with stories past,

brings present history,

too last!!

The spice in wrath,

a longing,

held to task,

delivering Minds to blast,

the words of verse in bath!!

The Stones ringing Truth,

answer only fear,

should meanings not clear,

be interpreted not read,

for a path.

The Quest of a Journey,

which steeps in learning,

in the absolute,

not burning the speech of the native tongue,

will become that what has already summed.

Lost are the roads leading to roam,

the distance to fields,

burnt the Fodder as fuel,

to resist that which must persist:

the truth

The Rite To Rune

Should We-Wake to Justice,

than injustice shall be shown,

to have existed in Our-Lives.

Not to make a Blister,

to be ruptured,

but a wound to be healed.

.With Insight.

Know Callous Disregard!

TRUTH,

if known should make room,

not destroy or entomb,

'Those' desiring a Reason,

to understand;

"The Why"

people lie.

If at first You are laughed at,

&

then pointed at: called perverse,

than why,

in the End is it such a Reverse?

A Purpose, A Quest, A Journey at Best,

requires so many tests,

that to seek a rest,

seems fruitless,

if Survival is Dreamt-On.

In 'See',

Eye-Sight !