The Rivalry Of Here

To brake too train,

be prepared for what?

The Same

The heat of fire,

burns this page,

the ink is black,

and,

I'm of Age!!

The 'Voice of Say'

the truth is clear,

so I write,

to read a cheer!!

Onward, Forward,

march to lift,

my spirit's down?,

I'm still around.

Just a phone call,

proves what's bound!!

To blame the reason,

for life or treason,

I state, "It's all"

just happens.

Believe n'

So to the 'Skeptic'

hello to 'Cowards'

your face is missing,

much like the language.

But livings different,

I breathe to know,

that 'Thoughts' equip,

my every show.

To think on ignorance,

impatient lies,

my eyes do see,

'Their' disguise!!

Made evident with days,

realized,

the proof of said,

is not yet dead.

The red in death,

the black enraged,

the hate of most,

delivers Sage!!

Speaking on,

subject wrong,

what was spake,

made Satan wake.

The way to placed,

is long and traced,

to be replaced is a mistake.

The Ride of a Mounted Stay!!

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

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'!!