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!!

Why Knot? It's Complicated

I treasure the Moments,

which Remind-Me of Past!!

Mystery that Will-Guide; Me

To Know that Secrets-Are-Kept,

with-in the Minds that Set,

a measure to See,

just the glory of,

BE!!

In the Scores of Tablets,

that have Written,

so often,

Forgiven Thought,

in a rapture of what,

is Naturally-Given.

To expand the view of Life,

not strife.

Yet, at the moments, 

Stop,

burned and fried,

mental-capacity of the brain,

not taught.

It is Hated, Killed,

too Halt!

A Plot

Evolution, Creation, Natural Law,

Understood,

never dead.

I lean myself to Curve

to miss the bullets,

thrown by Words,

the Callous, the Absurd,

missing the invitational light bringing,

Sustenance,

should bring in-sight.

Encouraging not discouraging,

Sight that will Sow,

Tomorrow too Today,

Yesterday too Past,

Belief in History,

Myths and Mystical,

to due the total.

Owed we are not,

foreboding thought,

into action not sought.

Scene

Appeasing it seems,

is the way of obscene,

for in the 3rd Eye,

hardly a try,

Truth is Observed,

in silence You learn.

Not to condemn,

a peaceful hymn,

increasing our Might,

to Trace the Right,

so Left can be Known,

as a Door,

of just shown.

Importance will lay,

within what is real,

the defining signal,

of 'Why' some do wriggle.

No Room for Interpretation

When Clarity speaks,

of and through the Scribs,

that will Riddle and Verse,

to Thought-in-the-Middle,

in nothing more than a scribble,

than you will know it is,

to merely detect all that Quibble.