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!! 

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.

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

To Redefine What Understood, Hear

A Word without Meaning,

which has been redefined and is scheming,

to Confuse a Sentence,

with a deeper believing,

is simple allowing:

Mis-Leading

To show what is said,

to cause dread for what is not dead.

A Blind & Sorted approach,

to obliterate a Language,

of Rote,

a Chiseler's Dope.

To ensure the languages of Told,

I define for only the Bold,

to Spell-Out,

know notes of old.

There is a specific understanding,

an under-tone.

A Laudable Voice,

projecting Choice,

with dialect needing inflect,

upon 'Past Learned Verse'

lends credence to the words as practiced,

not Rehearsed!!

A Truth can be passed-in,

descriptions that will last,

not up for interpretation,

from Our past,

but to Incorporate-the-Future.

Should a Testimony-of-Old,

be recorded for a Fold,

than 'The Original' will hold,

to Guide those that choose to abide.

To ignore and defame the Text or the Word,

delivered specific to Men of the Same,

is a Cowards admission of Fear.

Profane!!

A Word can carry weight,

upon the driven,

to redefine or to mislead the Blind.

To try to find,

the books which define,

the things that are spoken,

just to understand what is broken,

is more than a token.

For definitions of such,

are difficult to touch,

without being written,

as defiant or smitten.

To presume that News,

delivers truths & not lies,

is a comfort to only those whom have no need,

to disguise their words.

Speaking-With-Girth

Not Misleading,

with rehearsed.

Men Will Measure, And Place The Balance On: "Your Lore Of, More, More, More"

The Depth of Tragedy,

a dismal discussion,

breezed "Through On The News."

A 'Common Fare'

instead of considered,

"A Snare!"

So quickly,

it is accepted,

the Death of Another.

As part of the day,

seemingly Humdrum,

then skipped-over.

Proceed with,

The Frivolous News of the Day,

"shopping."

Numb You Are!!

Blind you have become,

Mute You Are Not!!

For this,

You would have to Give-Way,

not Instruction,

just birth.

Aware You are not,

children disappear,

despair of who?

Laws Enacted,

A Crime Will Ensue,

not to report,

death, disappearance or misplaced,

of

A Child at Too.

Seemingly,

just buried record,

hidden from ready view.

No difference shapes from indifference,

of "Knew."

MUTE?

or is it,

MUM?

Is the Word:

Quoted in the Stanza of this Verse?

a blurb,

an excerpt from,

and the proof of,

a Christians' lore.

~

*"What is it that causes such pain and injury to those that have a problem or have a conflict with the way we live? ...

To destroy America, if America is to be undone, 

then it is also to deny that idea of self-evident truth, 

that all men are created equal. 

That has to be trashed.

 We have to deny every opposition to despotic government,

 because that’s what we represent. 

We oppose despotic government first, 

do we not, in the Declaration?

 We also deny the people the ability to govern themselves. 

We absolutely deny.

 “Deny” means to reject the thought, to reject it absolutely. 

 And I said, 

“What is our way of life?” 

Only this week,

 or the last two weeks, 

did I arrive at maybe some answer that I can be satisfied with. 

You may not be satisfied with it, 

but I’m a happy camper.

 Something that satisfies my old soul,

 that I could say “that’s it for me

(first-generation American-born).

To be continued...

The American Way of Life (Part 4 of 28)

Part 4: of a 28-part series

3) The third idea to define the American way of life, is this: that individual lives are resting. 

So, we are progressing. We are demonstrating in the right sense

 (or illustrating in our diverse ways)."

~

{Read it Yourself 'cause it just makes me..SICK, the Site will not let me even Copy & Paste for You}

~

Support the Christian View?

You shall be Due:

Shock and Horror shall become,

Your Lore.

For I,

merely rejected,

this Cursed Point of,

destroy or,

We shall be the Nightmare,

of Your Dreams.

The Air You Breath so freely,

shall become the smothering cloak,

of the dirt inside Your lungs...

and before We're done,

not only shall You,

Never Run,

You shall have never begun.

~

A Tell,

may take the moments of the day,

to chose.

Wisdom over Threats of..

death,

with an Issuance of a Life,

of Strife,

as Oppose to a,

darkened grave with a Marker,

you are forced to make.

Not knowing?

You were Their,

First Mistake.

Buried deep,

in Gardens,

 we Weep.

As the,

General Public,

will not believe.

For Proof is a Need:

So,

" How do you do? "

the things you must,

if You are Taken,

in a,

Christian, Trust.

Cling to the Sanity of Who?

In the End,

which

Forges this Now.

Many Men,

will beat too.

Seeking Truth,

and 

All that Must be,

to do.

"What does not Kill You,

Makes You Stronger."

A Personal Testimony,

to Whom I May become,

or quite possibly,

already Am,

in this,

The Actuality of this Tortuous Throw of,

the Survival of only,

MEN!!

I'm Predisposed.

No Apology;

for,

 "To Know,"

is just the;

Case Of Sage Coming To Age

and..

not the exhaust of this,

"A Christian Rape"

 Body, Mind, Soul.

Signed by Rote,

an experiment:

based on One,

Set_Zero, 

my Claim,

not aim.

~

*Katherine Dang, Philomath Foundation

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