The Dawn of Reason: Weave !!

 

The level of a day,

is the balance that is made,

when a weighted approach,

is considered as a measurement,

not a torch!

In the depths of this reveal,

do not ignore,

Wrongs as Rites.

Dismissing Actions as correct,

due to desire of an equal outcome,

will only delivery more of the same.

In every grain of sand I see a beach,

exampling the Oceans Nature,

Wave!!

Tides do surge,

rising water pressures Dikes,

the impending 'Sees' approach,

fighting futile,

to succumb, certain death.

In Sted,

I continue in my begin,

to heal not win.

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 !

Wars, Too Front!!

There Was This Day!!

I could not stay,

the blood soaked fields,

released me.

Born in Total,

held in mind,

I had been at War,

so many times.

Countless Strikes,

a measureless door,

I found myself,

never bored.

My Father Heroed,

a proclaim on land,

I See the Hurt,

both can't stand!

One has Gone,

so another can.

To be cast out,

or put in place,

"I Fear a Throw"

might have been a day,

my mind does rue!!

Still confused

I search my 'Sight'

memories banked,

with-in my being.

Seem to Team

I become fixed,

in Tranced,

in Thought,

lost in translation of myself!

Seems so Long,

that I've been,

on battlefields,

with men.

As lives do blend,

the past is ready,

too mend.

Gold Rings were,

my begin!!

A Fiery Start,

when Two come as One.

An Incredible Song,

of Places that are not wrong,

just lost to me.

Searching the Caverns,

of this pitted life,

I sing,

I don't belong.

The Ache for Answer,

lies in the question.

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!!

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

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.

A Deed Called Life?

Only in 'The Site,'

on my mind,

I See,

what may have been,

related to Me!

A War,

a Decree,

an awful end,

to an Ancient Life!

An Orphan of Such-A-War,

compelled to bare,

I know of what's now done.

To watch as Swords are Spears thrown,

Killing All I know to Be!

I'm Told; 

Go!!

'Hide amongst the Old Devise,

a Tree is Planted for Your Life.

Be of No-Dismay,

Live-To-Tell,

a Tale of Whoa!

Be of what We-Seethe,

not free; Too trust.'

I Face,

"A Singular-Destiny? I Cry! Why Me?"

Stated-In,

..the bloodied fields of Past Memories,

'look to See,

what will not traverse:

Join and in this, Tell, You are no mistake.

KNOW!!

Remembrance-Shall-Guide.'

Turning to Duty,

I began the walk of,

Ordered-Law.

All Dead

Cut-by-Fire,

I miss so much,

what must have loved me.

To Press-Upon,

my life,

Survival-of Such,

as if to Hug-Me,

with the Arms I no longer feel.

What Evidence is there,

in these Memories-of Horror?

There is no faith,

in this World,

I'm Placed.

Forced into Silence,

an empty existence,

for I do hold to,

 a genetic view.

Relieved

Repressed Memories,

are not forgotten times,

for Cause shall Raise in the Inherited,

a Rite-to-Save.

Search a concrete night,

a place entombed to be,

"The Rings of Gold"

that fired-me!

I Pine my Loss,

felt for gain,

I find only sane to say:

A Stated-Life,

Witnessed Death,

A War of All in a Total Fall!

What good are these Memories?

What is it that they say?

Encompassed point,

North, South, East, West?

A needle spins,
in this Universal Play

Passed Life

The Pull of a Scene,

in memory,

the sight of such,

not Panic,

just Stowed.

A Kindness,

in this Hand-of-Fate,

my destiny,

by No-Mistake!

To Hope,

I will not be Alone,

for Eternity,

in thus I'm shown.

A Credence,

a History,

in which I See,

a Battle that Orphaned me!

In Ancient Time,

where War-met-Plan.

I have Sight,

in memory,

a Rite?

Can this be the same Knight?

Left with Him,

to Survive this Plight?

All I See,

are Sails in an Oceans Lake.

A giant Pond,

where all is gone.

In confusion,

not despair,

led my life,

from Hear-Too-Stare.

I Ponder meaning of such a place,

Climatic-Difference,

of this I rate.

Such a Great-Full Sea of Missed,

that I mention,

am I this?

Think it Odd,

thought it Strange,

memories of just rearranged.

Silence burns,

this seared appeal,

my life so far,

does seem Surreal.

In such a Heritage,

I do not worry,

for this plan,

does not seem hurried.

A Man

is the One,

of Two-sent-Through,

to saturate all of Who?

He is the Strength,

healed my path,

Four Millennia,

He's been a Fact.

Not just in Been,

I See Too,

He's Free-to-Well,

All that Blew!

Is this Story in History,

Knew?

To Whom I Care, 'The Men of B.D.S.M'

 

Too Plan Ones' Life,

is to Know Strife,

not Sin!!

In This,

I believe in only what will be,

not 'What' has Been,

to Awful of a Thought,

would be a sin to me.

Expression of what I have been Gifted Naturally,

should Cause Difference,

amongst the indifference,

Upon the Earth.

The Excitement I feel,

is to know,

"I have Won."

Freedom to hang-upon,

that which,

will support all the guilt,

people run from.

To be Thankful,

for who I have become,

is to share with only,

whom would understand and be wise,

while entering a life,

of not change but require.

This B.D.S.M. Girl,

is Grateful,

to the Men whom loved her,

so readily and without lacking.

The Void of Love,

caused by my own birth,

is the Allowance to Be.

An Introduction to the Treasure,

"These Men."

Bestowed upon 'My Life'

so many years ago,

a Faith and Religious Order,

the Oldest Factor,

an Artistry of Nature.

Your Toll,

will come due.

Mine has been paid,

as I move,

I work as to not,

calculate upon my Life...

...Dues.

The Breath of Such,

is my Allowance,

' To See '

There is,

no Why, just 'cause.

My Understanding of Cruelty is,

"I don't need to; You Do."

Countless Terms,

Set the Measure,

which will never balance what has been done.

Only the Innocent,

will do what is Correct,

not necessarily right,

for that may cause a Sharp Left.

And...

...that I know,

is not my Life,

merely for,

Reasons of Taught,

not bought.

The Men,

that I believe do love,

not Traditionally.

I 'See' this in the Everlasting though,

a Lurid Approach,

an Eternal Flow,

of; Drove.

To not be late,

for the Change which is Afoot,

in this..

"The Continue"

a deserved end,

for Sum.

A Calculation,

which only Men of B.D.S.M.,

could/would,

Total for Sin,

not been.

A Gift of Presence,

not Wrapped,

for Sake.

'Cause in The End,

it's all about Them,

not fright but a light,

to

 'See Sage.'

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'!!