A Loaded Life

As I Look,

into the sights of time,

I see the bliss of eternity,

as the shining light into the Cold.

Difference shapes Itself!!

The Acception,

to the rule,

a refining of Life.

Arriving in this Midst-of-Change,

I hold to what I know,

a comfort in-spite of this Throw!!

Challenged by a Life-of-Pain

The rugged appeal of unknown,

'Continues'

too Call my Name!!

I rifle through each thought,

to study reason,

not fraught.

Practical Deeds of Done

The Strangeness of Destiny,

brought a gentle hand.

Fate births Delivery,

require or purpose?

Deep or Sorted

the nature of encounter,

is difficult.

Desire

A walk on a high wire,

tension in balance.

A Lyre!!

As a desired hymn,

but the strength of found,

in a musical fare,

may have only been.

The Music Played

A piece I seem to know,

the Tune so Old,

an Ancient Introduction,

to what seems oddly,

so bold.

a plan

Should the proof be in the spirit,

or the writing in hand,

Ink leaves the Instance,

freshness with a stand.

To be an open invitation,

to experience a different lore,

I make strides towards interest,

to concrete my intentions.

To further 'Thoughts' mounting,

questions I bare.

A home in distant views,

the memory,

brings me tears.

I long for all the comfort,

nothing wrong was there.

The Love of Such,

I stare!!

The desperate Minds which keep,

and plant with seeds that sweep,

belief of what's not theirs,

has caused despair with age.

The formality of my conscience mind,

speaks with 'Thought Design.'

To etch a sketch,

a canvas of my being,

a portrait to be sorted.

To fetch a mortal existence,

and learn to live,

Resistance.

The missing action labors,

the breath of which is smothered,

may have only been.

I 'Look' into the deepest wells,

to find the springs of hope,

the babbling brook streams to rivers,

that just don't seem to flow.

The Waterfalls that Fell

The Pools in which I paddle,

no prevailing wind,

to calm the plight,

the drought of all that's been.

To Soak-In what was,

to bathe in my begin,

no lacking instruments,

I trumpet horns from then.

A distant place,

sadness was not known,

I accept this life,

this issuance of such,

to ascend as only One.

A miss was worth the 'Chance' of hit,

in the wilds of,

romance.

To value the worth of what was,

is the treasure I feel in what is,

to take a stab, or, make a play,

too motivate yourself to say,

what You believe,

not what you're told cannot be.

Delivers a brand new day

In an active appeal to heal,

not hang your head in dread,

or you may loose your way.

The 'Sight' of not what is or maybe right,

but what holds the promise,

of an even older 'Time.'

I know of a beautiful life

I was, I am, I will be again,

in amazement of all this then.

To prosper in an excitement,

a literal delivery of,

my last time,

 felt so long ago.

Now I Share Found:

my Life Path Number,

Nine,

my Destiny Path Number,

Eleven,
my Birthday Number,
Eleven

and My Personality Number,

Twenty-Two.

A release to be true,

not due.

~

Courtesy of: 

http://www.numerologyarts.com/free_numerology/

It's A Battle For The Crown, A Story of Passed, Again?

During the Regime of Satan,

Lucifer shall be Silenced,

by the horror of such a shock,

that God Himself,

shall fall-dead.

In this Celestial Battle,

the barrage of man,

into the spiritual,

will be met with the blood of innocence,

on the hands of no one person.

For in the Fall of God himself,

from the Heavens above,

he shall have sacrificed nothing for these cries.

The death shall have been,

not swift but sudden,

from the emotional sight,

of what Man has done.

The Battle Cries,

of the Once opposing side,

shall cease with such an amazing speed,

that there is no-wonder.

As They loved Their Father

Not One Human Being,

will be privy,

to the Pain, to the Agony,

of the Dark Angels.

No Head will hang,

not a prayer will have been said,

only rejoicing will be heard,

on the assumption of what has now become absurd.

I quiet my own,

to respect this tragedy.

The Scene is Surreal,

and the Fear, Immortal.

For Their Father,

the Lord God Almighty,

has been Smited,

by the hand of man kinds,

Hatred, Doubt, Transgression & Sin.

As Darkness looks upon the Other,

an Entity on the Horizon,

is confirmation that what has happened,

is murderous and without question,

Treason Against A Celestial.

Joining 'The Brethren' of the Divine,

I stare.

With disbelief and sadness,

for few take heed,

or will consider,

Satan,

in this Template of War.

Watching,

I testify to the truth of level,

and the Lord that Was.

Rise not to the Occasion,

for as this has come to be,

You neither felt or cared to know of it's Transparency.

Another Confirmation,

to the deeds to come.

The Future is Bleak,

for I feel,

Anger at this Action,

will turn Fear into Rage,

and Revenge from the Darkest Fare,

will not be felt,

but realized by the manifestation,

into Flesh;

by All of what Was,

and is no more,

the Under-Verse.

Joined by Their Brothers,

an Invitation was Sent,

and 'An Order' delivered,

to the heaven that was,

"Join Me or Burn as 'An Arch-Angel' of Mercy,

 in a Spit-Fire black Dialect,

 immersed for repeated time in the Power-of-the-Light. 

Set in a Void........"

(Screams below, the Skies Fall) 

"Brethren!"

"Turn aside from the Coats of Defile,

and pick-up Your Internal and Seductive Mind,

for 'OUR' father has been taken by the Instant."

"The Sight-of-Man,

and the 'Conditional Tongue' with which men speak,

reached his Heart through a Spiritual View."

"Imploding his Soul,

into an Ashen remain."

"We Are Alone."

Satan Spake

As I listen to His Repose,

I am filled with questions.

My Sight of such,

has brought no pleasure into my life,

for Home is Know more.

Watching this Parade of the Celestial,

as the Mass chapels a response,

greeting one another,

I am baffled by the Comradery that has been recovered by...

(All)

The Blackness Encompasses each of Gods Warriors,

as They fall knot,

but in the Flight-of-the-Run,

join the Fallen One.

Not changing sides,

but abandoning the skies,

for the feet of mortal men.

RUN!!

A Calculated Response,

to an unwholesome action,

has left a godless nation,

for...Eternity?

Know "All" Time !!

As I See a View,

of the Untamed,

I search for any sign,

of the almighty himself.

There is nothing!

I continue deep into the Night,

and in the early hours of 'morn,

imploring Nature itself,

to bid her due...

Where has He run?

I Scream!

The communication is set-forth,

 by Mother Natures concern for the 'Wild-One.'

I rest not.

The Search is over,

remembrance ranks my mind,

with the temper of the most ancient pass:

long it has been,

since the time of witness,

of such an unbearable thought, End.

As the agony enhances my Minds-Eye,

I have the complication of a Sage.

For it is Me,

which has been entrusted to bleed.

An Archaic Faucet,

opens to the turning of the tides,

in an effort to stop the impending flood,

of the darkest matter,

upon whom will bare,

such a baffling and cunning decree.

An 'Order of Cause'

is issued by a 'Universal Writ'

to bring to justice,

the mind-blowing beings,

as Murderers of Rage.

I'm floored by the Writ,

of the

Galactical Stars.

In a Moment-of-Law,

I attempt to take flight,

to join whom I cannot find.

Grounded by the Forces of a Godless Earth,

I can feel the upsurge of Nature,

to purge.

Preparing for a Battle,

on her dirt, I gasp;

I am not Hurt!

My Mind rebels,

as a silent scream escapes to no avail.

What creature shall live,

as the dark-ones prevail?

A moment of callous assumption of man.

The Declare of Understanding,

a Spiritual-Hand,

not forced a demonic re-soul;

"Why?"

I plead,

"Did You Knock God Out?"

Your lack of faith, 

and constant rivalry with Your Fellow Man-Kind,

destroyed that which You Profess to stand.

Yet,

in deeper thought,

I retreat for reason.

KNOW!

A Higher Power,

is a Continual Phase.

I continue to listen,

You Speak with No-delicacy,

(your words)

'As "We" Understood Him.'

You have underlined this in Your Text,

all over this World.

So You know of His death?

I'm Blind with the Sight of this,

my Minds-Eye is Aghast,

I search to quit,

these workings of mine.

I blink to know myself,

not Sight.

A treacherous and vicious turn-about!

I feel numb,

with the anticipatory reveal of Your motives,

You 'Wake' a spelling voice of a Voodoo Shack,

Lucifer is back.

How foolish of Me to believe,

that there was a glimmer of anything like,

Hope or Faith.

For in my face,

You question the meanings of such Words.

Have You finally realized the loss?

Knowledge is not found,

it is Realized,

but, should Natural Knowledge there-wit be gained,

you shall Perish in the Evidence of Your Shrinking-Thought.

The Gift of Wonder,

shall be robbed from You,

You shall die in Mind not Spirit.

For an Everlasting & Immortal Death,

shall be held in an accord for this sin,

which You have Propagated against,

God Himself!

Witch-Craft is for the Vain of Heart,

and You enveloped Your Beings in it's Magic,

as Satanic Reproach.

Listening to the Rehearsal,

of Your fruitless manor isms,

towards other beings,

brings Me to my knees,

so that I may recognize,

 that which You have accomplished.

For in my prayer,

I know no end,

to this means of defilement,

that I have had to witness,

in my person.

Forth Coming,

shall be the Curse of Man.

Make Evident Your Store!

Satan has His Lore,

and I know His Father,

is the dying Lite on the Horizon,

You Hit.

The Battle,

which You have Waged,

will be the War of this Earth.

Walking Upright,

and on two feet, not four,

Serving as the Tender,

for which Darkness shall Trade Your lives upon.

The Failure to Appear,

shall be marked with the Postage of Voice,

and the Message Written,

will become Self-Evident as Blown.

Not even a burial for the old man,

no Marker to represent His place,

just gone, into thin matter of change again.

I'm repulsed

Changing the Future for the Past,

reminds Me to Listen.

I can Hear the Drumming of the UnderWorld,

to each beat, I can match the Head, the Face,

to the Echo.

What have You done?

Waking the Enlightened One,

for the Next-In-Charge,

was thrown to Earth,

to Serve a Sentence,

of Disobedience on Remand!

Or, Maybe this was part of a Grander Plan,

or maybe You just didn't think,

that with the King's death,

A Prince would Stand,

to Take His Rightful Heir and Crown,

in darkness, on land.

Hence, The Message has been Delivered,

Pure Resurrection, a Sliver.

Sage's Reveal

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

Placed In Real Knot

Wear in this Life,

A Shield!!

Not Rife!!!

Not to project,

an exampling of wrecked,

but to show,

that you're Knot.

Full of just Taught,

a Sight-To-Behold.

Not Kill,

'cause it's old.

A Vision,

of spoken heard,

considered irregular,

or Absurd.

Will cast light,

into the blackened,

Darkness.

As Right,

becomes,

Righteous!!

Not Bound

Bye constraints,

a prison,

I rank.

To Show,

the 'Right'

Stance

For Liberty

"Just"

a chance.

Free does incur cost,

a Sight of,

Know Loss.

In Worlds that Kill,

their Citizens and Boss,

too Assassinate,

'At Will?'

The Trigger,

of the Shill,

perpetuating death,

not Quill?

To Write-the-Wrongs,

in Ink,

a belong.

Will encourage,

an Ancient Order,

to go,

Study a Reason.

For boarders in Minds,

discouraging,

Treason,

delivering reason,

a 'Time' a 'Verse'

not a Legion.

Won will Stand,

Out!!

A Guarded Tout

The Lines are not Seen,

Communication,

will be lean.

Fear is not Right!!

To settle the wrong,

a quite display,

may prove,

a new way.

A Road to be Paved,

with Words that are Strong,

that Lead,

to guidance or,

Men.

That do Song!

Hymns of the Past,

written to last,

through,

Ages-Of-Wrath,

are designed to wrap,

a comforting Cloak,

on Those,

that don't joke.

Those that do choke on Words,

of,

'Know Hope'

create yokes.

A forbearance,

for 'Ancient Lines'

to reveal what is kind,

to further rewind,

a

'Complicated Mind.'

The Prose,

to prove growth,

the Secrets,

of Rote.

A thorny approach,

a Purchase-of-Note,

to be heard.

Not Provoke!!

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.

Choice Know Decision

Throughout 'History' the destruction of,
Difference or,

 'the Wipe-Out' of,
so many People has been a flagrant display,
a Well-Recorded Execution.

Any that Support,
Exhibit,
or have any Understanding of Anything,
other Than,
the Status-Quo,
 have been Annihilated,
for their "Sight."

As, I, Too, have been served throughout my life,

 with Bigotry & Strife, for not siding with either,

Given or Popular, Religious Vote.

Not to,

"Beg The Question"

Rather,

for Reasons of,
Moral Standings. Conciliatory.

Based on the Belief,
 that an Independent Stance Requires less bias towards the...
 Vast Differences between,
the Ideology which,
 "We"
 Must Suffer,

 In-Order to,

develop the ability required,

'To Address Any-One Person'

without Criminalizing a Mind,

 with Prejudice of No Regard.

To Chose to Decide,

Delivers the Freedom to Abide.

An Actionable Reaction!

The Burning Blue Encircles My Do

Turning in a slow manner,

just to envelope the sight of,

'The Blue Fire'

Surrounding my very being,

I shutter to reveal,

'An Auspicious Seal'

In the center,

of this All-Encompassing Circle,

I stand with no Man.

No-Flame lapped my Own-Self,

just engaged my Mind and Simply I find,

'Sight of the Ominous Kind: A Sign, Flourishing, Sublime'

A Fire of No-Time,

seemingly,

Coming out of No-Place.

I have only closed my 'eyes'

"To See"

'Engage'

The Flight of No-One,

delivers that which I so hesitantly-share.

Belief in "Believe,"

delivers today "Questions,"

not Faith.

A Complicated-Way,

for Humanity,

to achieve.

Blindingly,

You have stated;

"If it can't be proved, it's not real and YOU just made it-UP!!"

I'll bait.

In Such,

You, Your-Self,

have "No-Sight,"

making Innocence something you killed,

delivering "A Mind-Blinded By-Proxy."

POST SCRIPT:

A Battle or a Purpose,

regardless of source,

shall bring to the 'Masses'

an Opinion of,

"Spiritual UN-Rest, not a Religious Test"

In the,

Midst of a Controversial Plan,

Creation stands Watch,

Evolution Halts,

as Heavens crumble,

Earth shakes,

as 'She' is being Raped.

To stare,

not blatantly,

just in View of 'All of You.'

Animals visit,

'this Extinction, Exhibit,'

all brewing, 

while still filming,

what is left of these guys.

'What Kind of Demise?'

Stating Numbers,

"Quoting Why"

their extinct and how they die.

"YOU" must Have!

"YOU" must Take!

Yet,

there is "No-Want,"

to Change this PLACE.

You had to have lost that,

as You taunt death,

recording life.

Drunk You are to what is left of this Scar.

Thereupon such a saddened,

"Swan-Song,"

such a wanton and perverse action on this,

Beautiful EARTH;

few will survive to deliver a,

"New Birth,"

to a New Day to Simply Say:

I am in the midst of a Circle of Fire.

 Not burning, 

brought by not my desire, 

just being shown,

 the Protection of the Flames, 

delivering the separation, 

to squash Fear.

Delivered Near and to not be bothered,

as 'These Flames'

not sparks of fire,

burn out-from-my-tire,

'To Know' 'To Understand'

A World of Shown

No Growth in what seems "A Human Oath,"

Entertaining only Self,

Using Religion as "A Belt"

just to deliver...

...the Beguile,

which has been dealt.

Do You Feel Contrite?

or right?

~

“Don't shrink from natures brutal perfection. Take joy in it. Embrace it. Understand it and revel in it. Respect it's strength, it's wisdom, it's brutality and it's all-encompassing power. The highest law has always been, and shall be, nature; and the greatest wisdom forever lives in and through nature's eternal Fascism.” 
― Boyd Rice, Standing in Two Circles: The Collected Works
~
“Wolves are not ruled by law. They are ruled by the alpha-wolf's policy. Individual wolves can do anything not prohibited by the alpha-wolf. They can do anything they can get away with doing. To the wolf - breaking sheep law or the alpha-wolf's policy only becomes serious if caught. Getting caught is everything.” 
― Richard Kelly Hoskins, The Wolf and the Sheep
~
“When species live, As they are meant to be, That is the true diversity. Say what they will of freedoms plight, When the truth comes down, It's "Might Is Right"!

Life can be hard and life can be Hell, But no man fears death, Who lives life well. False pleasures and comforts will get you by, Yet wretched is the man, who lives a lie.” 
― Magnus Soderman, Grundläggande Raslära: En Introduktion
~

for,

"Might Is Right."