A-Maze

To Quench Thought in the marvel of a mind,

the thinking kind,

to deliver Centuries lost as a learning to cost,

lends life a light,

a guide to teach not take,

not break the Will,

so you may stay,

in this thwarted till.

In Ancient Times study of death,

created a way a direction to say;

Life Continues.

So many Realms to Cross,

to Pass-Over or Through,

an understanding lost,
 returns to you.

Discarded are these maps,

for points of view,

referred too and said to confuse,

so that you take your eye off Sake!!

Why does Humanity believe,

that You do not have to work through,

the Darkness too??.

With Light there is Black,

in each begin there is an end,

in every Road traveled,

there must be a reason to journey.

Surrounding Nature's display,

Her quest seems so grand,

how does Man remove himself,

as not part of this Plan?

The very breath afforded Our life,

is given by that which is discarded as used.

Should We not also be of Use?

Or, do You believe that the Work to Be,

to Produce is only for Consume?

In every effort energy expends itself so naturally!!

To discount what you do not See,

cannot appreciate, as yours for the taking,

dismisses the ride it took to produce your need, or required want,

without thought to the development of that which You take for granted,

The Death In Flash-Back

Wretched Memories,

of moments past,

as a child survivor of hideous things!

Haunted by ugly times,

where breath escaped me.

As I Stood in Death

I Gasp, in Horror,

an anxious reaction,

to having none.

Fraught with the instant of haste,

I capture myself today.

Halted I Am!

What went wrong?

What had I done?

Little I know,

Small I was,

that Night I Passed-Over though.

Not to a Fall,

but to what I Saw!

Comforts Now!

While Standing,

in dead space,

I stared at me.

Lying dead until the Squall

To the issuance of late,

I Speak gingerly.

With guarded tongue,

I wait.

The Horror, the Fear,

tips this next gear,

shifting into Want

of a Peer!

With cautious Tone,

I lay with only Me,

Alone, but not lonely,

I find Life so Deep.

The careful detail

Interest Peeks

what hides inside of me:

So Painful.

Dangerously I very softly creep,

as flashbacks do reap.

In the depths of these darkened times,

I cannot speak,

silence befalls,

as my mind is a keep!!

Banked on Account

Nature withdraws,

as I become so small,

I've locked these things-up.

To Deal, to Touch,

on an occasional try,

just to unwind this Grave.

To Frightened,

paralyzed with 'Memory Fear'

I wretch,

my body racks,

as my Mind does 'Spin-to-Time'.

Am I of an Age,

to Unlock this Cage,

and not be afraid of the Curtain,

which Covers-for-Certain,

Events I've Entombed?

Never did I think

that these locks would fail.

A Sure and Safe-Way to Nail,

shut-times,

that cause erupt.

Out of My Control,

the Tumbler Found.

Keys I still hide,

as I know I did Die!!

Ceremoniously I scream,

to no avail;

"As this seems Nature's Tale."