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,

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!!