Benevolence, Know, I Knew, "It's True"

To 'Remind' myself of 'Times' I'm not, I remember.  I abandoned this place with the "I" in Me.

A thought.

Can Not Take, the Strife, the Hate, so I left, I walked a Lot.  Never minding this Journey, a shot to Places that...

You'd pay to see,

I am sure: I was curious, it was my cure.

I was Four upon my Stay. I got lost and to this day, I know that none of them were You.

I found "New Views," like 'Old School' belief in teaching.  Training and 'Not Blaming.'  

As I Found Myself, without You, I stayed True to Me, a wealth of more, I never did snore.  The Reasons,

for the words you pour, Me, Myself and I, do not abhor, it is just such a Chore!  An Ignition, to Recognition,

of...

upon my return to this plane, Ten Years, had passed, My-Self was Wrath, the Me, in I was Confused,

a try,

Integration a Lie?

I tried to refuse however Training in Depths, Dimensions true.  More, a Type of Understanding, loosed.  At Fourteen, still in the Past I realized, Time had lapsed.  But, I was still, Trashed.

In Open Forum never changing, Years had made Worse, and recognition of what sounds perverse,

my Mother said,

UN-rehearsed;

"OH!! Look She's back"

I Thought: "Oh, Wow, that's bad."  To think upon these fragments of Moments Past, I Shake with Anger,

I never laugh, all because my Age did Last.

Relieved I was to realize, this absence did not take Height.  An interesting plight which I did not fight.  I knew now that they had Insight, into what was missing, the "Me" in "My-Self."  Strangely, I made this Association;

In just Four Years, an Odd Coincidence, (I think not) I'd be Eighteen, 'a legal-split' from that House, this was it, I will persist.

Aware of this Loss of Time, they knew, I new, for myself, dimensions crossed, little cost, to Me at least,

to venture out and feel released.

I'll bet, my Family, does truly rue!!

These odd days, you can't UN-do.  Today's Date, Yesterdays News, I feel Present, how 'bout You?  How do You rate the Math it Takes, to understand I'm stuck at Four.

Death is a Door, I do not abhor, simply put, it is just "A Chore."  March You're Due, march you will, losing Choice, gaining "Bill," to express you're Self, not Me, 'cause I was lost, and for My-Self, I do see their Plan.

"Do You 'See'?"

Stare You won't, glazed eyes of shown, New Belief, Yours do Roam.  Wild Lies, you will Profess, in the Presence of what is Next!

To bad that not 'A Person' Sees, for this does increase your Needs, making possible this Claim of Mine....

'The Impossible, is the Possible, just Waiting to Happen." too.

To Shutter of the Ends you'll meet, don't worry so much, it is a Feat.  Although you never shut-up, 'cause what you Preach is only a reach.  You know, I Know, at least for Myself, that the Testimony to the Words you Bleed, otherwise known as Christianity, has no-given source to lean, or Origin to spot.

It is just a Plot to Destroy and give License to any One Individual, with a malignant motivation, to Lie, to Loot, to Rape You of, Independent Thought, a progression if sought.

I have Listened, I have Learned, I did stop!! In this, I turned away from what was, 'A Life' I guess.

Confused?

No!!

I was Used and as I do not Speak, I write inStead.  I Draft my Prose to remind, to alert, my Given Mind,

that in 'Lost Time', I learned, I was, I am, I'm Knot and, I will be again despite this cruel begin.  I was fine, not blind, not deaf, and now, not Mute.

I guess there is more, rating Age with a door, stinging verse, this is 'no-stage' of resist. Just a time, a given Sage, to Telltale's of 'What is, What was,' "Lost in Age!"

Do not Over-Tax your Own thinking, I see so many blinking as Comprehension taxes your Retention of difference, not Rote.

To Expand,

Character in Thought,

takes no imagination.

Liken to Litigation, a reason of amazing 'vs' dull, dazed and repeatedly "Hazed," because you are progressing, while Most are Addressing, what has already been written, not what should be Said or Done,

in advance of.... I Shun not to run, I have already begun an assault upon the brutality of All that has Happened so I may achieve what "I 'See'," and what, "I 'Know'."

In Order to grow in the understanding of, My-Self, as 'to-be' Wise and with "Apparent Ties," and not placate Malicious Lies. A Must!!

To Advantage a Trust, so I may be, "The Me, I was born to Be."

I am only the Evidence of All the Ones, You Wiped-OUT.  Who have not agreed or Whom stood as a Pagan like I.

In a World that is 'Meant to Be' I Seethe and open the Door to Diversity, not Perversity.

However, History proves and in this the World will lose it's Innocence to nothing more than you knew.

~

Insight to the Age of Sage

You Read, I'll Right, then "I'll read what I write," to know "My Plight,"  you're Fright!

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."

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

http://philomathfoundation.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=category&layout=blog&id=14&Itemid=37&limitstart=32

A Pagan Record Of More

The Danger, the Fright, the Fear,

inhabits not Me,

but what is near.

Positive Outcomes,

for any given Scenario,

seem unclear,

almost a Hoax.

A Dangerous Ground,

to rely upon,

or Stand when,

Reporting is Lacking Integrity,

of "What has Been."

A Collective Repair,

non-existent in society.

As Hatred Bleeds,

our need to Rage,

"Becomes You."

Pulled-OUT-of School,

Wisdom Challenged,

by 'Whom?'

Graduates Past,

declare and I paste:

*The Outcome of American Christian Education - Katherine Dang, Philomath Foundation

Every philosophy or view of education has its own peculiar set of consequences which are eventually revealed in the lives, character, and conscience of its pupils.
In an education with an emphasis on Biblical reasoning, i.e. American Christian education, individual self education begins to occur around the ages of ten through twelve. With adequate guidance the pupil develops a growing capacity to read, reason, write, and research on his own. Herein is the necessity for self-teaching texts and guides. When the Biblical foundations are laid in the childhood years, the path of reasoning and the inspiration for learning is established for individual self teaching. As children are taught to walk on their own, to eat their meals on their own, to dress themselves on their own, and to work on their own, why are we not expectant that they be taught to learn on their own? Is it not reasonable to expect that self-teaching be an outcome of one’s education?
An invaluable consequence of American Christian Education is the pupil’s acquiring the art of self-government or the skill of Biblical reasoning. When children are regularly exercised in their own ability to read and reason, to deduce principles from ideas, to draw inferences and correct conclusions, and then to articulate and write them, this then is the essence of original scholarship.
In truth, one’s own education is his first individual enterprise, the first step towards his pursuit of happiness or his own vocation and livelihood. From God is mankind given a title to his own happiness, his own enjoyment of the fruits of his own labor. Parents and teachers owe the pupil only the rudiments, the first fundamental principles or foundations of life and learning. The pupil owes it to himself to build upon these foundations to reach maturity and adulthood. His years of youth are his years of building and engaging in the self-enterprise of pursuing his own happiness or livelihood.
American Christian Education is a new deal when one considers the conventional aim, content, and approach to education of today. While America is awash with socialism, American Christian Education is the antidote for modern socialism. American Christian Education creates cutting-edge generations, generations not socialized, trained, and accustomed to thinking and acting only as a part of some group. Individuals knowing how to be independently dependent upon the absolute principles of all of life and living will begin the undoing of socialism in America.

Raped of my own education,

my Family Supports,

this Avid Idea,

Practiced on Me.

Left to my own devices,

Evolution took Pity,

made me learn nothing more than,

Turn Away,

from this Ignorance of the Day.

I State,

I Am and You will be Due,

for

My ERUPT,

upon Humanity.

~

Sincerely Yours,

A Seer, A Sage, A Genius Savant, A Prodigy & Probably More,

not the OUT-COME of a christian Take,

but the

Natural Gifts Bestowed upon MY Life by Creation Herself at Birth,

not here,

but in the Bosom of Her Heir.

With More Than Pride,

I State,

~

The Continue

~

A PAGAN RECORD

~

A Very Personal Roar!!

~

*The Characteristics of American Christian Education - Katherine Dang, Philomath Foundation

When teaching is distressful for the instructor how much more distressful does it then become for the learner? How unjust is this outcome for the poor individual who is a novice at the feet of someone supposedly learned but driven to demonstrate his competence by demanding that his learners perform an arbitrarily determined degree of competence within arbitrarily determined constraints of time?
If the teacher is driven to teach, then does he not become a virtual taskmaster of his students; and they become burdened with heavy, unreasonable loads to bear? The injustice is so much the greater offense when the novice is but a child.
Biblical education by definition is easy and light. Scripture tells us how children are taught: "For precept must be upon precept, precept upon precept; line upon line, line upon line; here a little, and there a little." Isaiah 28:10. When one is taught the principles by which to reason in a given subject, and then consistently exercised in reasoning from principles, then he becomes free from, and independent of, rote learning.
American Christian education affords the training of individual reasoning in which one may come to his own correct conclusions in any given subject. Below are what may be identifiable characteristics of American Christian education:

1. Liberty for the individual to reflect, believe, and follow principles -- as opposed to enslavement to the strict letter of imposed, formulated, standardized answers.

2. Lessons are suited to one’s capacity; given an easy yoke to bear; one is not being given more than he can bear -- as opposed to straining under a heavy burden of unreasonable compliance to an arbitrarily standardized load of work.

3. Simple, uncomplicated principles and ideas to master -- as opposed to having to master by rote an overwhelming amount of minute facts and information.

* Katherine Dang of the Philomath Foundation
   (copy & paste the following address into a browser for more information)
   http://philomathfoundation.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=blogcategory&id=14&Itemid=37&limitstart=44

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.'

A Secular Reign of 'The Rune of Men,' A Script Of 'Old Past'

In 'The Collective Grind' of,

No More Than Men,

I give,

Way to the Conscious Mind,

not the,

 "Deadly Kind".

Reasons of,

' I do not Sign "

but Speak.

the Resistance,

is now,

Felt & Seen.

As only,

the rebellious stand of women,

to destroy.

Lacking a Sense,

to 'Know.'

I pronouce,

"YOU."

Men of Knew!!

Trouble,

no longer strides the horizon,

but Walks Amongst,

You,

with nothing more than,

' what you do. '

I am a Streaming Being,

a Sage and/or a Seer,

at best:

through what I write,

in the Luxury of Free Expression of?

Cursed Though

I express,

not my own 'Rebel,'

but the,

 "Nature of Felt."

A True & Redeeming fact,

nurturing what is lacking,

an Oracle.

Why?

the Mounting Community,

of Known.

Belief in what I have heard,

the Declare of Women,

"Rise against each and every Religious View of Man."

Keeping their Own,

Why?

A Monstrous Approach of,

never share to the only,

True Faith.

The Innocence of Believe,

in Anything,

instead,

it is the Sum of Only One Thing,

a Power Play for; 

'The Death' of Man Himself.

Be it Correct,

not right.

For that Requires,

a Turn & Not,

a Straight-Forward Approach.

Indicative,

of run or,

a defensive act:

simply known,

Left is death, i.e.,

making it a Destination,

not an empty Action,

upon known.

Just as "Good"

is not the opposite of,

"Evil"

I Stare,

at the Ignorance of the Offense,

and the Assumptions of,

the Spoken Tongue.

Changing definitions of Such,

have removed the cougar,

from it's Home,

and made it,

in Essence,

Me, a Girl to Prey Upon,

not rely on.

as Disparaging Remarks,

are cast-out,

upon My Verse,

I Stop.

I Stare.

I wonder,

then, 'I dare!'

Who are You?

Out-There,

Disrespecting All?

Know not,

Your Own Frailty,

towards Men.

for Them,

it shall be a,

"When, Win!"

The Like Minded,

merely Kowtow.

To the Knowledge,

that 'Correct'

is accepted,

not reducing this to more than:

It is..

a Voice from a Streaming Sage,

a Prodigy,

and more than likely or,

probably More!!

To Copyright,

the Words of Men,

I Wish.

Will Prove to only be,

the Evidential Support of the Christian Bitch,

seeking,

a Port from the Impending..

Right of Men,

and the,

 Actual Reign Thereof.

Bow not to any Man,

a Curtsy will do,

as Support in a Balance of,

"Know When."

To loose the Noose,

of the Chord,

of Sung,

will drop Your Tone.

Release Your Weapon,

of Mass Destruction towards such a Vile Means,

of which,

Women Support.

To not be caught,

not found,

this is their,

Double-Standard.

Invoking a 'Twisted-Tongue' 

of which,

They Speak,

so eloquently,

With and About,

to Friends & Foe...

A-Like.

Blasting this,

ambitious but cowardly,

Approach to Win:

I Ask,

"Win What?"

To Answer,

without a question,

is to State so Simply,

yet complicates,

Their so Obvious Reaction,

to such a reasoned and viable,

Respond.

"The destruction of Men, for the Sake of Them."

a Women's dim.

Then "The Laughter" is always evident,

through Their casual return,

to nothing more than; Burn.

Their Wish,

not mine.

Fuming at 'this girls' Verse,

I say,

"I know before I can, however, it is most definitely, A Curse, not a Plan!"

To Bow out Gracefully,

from the plotting,

of every,

Woe-Man;

just enhances,

the Strength that I must Embrace Naturally,

to say,

I believe that the,

 Loss of Faith,

leads to the,

Loss of Innocence,

which in-turn is the,

Final-Death of Life-Itself,

something counted on by,

these fouled women,

not relied upon,

like Men.

Their Mistake,

shall be 'My Gain.'

I release my Own,

to 'NO,'

be Knot Your-Self,

for "Why?"

That would be knowing an end,

in this,

Our Begin in this,

The Continue.

For Men!!

The Council Of Men

Along The Change of Men,

comes a 'Setting of Rudeness,'

as the Attire Worn by Women.

I beseech each,

to Care not for Your-Self,

rather,

bestow this Upon what is Afoot.

The Rising Tide of Known,

will come to bring to an end,

a Deadly Reign of,

"The Blues."

A Depression.

Sat on by the Filth of what has Been,

deceit and robbery of the Brain.

Decided.

Let 'The Rule of Thumb' Replace such Chaotic Means of Women!!

Hear!!

With "No Sight,"

certainly "No Thought,"

Women have Rambled to 'Know Acclaim.'

In Speech, in Action,

Found in the Chore of the Daily Grind,

Women have made,

'Mincemeat of Others.'

Thinking,

"I'll never be caught,"

or

"It's all in your head."

Which One,

I Proclaim!

The One that Seats the Ancient Mind?

or,

The One that Only States,

"Men are Kind."

Humanity should HALT, to NO:

MORE;

There Always is....

Why not Trust the Action,

of those that Exhibit the Ability to Know.

Without Judgement,

retaining the Wisdom to Act,

not React.

A Treasured State of Love,

not seen, but,

Understood by this Sage,

and,

A Vision to a 'Seer.'

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'!!