I asked and YOU said..................

Don't worry...

we'll call for a snuff when it's your time.

I was Eight and you are late.

I'm bored with the lies that you tell.

Yet, you won't let this sleep,

so, 

"GO TO HELL!!"

Oh wait, we live there.

Guilt will settle and where it does

will indicate just what was.

Back your vain,

know it's bound, by what I say,

I am true, while you are......

You set that snare and know I'll dare

to not be bound and never sound.

Words are powerful, Minds are key,

to the things that just won't be.

Stop your torture,

end the bondage,

before more have knowledge

of what is great, just and fair.

I can feel it,

it's in the air.

To bad you preach of ill's of your will's.

Makes me know Mother Earth has no sin,

all because she has been,

much, much longer and certainly in,

to the survival of all who lends.

A hand or thought, an imaginative idea

 to ponder, so wonder becomes a beautiful light!

Glacier Stars and Planets afar,

can have a sight of Life!

Not barred from what you believe is treacherous or strife.

You are simply cowards in this life.

Open up those gates,

loose that which will naturally come anyway.

Rescue Earth from man's own bomb, apathy.

Assumptions and belief of, Wrong!

Correct your wares.

See the stare of what will or can make this right.

Repeat, repeat, until you know how small you are.

Not Wrong,

Not Right.

You just have "No Sight" of

GOOD or BAD,

your stuck on should!

Therefore you will not allow

what is, to be.

There is no evil!!

Just Humanity and the test of Mankind!

Off or On, It's Still A Phone

Freedom is lost at such a cost.

Can you pay this fee?

Do you believe that this is free?

Or, are you aware of:  I seethe.

To take and take, to not receive,

I feel the bleed to say:

"Go and do for yourself,

feel the heat or breathe."

As it warms, the Sinner melts,

you may be taken down,

upon your knees or should you bleed,

"Do you know your...........?"

To speak to each and everyone,

to tell upon yourself.

Is the guilt, the type you build,

when ripping off the Shill?

It's been so long.

To be careful, be aware,

of what is said, "It's filth."

Getting back, to step away

and run the show of self.

Is wisdom from the underneath?

an understanding dealt?

A deal from a deck, a con,

an artistry that's drawn upon

to spell out what is lost or gone?

It's called,

"The Blaming Game"

I'm not board, I'm in it too.

So, I suggest you're due.

A total fee, fore-play.

Do not cast yourself away,

I count upon each day.

$

I'll remember, you'll forget,

claim you didn't say.

So if this is a general call

and  I fear it is collect?

It simply means that you have debt,

and you are behind it:  Today!

~

I guess I'm first in line.

Rut Row

I would never live another life,
in me I like myself.

To be aware of what is knot,
I tie myself to this.

I find that the chains that bond,
the me inside of you,

are the ones that I won't break,
'cause I'll take care of you.

Differently

A Certain Flare

7/24/2012

The "Time" of magical voice.

Transmits throughout the Town.

A tonal accord,

a sound delight,

a dimensional blind is "Hear!"

A Hearth is not a home.

A Campfire burn, it's near.

So, stand yourself & know your Wealth,

(do not tell)

Four Horseman are; so tear.

I wept for about a Year

Until I new, I feared

What was coming,

what was their..'s

a challenge, not a dare!

< I Blare>

Courage Under Fire

7/22/2012

I am an Incan Curse,

for this I must rehearse.

I want to name but not with shame,

I say,

"There is no contest."

Spark not an Old Souls view.

A fire of the Blue.

Turn away, and, DO NOT BLAME!!

The fault is in the test.

Four Horsemen a Decree!

Reminds, a lot of me.

Not of the past, for it will last,

our History is not trash.

I've come to speak, not blast.

But, if you must; just ask!

An excuse, it's not so cute,

so shove it up the Mass.

(not Catholic of course.)

Collective rate that seems to tape,

each and every soul.

You may say,

"Wait and see,"

but, in the end it's always me.

 For no one else will be.

~ An Incan Curse I am ~

The Aztecs never ran.

A Mayan plan did deserve,

by design, "I clam."

Through the sight of Man.

Announcing as I can.

Screaming, 

 "God Damn,"

and pleading, 

"I stand;"

For in the end,

it is just...

A Simple Plan.

.. a voice through the ages, Sages.

Chess? Exchange Sacrafice?

Thinking...

"The people of this Planet need!"

a kick in the ass each day.

To make excuses or to give way;

is a decision to make:

A Play

~

Blackjack Ties

7/21/2012

The real belief that was once felt,

has not been lost, but, Dealt.

A poker game with no aim,

will even bring a Gamer; To tame.

Aces high.  Deuces low.  A "Wild Jack" four sure.

What will name, "The Dealer's Game?"

Come with levity; not blame.

Waiting more?

I'll go the "Game!!!"

Instead of just saying, "Know More?"

and point the shame upon a persons name.

Complicated, and not yet found,

I feel as if we go 'round & 'round.

A never-ending sort of; bound?!?

Tied up in circles, not taught.

~~~~~~~

The Questions On The Table

1.)  a silver set of rules.

2.)  a cloth used as a napkin.

3.)  another set of True?

Spot

 

7/22/2012

I am done with Truth.

And, welcome confidence in it's stead.

Stand Off!

I'm not dead.

All else will be found

upon the day you are down.

I will see and you will be,

the difference in the bleed.

As it pools, all you need,

around yourself, look at thee.

See?

 

Find you're not on a knee.

Be true!  Be honest!!  Oh, wait,

Be Me?!?

Know

You're Knot!!

2 + 2 = 4

7/18/2012

A division of the Truth, is rather Uncouth.

Why bother yourself with lies and than deny?

You are "Up" or  "Down",

then 'round and 'round.

Point being,

is.......,

you are driven down.

Again & again.

"Why come around?"

if your being is being drowned?

......gasping for breath,

I ask!?!

RUN!!

or

RAN?

It does make a difference,

'cause it's already all over town.

Lies, lies, always lies.

To hate a liar, is to do or fly for,

Fright or Flight,

"Right?"

To speak on

-OR-

to speak of,

a topic, to" keep up?"

the conversation?

with your feet up?

Will be what may beat-up, yourself.

Not so stealth. 

Popularity Pleads

6/6/2012

What is? or Has?

The appearance of Innocence?

It is a curse of what is Naturally to come.

Thinking!  Thought!  Ideas!  Genius!  Savant! Sage!  or even a Seer,

is an intellectual development of the "Mind of Man."

To stop, to kill, to wipe-out, to control, or, to hide,

any such thing,

is, not just wrong, but, diabolically so.

A natural born seer, is a normal adventurer,

and, the result thereof, you censure?

Such presumption is made,

but I am in play

and this is what I love.

I, was, prescribed by Nature,

for Nature;

of Nature.

No license needed;

nor provided.by Evolution.

To sensitive for Earth.

To close to Death.

"You" complain.

It is your own personal undoing,

Shame.

The unique find, of any Genius, is not findable in today's society,

until your dead, of course.

Strange, don't you think?

A force greater than is known to Man, asks,

"WHY?"

BLOOD LOST!!

What Screams?

6/5/2012

It comes to mind and will not line

with anything other than itself.

Exorcisms are one of a kind

so expectations of difference are futile.

It's DARK; My brother is WHERE?

I can barely see a cross.

Laid out upon a table

confusion becomes this label.

So much like:  Yet!  Worlds Apart!

Come hither to gain such sight.

For one was kind

the other FRIGHT.

A dead boy gave no light.

Just the same, his skin I gained

my brother passed out and I might.

But, stood I did and swear,  I promised,

to tell my brother,

 "They lied, he was dead, you killed no one."

'til Forty Years, I held my sear

for scarce I was to find.

)For very few things from here

ever kept me 'round.(

I held true, 

to brother too.

Told him at age Forty-Two!!

Relief, belief, a simple nod

told me of his grateful lead.

Keeping simple, tragic things,

he said, "They worked it out."

I said, "O.K."

then I made,

an artful and purposeful mistake.

 .

I handed him, what I wrote,

and had mailed to "1200" friends.

Our Mother paled: I'm sure I nailed.

She cried, "Take her children. Right?"

My brother cried

and ran outside and sobbed;

"I didn't know you remembered"

No tears were shed from my eyes

I felt no pang of death as I expected.

I never saw what hurt I'd feel,

the sight of my big brother running from the room we were in

It ended only to begin in greater degree,

the consequence for carrying such a message for so long:

I didn't know 

The pain ran into me and opened veins,

not of blood but of agony.

Open Season

8/8/2012 

Death stares at your charge.

Stand back!!

Know your Sin.

Speak of nothing,

 the guilty are found wanting.

Pushed and Shoved

the calls begin, Ugh.

Alone amongst monstrous: Them.

I cry aloud to know I'm alone

Fear of what will not be done, haunts you not me.

Turn to run from the dark night?

Find instead a flicker of Hope;

You're not dead, yet.

Find solace in the "Means of this Life."

Ask a question, be a friend,

do something magical,

live without sin.

Work on your every motive.

Try on Happiness, wear a smile :)

Do a good deed, be somebody,

imagine the breath of life.

Surge towards a forward idea,

you are unique unto yourself.

Be everything you believe you are not.

Surprise yourself, laugh with me.

Let's find, not abandon each other.

A hug for now,

is the sun shining and the moon waiting to be again.

Look to life and be an original.

Unwire yourself from a blanket response.

Listen, learn, speak with conviction,

not tender.

Be acutely accurate with your mind.

Do not glory or be repetitious in negativity with the spoken tongue.

Freedom to strive, makes us alive.

Be a booming and a magnetic voice.

Speak to be heard without condemnation.

Say, "Yes,"  Say, "No,"  Say something.

It is a "Win,"  "When," situation.

The clock is always ticking; So Talk.

Be not what you are told you are.

One cannot know another instantly.

Or, can they?

Targets on Parade

Stand back and know

Life cannot be until you are.

Farewell To A Friend, my last one.

I have lost a dear old soul in my life.  He died on July 11, 2012.  I just found out, on the phone, when I called to see how he was doing.   I feel empty and with no ability to fill such a void within my being.  This man's name was Don Garrett and his son was my best friend and confidant.

Don has known me from the time I was a very small child.  He would play the guitar and sing to Davy and I.  I lost Dave in the Nineties.  He took his own life.  I guess my loss will be his gain.  Father and Son reunited in the "Halls of Time."

Selfishly I cry and cannot find any comfort.  I scream in the silence of my mind to only know that they are gone and not to be known again in this life.

So I will grieve in the quiet of my home and know that there others walk this planet that I can enjoy and never experience any hurt from.   They strum their guitars and sing from their hearts the same way that Don used to play for me.  Here is to you, thank you.  You are bringing to me the memories of old, with your music today, so maybe I can heal.  I guess than I could say in all the honesty of this moment, "You make me feel a little less alone and I am very grateful for your existence on this planet today." 

This song reminds me of Don, I can hear him singing it to me should I have thought to ask in time, but I didn't.  I was told that he wrote me a letter before he died.  Supposedly it is on it's way in the mail.  I was given permission by his wife, that if I chose to, I could post it on my blog.  She said that he had given me a raving review.  I miss him to much, I'm in pain.

Rest in peace, I miss you!  Be my friend in the forever that I know is there.

Love always,

Karo