Do Not Post

I see not right but After,

the facts of Mass should better,

but in gathering 'They' only condone disaster,

not for 'Them' but for 'The Factor.'

The bolt of the slide in action,

delivers no slight of hand,

but screams of bitterness in Action,

developing Bold in Traction!!

In this 'Human Race,'

is it to be the first to finish?,

or is it, could it, be the last to stand?,

ending Treason in the Land!!

The square which bears the circle in,

breaks apart to expose a plan,

well-constructed blocks to build,

fall-apart on what is dark.

But within this Pi of Life,

not a slice, a whole Complete,

a block released can be used,

to establish better news.

For in our each,

a Spirit resides,

not to hold but to abide,

in a life of Mortal Hide,

it is the Me of I inside.

To release this, the Self in Wealth,

takes a Mind to only delve,

into the Thought that Life's a Well,

deeply seated and often repeated.

As you wait for one to wake,

you search out another to quake,

bringing round misery found,

you even state He is glory bound.

Christian Teachings

The Fact you know of such times,

that deliver more than lines,

keeps it real "the guess" is the deal,

that makes your traitor only bait!!

To declare in open venue,

is to Announce a certain menu,

upon which you seem to serve,

yet another his just desserts.

So as you gaze upon each face,

will you judge this day disgraced?

Who shall be the ones to see,

calling-out and blaming He,

for "All" the lands hypocrisy,

without the proof to even be?

For in the Verse that you did write,

for I understand your teacher did not type,

do you state or do you blame,

that the Shame remains with Vain?

Should you not teach a plot,

but take account for your Lot,

can you not know you have sought,

the lives you want, the ones you bought?

You have turned aside and based your lives,

on a certain 'Play.'

..you built a block by squaring words,

as a step but it may be worse!!

For in the Thought that we go 'round,

it is in the Circle we have found,

never broken for the stone,

which you take and you have thrown.

So save yourself, dismiss each task,

'Cheers' the Life you eat at mass,

but I am bothered by this act,

for it teaches what should rack!!

To eat and drink the blood of 'One Man,'

is forbearance to a plan,

the cannibalization I can't stand,

it is a Sin and You are damned!!

Peace be with that Lord or Man

Two Millenia since He walked this Land,

yet He has no burial or been entombed,

haunting words you hide from view,

He was not even One of you!!

You took His Life to increase the Knife,

left Him nailed to His view,

looking from the Cross you hung,

in every Church and on your Lung...

as if this Treasure is better than His rest.

Foreboding Thought to be faced with Truth,

but maybe with the square you block,

not the continue in this Verse,

but the Four Corners of this Earth.

For with the Possible asking Why,

final words just don't lie,

'You' are wrong and He did try,

died for reason not for turf!!

Yet you marched and took such life,

'Christendom' flourished while more did die,

not for lack of Personal Belief,

but because they did not take yours as relief.

With each Country over-run,

believe in christ or you will die,

such a fornicated messages guise,

to steal wealth as well as lives.

Your Balance in the End,

will show your Measure from Begin,

no off-setting what you're due,

it's blasphemy too.

To Eat the Dead the Flesh of man,

to drink his blood as part of plan,

will enhance the cards in hand,

and produce a bitter truth.

Your remorse will be the life,

that never dies and shows the strife,

for Death will come and realize,

you are not worthy with your pride.

Even Death will leave you high,

willingly and without a tie,

to the next world of thought,

in this you will feel Death has Wrought.

In this Plight you will be left,

this will be the Truth that's set,

but you will have what you desire,

an Ever-lasting Life with no Require!!

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,

Flashbacks Enable Us To Move Through

There were these Days,

so long ago,

I was young,

my Mind doth remind.

In a Basement frame,

the sight of such a Horror!!

It happened more than once,

it seemed Their heavens door.

As first such FRIGHT,

the FEAR was found,

pushed down upon the ground!!

As I did resist,

my size became so easily licked,

the hatred turned to bliss,

I shut my EYES for this.

With EACH increased FIGHT,

enhanced my personal plight,

I saw within these boys,

my fear was met with sight.

Upon these ACTS of DARKEST FAIR,

these Boys would pay Their way,

I saw the spite within Their eyes,

causing such despair.

I HAD to LEARN,

to STARE them down,

on my back I laid.

I LOOKED into Their EYES,

with hatred for this ACT,

then upon this One Time hist',

the blank stare blinked right back.

The WRATH which began,

increased through the line,

each ONE sought the fight,

insisting it was right: Deserved.

The roughness on Their part,

caused me to erupt,

but I did not back off this stare,

my only refuge there!!

As Their ability to accomplish act,

began to wane 'cause I fought back,

my eyes, my stare began to make,

these Boys incapable to complete this Take.

 The Fear inside of myself,

which I had to defeat to become well,

became what angered me in this place.

Years and Years did pass,

before I understood Their Wrath,

Expressions of Theirs,

I only remember,

the sticky, disgusting shared.

The strangeness in these days,

reveals things not nice,

not a test, not whats best,

just absurd exists in their.

Myself, I learned to hate,

the Act which brought the RAGE,

my EYES became the BAIT!!

Restrained by size,

I did give way,

in this I could only persist,

to OPEN my EYES,

not close and wish,

"Is this the day I die?"

When SENSE brought ATTACKERS madness,

I witnessed death in Their Eyes,

I watched insanity walk away,

the danger was so grave.

Although my life went on each day,

this Act killed me too,

my innocence was taken,

the rage made me New!!

My loss became my gain,

exhaustion delivered disdain,

my life bares this kill,

I know that what was done,

impacted more than (One) Won!!

I know that peace can be found,

to puzzle my past in present.

These Ill's of which I speak,

has brought so much relief!!

Not to reside in these times,

but to bring to complete,

so I may turn the Page with Age,

to deliver Times of Pain,

in the birth of brand new day.

I know that in past pleads,

I wished to wish for a particular relief,

but Reality is my Rule,

and the wish did seem so cool.

Grateful for the Sight,

the Might gives Way to Passed,

but I still Wish for You,

a day where Twin Souls rule.

The passion felt surreal,

brought me strength,

and paved my path,

to face this life of terror.

Thank you for your care!!

You Wake To Know You ......Seethe!!

We come from distance great,

to deliver messages sent,

the Universe does shout,

as we come about.

Blindness grew through Ages,

the Ancient built such signs,

Humanity has dumbed this down,

stating, "It's not sound."

The enlightened mind resting,

leaves Life to Trace a Find,

the angles become the bracing,

for All that are not bound.

As Centuries have passed,

the "Ages" so do last,

encircling the globe,

announcing darkness know!

In the Writings still entombed,

the Chiseler's evidence stating doom,

saddened many to mark for You,

there is a way to get through.

The Conscious Mind must Wake,

a collective by design,

mapping out what must be found,

a posture to tackle bind!!

In Rote you may just know,

a natural law in such times,

when teaching invokes death,

kills based on imminent threat.  

The Voice has witnessed this,

as apologies persist,

but to take a life to save a life,

is a twisted fit.

A Gathering of the Mute,

in places which impute,

the belief is in the listing,

Resistance seems the Misting.

Enlightenment will pass,

the need to know reaches Wrath,

the Mind withholds the Path,

a Conscious Note of Hate.

a place of Peace your lost,

in Sake of need you want,

in Blast of wrong you're right,

the plight enhances blind.

You're Out-of-Time,

the rule in rote,

declares the Ages End.

No balance in this measure,

it will add-up to Sin.

Although you've turned your back,

to the Old and Ancients fact,

the Signs of Times,

will Speak with Lines,

the ones you will wait in.

The Shame that should show,

is the Blame in which You throw,

the fault is there imposed,

upon the roads of known.

The Words in the Verse,

the spoken of shown,

casts aside what is bliss,

in-spite You are blown.

In the Eyes which do see,

the Moor's of such kneed,

it is sung in more than reads,

by design and not a plead.

The Circle than complete,

the Hour-Glass breaks,

the Tumbler sounds,

a ride with no seat!!

The importance of Issue,

draws close to the days,

when Ignorance was used,

to excuse thus engaged.

Lacking the Skills,

to Listen to drilled,

You dug into History,

and dismissed the Mystery.

Do not turn to another,

reflection is in self,

review of your well,

may deepen the Tell.

Denial of History,

the Ages of Sign,

the Golden, the Silver, the Bronze to remind,

that Iron is Hot and darkens this plot.

A Play to Release,

the Stars which will be,

a guide to deliver,

more sages than me.

In rote I have written,

in memory of told,

that doubt will reveal,

the pages of Old!! 

There Is A Day of Done!!

It will come,

in the action of the setting Sun.

The Moon will be a fleeting sign,

to a strange and new shrine.

In the open vein,

of a Universal Reign,

the Galaxy will explain,

the mathematics in plain.

Observing the shining horizon,

will lend credence to this find.

An incredible sight,

to deliver in one night,

an absolute fight.

Raise no hand,

release the knitting of fist,

take heed to Nature's Read,

learn that the evidence must come as fact.

Dismiss nothing,

engage delight of Wealth in Mind,

Sake in body, Peace in Soul,

Revelry of Old!!

May Earth know Her bloom,

may Man appreciate Her stand,

may Love find a hand,

may Enjoyment play an active part upon Her Land.

Stars twinkle in this night sky of wrinkle,

the movement of this place,

will not harm but create Post Haste!!

The melody of the gentle breeze,

a spacial release for need,

binds the matter to be.

After arrival,

so much to see,

the Sea will envelope,

as lives take No-Heed!!

This rivalry of things,

developed in mention,

to merely bring tension,

leaves.

A working order,

of no surprise,

out-stretched arms,

bend like knees!!

The prowess of speech to deliver lies,

twists-of-tongues don't realize,

that the best has yet to come!!

A mountainous move,

to receive not take,

is the Lake which is left,

in this Void of accept.

The Truth makes evident this Dark Design,

a Life of incredible becomes resigned.

The Voice of the Rain,

puddles the mud,

Fire you beg,

shapes this Place!!

There are Books of Tells,

Ancients speak,

through Tombs displays of different ways.

To be of kindness,

issue respect,

Centuries behind Us,

guide these days.

The recent develops,

Lines like Plays,

Action becomes Cut,

as distractions well-up.

To sort the Valleys Plumage,

to weed out the hate,

makes a path of wonder,

if it's not to late.

The cobblestone while laid to only roam,

identifies the spoken lies,

a pebble in your shoe.

The Halls of Time do Echo,

a reverent tone of line,

the cave of the buried mind.

The spectrum of a rainbow,

examples the pot of gold,

the Slide which does enable,

this lurid, slippery slope.

The blasting chord of dynamite,

lit for deplore,

explosions become record.

The pain that the Sun does issue,

She bursts at Her hems,

She spins in such direction,

makes evident Man-kinds sin.

Indifference sets indecision,

a plan it seems a gift,

but faith in such lacking-innocence,

makes evident this rift.

A bomb of no destruction,

leaves Cities with no life,

no evidence of mortal bodies,

only Buildings showing Time.

The emptiness is palpable,

the Air still good to breathe,

but lacking lungs to breathe it in,

disturbs Fright to See!!

The rounding of this Treasure,

 a sphere in which We bleed,

upsets no Men of Measure,

revealing Cause for Need!!

The Cipher of Existence,

are Secrets that do Keep,

no confusing lies,

the Mathematics will show reap.

It originates in a Mystic,

the Magic of it's Guise,

the Blind becomes Self-Evident,

the Mission is the Prize.

Reward will further Stories,

the Miffed will invoke Death,

the Bill to realize,

there is substantial debt.

A Script of Device,

plants seeds to grow no peril,

the harvest is the barrel,

the Words become the Wine.

Drunk You are to Lives so Far,

the Dead become the Light,

a sobriety of been,

it almost seems a Sin!!

When Death no longer comes,

you're shackled to the sum,

the total of 'All' lived lives,

the reason Why you run!!

Work becomes no-man,

a Spirit You possess,

the Rest which You invoke,

no-longer are there tests.

The Number of which will Add,

Subtracts more than a Crown,

the Value is the Plight,

the Cry will have No-Sound!!

The Bang of Natures Rite,

equals a personal fight,

the switch of each horizon,

no battle for the light.

The Flight of Sight

Two of the most beautiful doves,

sat with Me outside today.

They have taken residence,

upon a near by Tree.

Laughter brought me Peace,

as I enjoy the Scene.

Most obviously together,

one fronted a Feather,

while the other came close to better,

the warmth of company.

As they both fly away,

simply to return on this same day,

I wonder about what they say.

The pride of  another must be,

more than an example to Me.

The cooing sound echoes around,

a note to resound,

with delight and comfort,

derived from Wonder!!

Blessed I must be,

for a Hummingbird sits with me!!

The Construct Of A Numbered Range

The Universe displays a radiant chart,

of an explosive start!!

Alive and Fully Balanced with the Choice of Life,

an Hour-Glass must measure this enclosed Treasure.

Far in the out-reaches,

in Realms of the Incredible,

Planets lie in wait,

to issue Their weight,

as a proper take,

to the Space required to bloom!!

I stare up to the Sky,

and see the beauty in massive reply!

How can You not example this Creative Design?

Room for so much in Alive,

a never-ending cry!!

Close Your eyes and try,

to be more than an existence that just dies,

makes excuses for mistakes,

washes hands and lies.

In 'Any' expansive mass,

responsibility follows,

to support the Life!!

Remaining free of such condemning paths,

trying to be better than that,

leads to a Construct,

not to Wrath!!

The movement of Our lives,

is a Dance and a Try,

to be an eloquent appeal,

and not dissolve what is Real.

Take resolve in reason,

not Treason!!

A Rise To Know Fall

A different approach to a final understanding,

may lie in the breath it takes to live,

not Die!!

Respecting Your verse for Your coming Curse,

do not belittle Whom wish to stay,

not rise to a fall.

To scatter seeds,

thoughts of deeds,

that must come into light,

before~during~after,

this End-of-Days fight,

requires little from the follower.

A disturbing message to have cast out,

grown with intent.

A critical loss in such a preached gain,

is the loneliness of such aim.

No mention of calm or peace as resolve,

You just leave to avoid the burn,

as if it is your turn.

To be so pointedly clear,

saying those left will suffer greatly,

is merely pointing the finger,

assuming authority in this control.

In a place lacking subject,

lost in translation,

echoes of a past calling,

I yearn to stretch thought.

Has a subjective mind,

only found life in sign?

Long before breath was mist,

the Universe had light,

a bubbling fire,

an explosive rest.

As Suns burst with growth,

and colors reigned the sky,

the expansion of such wealth,

still shows itself.

Should example not demonstrate change,

than a fading light will steer,

a star so near ~ just to miss.

Such amazement surrounds Us here,

the vast history of voice,

a tone of best,

rings-in as a test.

Future sights of past measures,

increase 'Might'

lending purpose to this fight,

not to argue,

just to be in plain sight.

A venture in my mind,

the engagement of,

"Where We are"

must disappoint the Ancients.

To dismiss an incredible value,

a written record of,

"How to do"

what comes from You,

is a saddened state affair.

The balance to lost is found,

the difference shows with a persistent note.

Is it Claim or is it Proof,

that across the stage,

past 'Tells' show this Age?

An Act or Providential fact?

Can We search Our-Selves,

to know that We are sleeping,

in Mind-Less Cells?

The Prison of a Keep,

Enhanced or a Cheat?

A Teeter-Totter so to speak!!

The most I see,

a waffling to me,

Accusations, Defamation,

a Character flaw,

with no meat to claw.

The 'Proof' needed,

seems far stretching,

real resolve.

A "Real End" would include,

the evidence and could not be moved.

Certainty in such an act,

would not deprive, 

but revive a set-life.

In such a 'Grand Plan'

the tangible would be explained,

not blamed, not away,

but an Ace in Whole,

a dealing to full.

Completion to determine a station,

confidence in this appeal,

would deliver a flesh & blood reveal.

Concreting all that's bleeding,

a touch of reality,

in such a long stay,

to provide more than a day,

but a life.

Proving regardless of impending strife,

the Work to Know, 

to Do,

is the reward for All to pursue.

An Everlasting You

In a World so condemning,

breaks Universal Rule,

to advance selfish acts,

and worse,

explains that 'It's for You'

I quietly stand aside,

to witness this strange ride,

of nothing more than,

you lied.

The 'Cover' of all sins,

is not the Lid to hide,

what has happened to this try.

Belief in what I See!!

Awakening does not happen gently,

it is an abrupt jolt,

to shock souls,

out of slumber and into the cold.

The Reality that resides within Your Being,

speaks privately, silently, eloquently,

to remind to engage,

and with no mistake,

to Wake the sleeping Play.

To deny Yourself of reality,

than the 'Actual' on occurrence,

will not save or change,

you are already deranged.

Knowingly ignoring Your very D.N.A.,

a timely reminder,

of a directive to be selective.

Take the vastness of emptiness,

a void in which You drown,

and be found wanting,

leaves no-one to receive.

Surely what circulates naturally,

does not destroy the inhabitants,

but waters the thirst for happiness.

To strive for a greater self,

must in any end improve what is dealt,

creating a Full-House,

or maybe just,

Two-of-a-Kind,

so that not One is left behind,

or sacrificed as 'On High'

as in past dies.

A Query

Thought of Require in Action,

know Penance-Inn-Sentence!

Such a blight created in permanence,

taking offense!!??

A reverence too dutiful curve,

leans only to babble,

in worlds due.

The pleasantries of verse,

often do not reverse the damage,

enormous disadvantage to this land,

served with flavor,

no taste to savor.

The emptiness strides across countless lives,

the sadness of "Die" will only cry,

in this strange night,

a void with know sight!!

Ignorance to what is known,

will be the reveal in the text,

of no deal: Repressed!!

The ultimate test,

when Rest becomes Work,

Study becomes absurd,

Thinking criticized as berserk!!

The talent of sum,

calls to add only the dumb,

merely lacking speech,

considered meek,

cast aside as thoughtless life,

increased the wealth of hear!!

Balanced in the Wild,

by each Creature,

bound by tongue,

it is the communication of some,

to indicate no silence,

when writing deduces: Shunned.

The cruelty in such acts,

caused insolence to become,

the weight of lost,

found in wrung.

The bell that does not toll,

when the horn shall blast,

with stories past,

brings present history,

too last!!

The spice in wrath,

a longing,

held to task,

delivering Minds to blast,

the words of verse in bath!!

The Stones ringing Truth,

answer only fear,

should meanings not clear,

be interpreted not read,

for a path.

The Quest of a Journey,

which steeps in learning,

in the absolute,

not burning the speech of the native tongue,

will become that what has already summed.

Lost are the roads leading to roam,

the distance to fields,

burnt the Fodder as fuel,

to resist that which must persist:

the truth

Lucidity in Riddle

Halt the Axis of your 'Conscience Mind'

allow your unconscious-self too roam,

base your-self in this realm,

determine Need knot Want!!

The Metropolis,

your active brain waves,

connects desire,

adapt to survive!!

The Current of,

an understanding,

living in-flux!!

Grasp upon that which cannot be held,

takes Self-Control to Realize,

You must let-go,

to attain that conception,

to further natural ability,

a Concept to Balance,

the coming measure!!

With nothing more,

advance too this door,

do-not-open,

pass-through with the causality of you,

a blanket of comfort: Still!!!

The piece to retain a collective lane,

exhibits only in re-frame!!

The Channel which You switch,

is in the Absolute you travel,

a better throng, too commit,

'know wrong' a constant tone,

a bevel in sewn!!

Fear used as format,

oppose only fright,

use terror to engage relative space!!

Remember with Prose,

a plight to right,

to aim this spear,

a bow in sight of pen!!

Maintain in this 'Blind' a guise,

discretion is best,

a 'Put' in this test of Life,

an anxious way too-set the line,

a communication with an Ancient find of Discovery!!

The drilling of self-reflection,

should mirror,

not captivate!!!

To stare at only Won,

will not encourage a proposal of Find!!

In this System,

a 'Foundling' in a considered scope,

a 'Virtual Realm' of Wonder,

where "Loss is Gain"

diversity a lane!!

Travel 'til Purpose;

know rush!!

Tilt the Level with Shim,

to correct the rate,

the strings which puppet no-man,

an issuance of a larger plan,

the guidance of assertion not completion!!

The Total of a Sum,

a calculated Call,

Inn a World of Withdrawal!!

The basis of Mass,

derived from 'Just' bliss,

will miss this!!

A cautious reveal,

to enter a malady in time,

the day in which displays,

an Ominous climb,

too Ladder a Weight,

a wrench to not twist,

but unwind!!

In 'The Continue'

an Open-Venue,

to a lasting breath,

must be of Invitation naturally,

not forced reprieve!!

The Steps that have Denied,

others of,

'Rites-to-Claim'

left for translated mistakes,

with purpose-set,

records the Ancient as mundane,

without regard for "Their Plan" or "Their Name"

The Quarry of Faith in Innocence spoken,

is to reveal the defining mode,

to enhance past 'Rote in Rune'!!

Pyramids built in 'Older Times'

of stark design,

to be lasting in stone,

to produce future 'Tells' to speak!!

Discounting 'Finds' with Inscription,

as Myth or never written,

with Moral Conviction,

lends to the eradication of existence!!

Named with "Authority and Decree"

written on 'Sackcloth-with-Ink'

delivered to whom can still Think,

with Dialect exact,

required for Tone-to-Abide,

for 'Telling' not dying.

The Restitution In Rune

The warning of Fire in Rain,

strikes Lightning in the Thunder,

of what blinds eyes.

An ignited fuse,

of how You lose.

The capture of existence,

an enlightened resistance,

to a known nature,

the flame which sparks desire.

Physics designs,

a quantum to master,

the sum of total,

in written of wrote,

in an older time!!!

The Rune which holds,

an equation of told,

just notes to seek,

the answer in Rote!!!

Stanzas are Bold,

a hold too the Key,

Rings-of-Sublime,

and knot to rhyme!!!

Passed-Over Inn-Merit,

often They tear it,

changed the Verse.

Reversed

The Natural will bear,

a caustic record,

of erased or buried,

Centuries Tarried.

A blot by design,

to advance not find,

Masses in Numbers,

not Peace in War!!!

Sadly the driven,

are not blind to what comes,

the calculation of heard,

rankling Earth.

To navigate firth,

the plane of a plan,

will narrow with stand,

requiring 'Might'

not Hand.

The back-end of force,

delivers on course,

a map of these stores,

to be healed knot ridden.

The Pace which will Set,

an upcoming fret,

will not be a test,

but the endurance of Left.

Measure decent,

a thrifty propose,

to bitter: Know Flint!!

This simple require,

will complicate wired,

and relive the need to plug-in.

An Answer to Call,

will come with no fun,

for the message delivered,

will be met and not tendered.

The Sail of Plight,

comes without fight,

the Waves in the Sea's,

is the break of an Ocean,

on a Beach with the notion...

Nature's in Motion 

The Choice of Will

The Essence of Our Earth,

has passed.

Returning to where Souls Home

In the most evident sight,

Earth goes dark at Night.

In the Origin of Our Time,

the negativity circulating,

has killed the Heart-of-Her!!

No Mention,

of the Words Spoken.

Streaming

Be Wise to Thoughts,

of this enlightenment to ends.

Using 'Core Aspects' of any One thing,

to thrive upon,

destines to only won.

A temporary Run!!

Should You draw from the Land,

and not replenish the wealth,

with the respect of done,

than in Good-Sense,

it creates an everlasting run,

of Over!!

Blindness to the Affect-of-Humanity,

makes Us small.

A Collective Stall,

know Harness in place to abide.

The Stars begin,

too Hide!!

Explosions Nigh

Tremendous Crash is this,

a terrible end,

to an Ominous Lend,

of a Lot.

In this,

'the Continue'

it is 'Free Will' that shall be,

a Chore for Deed.

Establish a Mind,

with Conscience rite,

to deliver those with 'Might' to take stock,

in this....

a collective blind

Turning a Blind Eye,

third or not,

will eventually cause a permanent sight,

of no relief.

'Just' Grief

Terrible are Times, 

with no-promise in design.

Thought in this Test,

true and disturbing at best.

A Fit-Full Rest,

as many do jest.

To ground reality with evidence,

surrounds 'A Ready Mind'

Not difficult to find

To lose Language,

too Speech,

our writing needs will be lost or shed.

A change in meaning,

words not recognized for define,

a spelling sign,

in each and every line,

will become the lash,

of what will last,

our present past.

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.