To the Master of Lean... I Report

A raw sense of desire reaches into the 

Darkest Lair of Dare.

To Cuff the Hand of Deliverance..

from Common Fare,

is a shame.

Close yourself off to what peeks,

the Mind of Men.

Entering Realms of Unconventional Shares,

only condemns the blinding light,

that issues a final flight from life.

A flare of what creates the shape of a Thought of When,

starts your heart and will tingle your begin to be.

To speak with a Voice of Silent Record,

opens the values of the;

Weight of Time!!!

We have been!!

Shall We be Again?

Closed off from the freedom of a mere adventure,

of  simple lustful desire.

I question the Stand of All.

Are we Sacred to the Quiet?

So behind, in the Hidden Scene,

one obliterates reason with the Lies of Desire, for obtain?

Yet.

In open venue of the Forum of Now,

denied is the pleasure of what you have claimed as,

"Faulty Minded"

as your appeal of never did wanes in the night air of done.

I Ask.

Know your Covetousness'?

As you are contrite and without honesty as a compass in your life.

Do not partake in what is not a Sin,

to only turn and cast disparaging remarks on...

'cause you've already been.

A Plight for Rare Difference.

The Frill

Standing at the gates of Hell,
stating that which facts,
the way I am or wish to say,
am feeling in a State of Black.

I wish to carry-on,
with that which Sings the Song.
A Tune with character,
a musical whim, it isn't very long.

A time and place it seems
to bury everything.
Go and visit, place for peace,
a person, place or thing.

Upon your entry in,
do not carry Sin.
For if you're One, pay the Debt,
and wish the best Old Hymn.

I know no other time,
to speak in such a rhyme,
I wish to go & state;
Leave me I'm mistaked.

Taking back my birth from Earth?
A thing I cannot do for you.
So I must say, "I'm not your play."
Wish for something new.

I'm sick from all your words,
the things I cannot tell.
The threats are ill,
and, wishes still,
for my death has caused me so much unrest,
that peaceful must be still.

Bury not for I am a lot.
I need to breath the air, fraught!
Exhaustion takes the till.

Good Luck with all you've done.
I hope for you no one,
maybe the light will be the way and hope shall shine on some.

I've lost internal will.
My choice is not my own.
Secrets kept have made me: Wept.
I want not much, I run.

A Law of Lurid Reveal

I see in the sight of thought,

a Lair of the Master's Fight.

On the Walls hang:

"The Scrolls of How"

"The Desires of Trust"

"The Life to Wise"

&

"The Duty to Please"

A decree of "Old Art."

The Artistry declared in archaic sound of the night.

Bow never to clever,

for in Real you will know.

The touch of the tips of whips as reward;

For a job well done.

Lost you are in the after-math of a journey,

to see what will be.

The Doors of Life have opened in the Sight of Mind,

under the break-out of Command.

Searching through each view,

you may become confused in your own desire to stay.

A Wipe-Out of Kind!!

Riding Waves of Strange.

Etched into me.

I never scream, I stare.

I swim into the Lakes of Show me,

and give-way to what I SEE.

DO WE GO TO STAY?

Oh, Yes, I say.

No need to fetch me back from this dream of a separated, 

Reality of Believe.

To bring the Light of Might into the 

Caves of Mans thought.

Traveling through Teams of Must,

I give no trust.

For you would stop this girl for 

Sake of Touch.

After-Care a Bust!!

Let fly the Ones who leave this,

Terrestrial Plane of Painful Hurt,

of what has been done.

Tell no Dungeon, Master or Sir,

of an active appeal on the run.

In plain sight to go through,

Doors of Multiple Draw.

My Green Path,

so cleverly mowed,

with a park bench,

to lend that End of Stop has disappeared.

To only know of the next rise within myself.

To know an explosive start, 

to Clear the Deck of Reason.

To remain grounded in form,

brings the Piers of the Oceans Portal's

to Dock upon:

The Shifting Shape of Time Talking.

A casual approach to a 

Galaxy of Wonder.

With no Atlas Support,

is only for an Adventurer of Lost.

Faithless trust of so much More.

Leave Me....

In-spite of ......

My own devices of Never Shown

produce a concern for the Watchers of Right.

For I am by no mistake,

letting go to Feel the Breeze in the Storm.

This Flight of mine!!

There is No Contest!!!

I do: A Chivalrous split.

I Remember You

Past Life lyrics

Do you remember we spoke

Together on our last night

This was in our past life

I remembered you

Do you remember we said

We'd be together in our next life

We were gonna end up all right

I remembered you

But you looked right over me

I stalled now they're asking for the last call

But you don't seem to recall anything of me

But I remember we swore we'd be together in our next life

We were gonna end up all right

I remembered you

But you don't remember me

Remember you had blue eyes

Deeper than the blue sky

The fullness of your true smile

I remembered you

Do you remember we said

we'd be together in our next life

We were gonna end up all right

I remembered

How come you don't remember me?

From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/m/mikey-wax-lyrics/past-life-lyrics.html 

A Tale of the Essential, The Query of a B.D.S.M Require

Take me into the deep of your Mind's Sight.

Let me follow that Streaming Thought of Seductive Detail.

Allow the piercing of your Night Stare direct Me.

Be my Guide of Erotic Interest.

Breath me in and expel that Dream out upon my life.

Let me be that Tale of Knot!!

Complicating your Reality with the Priceless Prowess to do with you what no one will.

Tell Me.

Simplify my Silence in the depths of understanding my plea to be bent in the direction of your thought.

Not undeniable.

Plausible difference is an Outreach to Beseech your need in my want.

Shall We?

Dance in the Presence of the Third's-Eye View

of that tangible Eternal Flame

of Fire Itself!!

The Dragon's Blink with Clue.

Journey on this Quest of Life's Answers.

Be not afraid to scream with an Internal Voice of Might.

Fight the Fear of descending the stairs of Dungeons and Lairs.

Be relieved to know what you cannot,

for you only muster,

"I don't."

A Curious Lie

Two Roam To A Soul Life of One!!

A look at that which is not easily seen.

Causing a pause inside of Me!!

Just to See such an incredible sight

lends my life towards a higher purpose.

The Venture of such a Journey,

resides as a Byway to my life's Quest;

I go West!!

I beseech You to Hear.

A distant cry!!

Where there is no fear!!

Just a curious One,

looking for a Planetary Verse,

where twins are souls split in two for the random end of Ascend.

Do I stand at such command?

The mere venture of such an amazing trip

has been worth the Never-Ending hurt of why.

The growth made within my missing Knight,

who has been far from my presence for all life's,

has ensured a best friend I do have

in the space of eternal views.

To speak ill of such oddness in a plan

would cause my own demise.

Therefore, I realize,

it is in the pain I shall discover my missing......

Blink!

A Planet sings to an Old Soul Maker of When.

The Flame that burns blue with the Truth,

 engages its right to breath the Essence of Life. 

Excites the wisdom of Solar Bliss,

surely he must rule all of this.

A Treasure of Glad crosses my Path

in all of the Tomorrows, I go.

In this,

celebrate No End,

 of what shall be in the ....

Always of Now!!

The Begin

The Law Of Attraction: A Twin Flame Burns

....excitement fills my vessel full!!

Decisions made, deals blown.

I saw what was; 

I dreamt it too.

Could it be, really You?

In spacial awareness of what was,

I chose the sight of men, not blood.

Headed towards a sightly deed.

I do not contract, I just See.

I watched, I listened, then I saw;

Men of difference, men aware.

Not monks, not hate,

but love out there.

Turned about and said,

"I swear!"

Off like a shot in darkness "Know,"

it's tough to see any road,

but once you hit, you always say,

"Oh yea, I heard, I'm here to stay."

To be or not, is just what is,

but you have taught me an awful lot.

Here we stand on equal ground,

and yet it still seems so unsound.

Will you read my words I write?

Will you know me every night?

You said, "Fight" but not with fists.

You stay quiet, don't throw fits.

The time will come, we will meet.

Our paths shall cross, it will just be.

Carry onward, forward - be yourself,

it is us,

 that I do trust.

The Rare Account Of..

Imagine a twin soul planet,

a solar system support,

of what no one reports,

for Ancients are no more.

Old Souls are from a Galaxy next door.

What if a fool just shut the door?

If jealousy and assumptions made

destroyed the archaic innocent born,

replaced with made-up or forced belief.

Where could one find relief?

History speaks of natural sorts,

a source of youth; Origin supports.

Why then does change

bother you, putting you out of sorts?

Make Mythology in only one day?

I don't care or I won't say,

for wonderment is in this play.

I don't dream, I nightmare through,

fighting off what seems so cruel.

A constant stand,

I must make.

At least I ponder

that is no mistake.

So be a person or to be a thing,

choose with wisdom, freedom speaks.

To travel in fear of what may be,

is only disturbing when one can See.

Here Is A Toast To Life!! Cheers

Reach into the confines of memory.

Exercise a right of conviction.

Be not bound by a closed mind or denial of sight.

Look into the eyes of what will not blind your fight.

Purpose rests upon the lives that accept their more!

A World Of Reason To Begin Again!

Free to See or to be a "Seer"

Written on 2/12/08

First post on my Google Blog,

 The Secret of the Universe is Choice!

As you open your own eyes and begin to see the world around you in a way that you have never seen before, what do you do? I have always believed in this simple thought, if people were afforded the opportunity to truly "See", even if it were only for a moment, then in time they would leap at the chance to open their own eyes (minds eye). So believing this, I made myself a promise a very long time ago, or, should I say early on in my life, I don't want to sound old. Anyway, I promised myself that I would never walk by anyone without extending an invitation of kindness with a smile. I would smile and say hello, (simple but true) this may sound lame or stupid but I thought starting with simple courtesy would be something. When you don't know where to start, then you start with the simple and go from there at least that was the idea behind "Hello". In the beginning of my journey I had a difficult time communicating this invitation, mostly, the smile and hello was not working or I just did not know how to communicate at all. Then I could not understand why they could not see all the wonder of the world that was right in front of them, forget my stupid hello. The beauty that surrounds us always amazes me. I have to be totally honest; this made me wonder most of all. We are surrounded by wonder and people so unhappy, including me on occasion. I hate feeling unhappy or miserable about my life, so each day I wake up and say to myself, "new day, new footsteps for me to take in the world today, maybe I will skip out my front door or walk, maybe run, doesn't matter how I do it this morning, I going to do it happily because, I want to, I want to do it for myself in preparation for all the people that I may meet today."

It has taken many years for me to understand, worst of all, it has taken me years accept that some people, seems like a lot of people just do not want to see anything, regardless, if the eyes are in their mind or in their eye ball sockets in their head. They seem to want to remain blind to everything, have we become an apathetic society?

I used to believe or better put, you could say, "I used to think", maybe people do not want to "see" anything, even the things that seem to be blaring them in the face. Could it be that choosing apathy over sight was due to all the pain that it would cause their own heart and soul? I have to say to you, I am not sure that is it. My reasoning lies in this thought, wouldn't you have to first look at the problem to remember the pain, not simply not look or never look or decide to never "See". It is almost as if people have lost the eyes to see or do not have any eyes at all, no eyes to open or close, regardless of where they may be located, in their mind or eye sockets. How has this happened? Why has this happened? More importantly, how can you heal your own sight if your eyes are gone, replaced with apathy or worse, is now a simple void in yourself.
What is a void anyway? A void to me means an empty space but when I looked it up in the 1959 Webster New Dictionary this is the definition;

1) n. an empty space, a vacuum.

adj. empty, vacant, unoccupied; without effect.

vt. to make empty or vacant, eject; to make ineffective of invalid, annul.

Take a second or take a moment and ask yourself, "What does a void mean to you?" Are you seeing trouble in our world, do you ask yourself;

"What is happening?"

"Why does it feel like something is missing in our society?"

"What is missing?"

I took a look into my own Soul; I see the design of my own Heart. I can see an illustration of my own Life; it is a map of sorts, full of mountains, valleys, rivers and roads. All sorts of roads, there are freeways buzzing with thoughts that are racing through my mind. As I look more closely at myself, I begin to see the imperfections, as well as, the well worn paths; they seem to be the byways that run across, over, under and through this strange freeway system in my mind. Upon closer inspection of this different world inside of my mind, there are places alive with waterfalls, flowers, trees and pastures, green with new grass and then other places are the driest of Deserts. I can feel the hot air inside and the sun seems to beating me down, it is stifling, it is so incredibly arid. These are definitely the places I do not like to visit in my mind or think about, yet it seems that I am drawn to these places, why? Almost as if we enjoy being miserable in our day to day lives as oppose to choosing to being in all the beautiful parts of ourselves.
I believe that the reason we are drawn to such desolate in our selves is simple, we need to find a reason for the lack of rain or comfort in that spot. I look at these spots and ask myself,

"Was this a time in my life when I was lost and lonely?"

"Did I settle for the discomfort of the situation because it seemed to be company for my misery?"

Here is the answer I wrote for myself; I would like to share it with you;

The past is our lesson.

The present our teacher.

The future, an adventure, not yet had.

Learn by our lessons.

Receive the education.

Change the future.

Happiness lies in our hearts,

explore the depths,

shine a light into our cave,

and

know that Hope springs from the hands that sew our tomorrows!!

I am writing this for all the words that I never spoke to the people I passed in my life. I have a thought that would go with each one. Though care, nor love ever ruled in my life, my care and love has always been present. Sometimes, we or I cannot share our deepest emotional strife, but in each stare, when I missed the opportunity to be kind to another being, I write this for you. In each moment we are here together with one another, walking together side by side, realizing that in one stare lies so much of ourselves that is communicated to each other. Words are so simple, thoughts so complex, the journey that I have been on, has been a means to an end. I have learned and am still learning, "that finding the end has been the means for me to begin my journey."

I wrote this and I would like to share it with you;

Stand proud!!

Allow your posture to be your Voice!!

Then your words can be your grace!!

Remember,

Silence is golden, until is broken,

that is when you go Platinum!!

This is our heritage,

Freedom is priceless

and

will cost you everything

with

no promises.

yours truly, Anastasia

To Text With Intent and without Cause is a Sign of Trouble

After a Restraining Order precluded any communication for over three years, I have had to awake this morning to a brutal attack of text messages left on my Cell Phone.  I have had to turn my phone off due to the numerous calls and the constant harassment in the past three in a half weeks.  The onslaught of messaging picked-up in such a severe way after the loss of a dear friend, that it has become obvious that I am an open target for my family to fire upon once again.  With no relief in sight, I post on my Google Blog today, the messaging from whom said, "You should take a gun and blow your head off. It would be the best thing for the family."  Funny how appearances can be so deceiving.

Thursday, August 23, 2012 ~ 12:58 p.m.

"I believe you and Tamara talk of mom dying all the time because you both want our mother dead.  You both hate her so much.
God will forgive you for all your hatred and lies.
One day there will be love and blessings for our mother coming from your lips and in all you write, Karen Anastasia Placek and Tamara Sue Placek.
Love from your sister,
Sarah Anne Meakin."


Saturday, August 25, 2012 ~ 9:17 a.m. ~ My Reply To The Above Text.

"I would ask u what u r on about but the interest in anything u would have to say left many years ago.  Please do not text me again."


*Please be aware that the next 12 "Text Messages" which came in, in less that 1 hour, became quite frightening to me.  I have always been unsure of what or how to speak to my family, but most people do not understand why.  I would like you to read and know that why for yourself.  I never responded to any of these Text's, mostly because they came in so fast, but then, in the end and as usual, you become speechless.  

So, please read these "Text Messages" with great caution to your own well-being not mine.  For it really sent me for a loop, as it was unsolicited and quite shocking to read such a harsh review upon my own life.  I have since turned my phone off and am uncertain exactly how to handle what my younger sister has said to me today.  

It is extremely destructive and without any means other than to tear at your heart strings.  However the sadness I feel is for her, not I.  Regardless of this feeling I still must be wise in my actions and remind myself that Sarah is an adult, and, nearly Forty Years Old.  She is accountable for what she has said today.  

I believe this reaches far beyond sibling-rivalry and it certainly cannot be construed as child's-play.  I can only accept it as a threat and an example of what is to come from them in the future.

I am posting this today because I feel so unsafe in life itself.  

Saturday, August 25, 2012 ~ 9:20 a.m. ~ From Sarah Anne Meakin

"Please take down your Blogs.  Please stop your hatred of your own family members.  Please stop your lies.  Your heart and your life are worth more than hatred and jealousy and lies, Karen."


Saturday, August 25, 2012 ~ 9:23 a.m ~ From Sarah Anne Meakin

"Let love and forgiveness into your heart.
Remember the love and laughter and light.  Come out of the darkness and pain, come out of the torture of your deception.  Begin living and loving life."


Saturday, August 25, 2012 ~ 9:24 a.m. ~ From Sarah Anne Meakin

"I will not stop, Karen.  You are my sister.  You have involved me when you involved our Family, that includes you.  You are not alone.  You know this.  Stop your self hatred today!"


Saturday, August 25, 2012 ~ 9:27 a.m. ~ From Sarah Anne Meakin

"There is peace for you and love for you.  Find it, Karen.  No one is denied!  
Pray to Jesus, he waits to hear from you.  Open your heart and allow his love in.  You know how to do this.  Papa and Nana taught all of us.  Mom taught all of us.  Let the light of heaven stop the raging of Hell.  You are loved."


Saturday, August 25, 2012 ~ 9:47 a.m. ~  From Sarah Anne Meakin

"The tactics of a coward are not communicating, Karen.  Everything you just made accusations about are what you are doing right now."


Saturday, August 25, 2012 ~ 9:49 a.m. ~ From Sarah Anne Meakin

"You have a Family.  Stop your rejection and own up to your own heart.  Mom has always loved you.  You left her.  You came back.  Blamed her and hater her.  Now your publishing more hate and wondering why you're alone??"


Saturday, August 25, 2012 ~ 9:49 a.m. ~ From Sarah Anne Meakin

"You always have talked about "When mom dies."  It hasn't always been Tammy.  It's been you too."


Saturday, August 25, 2012 ~ 9:50 a.m. ~ From Sarah Anne Meakin

"So, Question: What will you do when mom is gone?  Who will you hate then?  Who will you blame then?"


Saturday, August 25, 2012 ~ 9:52 a.m. ~ From Sarah Anne Meakin

"And you do try to kill out mother.  You do it with your words, with your rantings, you do it with all your hatred.  Well guess what, big sis??  It won't work.  I stayed to protect our family.  You threaten Me??  Really?  For shame, Karen."


Saturday, August 25, 2012 ~ 9:59 a.m. ~ From Sarah Anne Meakin

"Oh, I get it!!  You hate me, don't you?  You're jealous of Me.... because I get to see and talk to mom everyday.  I get to hug her and hear her tell me she loves me, that's it!!  Well, you could too!
It isn't Rocket Science, Karen.  Get your hate and jealousy and dump it.  Mom is here, she loves you, she always has.  But, I won't let you hurt her anymore.  You have love?  Show it!  Take down the Blog's and stop hating yourself."


*This is the last Text.  It is extremely heinous and the comparison is beyond what I can even comprehend at this given moment.


Saturday, August 25, 2012 ~ 10:04 a.m. ~ From Sarah Anne Meakin

"Read the story about Jaycee Lee Duggard.  Listen to what she has to say, Karen.  After everything she endured, she has hope, love, and joy in her heart.  You can too."




* I was kidnapped twice as a child.  This has always disturbed me a great deal.  I was told the second time that I was kidnapped that I had been put back.  I have never known what this meant.  I do not care to delve into the subject.  The fact that Sarah has even compared me to a kidnapping victim, disturbs me on such a level of intensity that I can honestly say, I'm not sure about who is who, but I do know one Man that I have total and absolute confidence in.  He may not be in my life today, but he is real and I do not believe that he would participate or support such a destructive act in anyone's life.  For that I am grateful. 

The Wild Roam On The Plains of Life Itself!!

I hear the pain when people speak.

Do they realize what will be reaped by,

pointing fingers, interruptions, condemnation.

And, then they weep.

When and where does the path begin?

Not of healing, but of where you've been.

Before you look to see what can be,

should we not acknowledge the road of,

not so nice?

What we have done, what we have seen,

or won't our nightmares never cease?

To tell another Human Being,

relieves the pressure of mean.

Some believe, some will laugh.

Some people will bring even more reproach into your life.

Do not strife.

In difference, you will find what may direct.

In abstinence, you may feel a chance in this life.

You may have only one day,

but in forever....,

isn't this the chance we must take?

It is that first step towards our own existence,

 that will be revealed to us,

our need to carry through our purpose on this Earth.

Should we ignore?

Should we despair?

Should we pass and never dare?

Would we not end up in a snare?

Of Life? Of Death? In Present?

One by one, breath by breath,

the oxygen we inhale will be why we prevail.

Throw not to the wolves an opportunity of continuance.

Be what will be the example of excellence.

A Time To Tell

Karen Placek 

Jun 16, 2012 

I have a few books that I am in the process of doing,

1.) An Independent Mind, Knot Logic ~
2.) The Nine Understandings ~ In Process
3.) DEATH COURT

Meanwhile, I enjoy blogging on my Google Blog, The Secret Of The Universe Is Choice, http://thesecretoftheuniversechoice.blogspot.com/ .  I have found that expression of thought has given me strength of mind and reason to continue my vigil in this life.  Google has provided a venue to allow me the freedom to express myself without interrupting or taking from me, my own and very personal freedom of speech.  My gratitude towards their ability to allow us to post as we please without the worry or threat of censure, is overwhelming.  I continue to write what comes to mind.  First in a, or on a piece of paper or most usually a Composition Book.  Then without much editing, as I am sure most can tell, by my numerous grammatical mistakes, I re-write it onto my blog.  So, not only do I have my hard-copy but I have been able to share it with the World, all within the confines of my own Home.

Some would call this due-process, I will just say that it is in preparation for what I truly would like to do and have wanted to do for the entirety of my existence on this planet.  Speak.....on subjects that I know are important and that most find uncomfortable.  By taking one step at a time, I will prove to accomplish that which I set-out to do as a very young child from the '60s.