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'!!

The 'Ruler' Shall Reign In An Appropriate Forum In The After

the Failing of Tomorrow's Way's,

will 'Cause the World's Religions',

to raise question of,

"What to Do?'

In a World,

full of Negativity & Sane.

The Eventual View of Christianity,

it's 'Call to being Insane',

will be

what makes the Spiritual Reign...

"....down upon each and every one of your Manor's."

No Longer,

will it be a 'Secular Rule,"

of, do it, or....,

"You Will Be Due,"

a christian verse of RUDE.

KNOW!!

...it shall be a brotherhood of,

 'Titanic Men.'

The Fall will be You,

Understood,

in addition to should.

As Women Cry Foul,

a Lady will Accept,

with Gratitude and Grace,

this New found Lead.

She shall No-Longer,

live in Fear & Guilt,

of All that is so,

Very, Very, Near.

A "Conscious Choice,"

to obey as oppose to rebel.

Men,

will cast down upon the fanatic,

a Knew Rule.

A Choice of Due

To Cast-Out,

Amongst these Men,

shall not be Pearls to Swine,

rather,

Gems to Shine.

Lighting the Path,

to the Enlightened Ones,

a well & kept secret to hide.

..or Run, in My Case.

No more Mouths,

to Spout such a Blare of,

" I won't Tell!! "

Know,

for the 'Gag Ball'

shall be their belle,

and it Tolls the Eleventh Hour done.

It has thus waned,

Creating a Time with "No Measure."

To Counter the Thought of Sage or Seer,

I Exclaim,

' a natural affair,'

between not one but,

Two Flames,

of dare.

Oh My Dear Bluntie,

You might get Sum,

after Fall of...,

all that have deceived their Stay,

with denial of the existence of such a beautiful sight.

A Global Review,

of,

Due; Over.

(wink)

~

The Pope says,

"Hello"

The Dali-Lama is Retired.

And,

the Muslim Brother-Hood,

stated,

"You are My sibling in Review."

not rivalry, but new.

~

I,

! Prey Thee !

an endless yet,

lofty begin

'The Why' Does Not Confuse Me, Rather Eludes You....

The Words that People Spew,

are the Garbage,

of what Humanity never Cleans-Up!!

Clinging to Obsessiveness,

making You liable,

for Speech-Itself.

To be Sorry,

for such Foul Demonstrations,

of Your,

Poisonous Verse,

is not Only Counterproductive to Thought It-Self.

In addition to that statement,

I include this also.

Admission of Your Guilt,

uttering such Ill-Repute in the First Place,

is a selfish-state of affairs,

not 'An Apology,'

to repair.

To Destroy,

with such Exact & Pointedly Clear Attacks,

is just Offensive,

not deadly in the end.

That which does not kill Us,

makes us 'Better.'

Rage to Recover

An Affair of the Throw

ISIS

the Moon of the Stars!!

Peering down,

as 'she' moves across our lit sky,

I Sigh.

As I seek all but her Vail,

I Ponder in her Wonderment.

The Vast yet Spacial Design,

of our universe,

aligns itself with Death,

a Reprieve from a Listless Life,

of knot.

the very daily venture of such Awe,

inspiring this Muse,

collecting the Tangle of it's Inhabitants,

making a Web of Deceitful Lies;

I stare.

To gain Insight,

into a View of the Ages,

is truly miraculous,

in Nature.

A Sight to Behold,

not turn from,

to Say,

"Oh, Well, It's the Moon."

Truth be Known!!

I guess,

not to often,

but,

I'm Supposing,

You are correct in an Off,

but Beat-Up Manner.

The very Sense,

of such Bewilderment,

Wilds the Inner-Me to Know,

I am Wild,

in whole.

A State of Being,

not a Fractious Accord.

The Sum of Ones-Self,

can be found,

should the Belief of Acceptance,

be Understood.

To Quarter,

oneself,

would be an ambition to assume,

the corrections in your wrongs.

Or,

a simple division of Your,

Known Divisive Guilt,

of the unknown becoming 'knew.'

An Uncomfortable Tale of Woe,

not completion.

To "See"

.....the beauty that is Our surround,

instead of filling what you 'Say' is not there,

with a Negativity or "Your" Foul Blare,

would indeed be a 'Call to Arms,'

and not an,

"Oh Darn!"

An Everlasting Appeal of,

'Shut the Fuck-Up'

&

Listen to Your Man,

or for that matter:

"Listen to Men!!"

In The Sight of The Absolute

Drawing Closer to this,

'The Continue'

Excitement fills,

this Girl of a B.D.S.M. Require.

Can You Know?

the Begin of Your End?

I can!!

WOW:)

As You disrespect,

Snub & Discount,

more than 1000 Years of Reign,

I gladly speak:

666 is RULE

The Beast in Me,

says ever so gently,

'good luck'

for not One,

let a lone Four,

stop to HALT,

 Your...

 !! NOW !!

Welcoming Neptune,

I say, 'how fortunate this girl must be.'

A Tactical Sine,

of All that WILL BE.

Shut-OUT?

the Eventual,

'rule of thumb'

 &

KNOW, that a stick is Measured in Love,

not the Complications of Rulers.

Ask?

not Your-Self,

that is surely,

'too late.'

Met with a Singular Sight of True,

I know,

this is MY Independent View of All of You.

Catch Me?

(i think knot.)

I Believe,

'No Way!!'

a only Rite,

is a Stand made,

not a 'Might'

Turn Aside and be familiar,

with

'I Am Fast,'

never to be caught.

Put down or Told,

I may NEVER....

here I go.

To Ascend Alone:)

A daring flight,

when not One Person,

has Stood in an Audible Tone,

to Say,

'No Way'

Yea, I know!! 

LOL

SEE YA,

in the Darkest Fare,

of Glacial Stars,

of Fun.

After-Care?

Who needs the dream,

when Lairs & Dungeons,

out of Eclairs?

and

they are ALL over Their.

Gotcha Good,

on this my Ware.

A Win,

not a Where,

LOL;)

GOOD LUCK,

'cause I'd rather be a Blast of 'Oh,'

than the RIP of Any of Them.

Cheers to Men!!

Salute,

B.D.S.M.,

and say, 'O.K.'

'cause that is my Fair!!

I 'NO" myself,

free to reign,

on my own parade.

Neptune Speaks,

to be Scene,

A Play for Position,

not small,

rather First.

In the Line,

'To Begin,'

this Show.

A. B. C. & Z,

or

1, 2, 3, & Go!!

December 21st, 2012

Love Zeus 

See Ya Boys

Rear Viewing Of Seen, Knot Taught!!

' What is Coming; Has Already, Begun '

~

In no Time,

for it has Accepted,

an End.

Of Know Delight,

for Sin has,

Driven Yet Again!!

Into,

 the Tomb of Been.

The Entry of,

my Now Friend,

has Announced,

an Exit to Begin.

The Beat Of A 'Knew Drum.'

In This,

Beating a Stride,

it has,

Hit a Turn.

To Over-Come,

your Indifference,

to the Ignorance of Stupidity;

Which should,

cause Discomfort,

not Pain!

As Respect,

to the Impending date,

Three-Rings Show.

Not One,

but Two, have been shot:

Straight through Too!!!

What Shall Be The Plea?

Challenge difference?

In this, the Reign of Religious Repair,

in a faith-less gulch is,

the Spirituality.

Lacking the Eyes,

that Sight with Liberty,

knot bondage of the sadists lair.

The Chains & The Leather,

curb binds not Mouths.

But Men,

to the Freedom,

needed to ,

Experience a Masochistic Ware.

Of What Manipulation?

or is it dare.

Entering the Blast,

of Know Past.

Here Our Cantankerous  Lie

of; Due!!

Relief may have been found,

mourn knot our End.

Find 'Lucky' in this,

it is charming,

in the Display of,

'My Turn to Yule my Tidings to Men'

Responsive to this Writ,

not yet: Rote.

Scene Stealing Hack,

add-in,

this Removal of All DAT!!

To Re-Create,

what will be,

to an Un-Ending Reign,

of what already may be; You; I:

And,

the Acceptance of,

NOW!

'12-21-12 has all but begun'

Four to Saddle,

pairing Too!!

Collective of Rehearse,

an Active & Ready,

Curse;

TWO SEE!

An 'Occult' of,

the Need,

tomorrow Arrived,

in Thirst of,

Yester-Day.

KNOT YEAR

Post Script:

'There exists in the world today, and has existed for thousands of years, a body of enlightened humans united in what might be termed, an Order of the Quest. It is composed of those whose intellectual and spiritual perceptions have revealed to them that civilization has secret destiny..

The outcome of this 'secret destiny' is a World Order ruled by a King with supernatural powers.

This King was descended of a divine race; that is, he belonged to the Order of the Illumined for those who come to a state of wisdom then belong to a family of heroes-perfected human beings.'

Manly P. Hall 33° Mason, The Secret Destiny of America

Just 'Cause

I fear that the day has arrived.

Thereupon, that Fear, shall stifle,

 your very breath,

 into Freeze.

The bind that is the Vice,

 resting in the grip,

of the Twist,

tightens in the Minds of Men,

to release the Enlightenment of,

Man Himself.

To Say differently would be the Irreverence,

that has been shown,

with obvious note,

"didn't you take the garbage out yet"

"it's your fault...!! we don't have more money 'cause of YOU!!!"

"if YOU had only DONE what I TOLD YOU to do, WE Wouldn't ...blah, blah, blah"

and lastly,

just as examples of the words bled by Women.

"You're a SORRY EXCUSE FOR A MAN!!!...' & who are you sleeping with'."

As Women blame,

the evidence UN-Scene,

I hate the Words I hear, Here.

Should a Ladyship have only been achieved,

the appreciative nature of what they receive without Taxation,

then they may believe in an Order that Life should have already had,

let Alone maintained & Cherished.

Hence....

enjoying that Safety,

surely it would have provided,

to the Confused State of Humanity.

At this time of such Complicated Understanding,

of What?

The Dignified Order of Exist,

let alone Live without Controversial Strife & Sin!!

Just is...

....and will be,

 in the Simplicity,

of 

"What will Be".

Change not Yourself,

change not Your Mind,

nor,

change Your Being.

Rather,

Know that Choosing,

 is a Luxury.

Coming to a Sinful Demise,

for the Balance of Men.

To make evident the Disobedience,

towards,

 each & every,

 Man and/or Guy.

Regardless of their Choice.

Cryostasis Of Watching Death. A Study of Wealth? or An Observance Of Self

\

The Molecule that is in what we know Ice to Be,

is Rich with what We need;

"Flavor of Emotional Tact, called, 'Death'."

The Talent to leave Expression as Vulnerability,

is False.

Misunderstood by All,

a need for correction is Imminent!

It is not the ability, 

that is the balance.

Rather the assumption of,

bypassing the reason in.

Attracted to a strange & lurid Site,

should distract pause,

to implement purpose.

For the Origin of Wealth.

Curiously, 

You & Others are drawn into,

what Appeals the Need,

to be infected,

by beauty!!

The Starling Picture,

comes when Water is placed in a freezing State.

It is an Odd Affair to Study.

For,

Life Itself seems under Fire.

Should you be observing,

in a Scientific Order,

the Stage's of Water's Evolve,

to a Glaciology Freeze.

Being A Life,

giving a source of love to you.

Are You not enjoying,

the Finished Freeze with Delight?

By Process,

of Explosive to Varied States,

of illness and/or sickness an/or environment,

as you refer.

Is this an End of Times Prophecy,

of

Expectoration,

 on "Deadly Designs."

Guess It Is Time To Remind, It Will End!!

The World is not for You,

should your Internal Wars come into Knew.

The Pouring of Doubt and Negativity,

spills from your Mouths and are the only words I see.

Find your clarity within the confines of your own mind,

don't bleed all over Mine!!

To spread Eternal Views of  Ecclesiastical Tales,

of Do or Die.

Is only the Repetitious Noise made by followers of Ploy's,

handing an opportunity to all of us girls and boys.

Thank you.

As you misrepresent what is left,

 to guide your morality into a lit room,

so we may witness,

 what has become so hideous,

 YOU!!

Don't stop yourself on the account of,

 you are found out or "Why."

Just do.

The lies that You perpetrate on Sunday,

and practice on Monday,

to Act upon on Tuesday,

Perform on Wednesday,

Repent on Thursday,

to Ready Yourself for the Lie you'll tell to cover Yourself on Friday,

as You live a life of Perversity on Saturday,

to end your week on ......

...exactly when does your week end or begin?

Seemingly it is in a great cycle of blend,

one day into the next and then with eventual tricks,

covering nothing but the Tracks you have left.

I'm so bored.

A Change is not the same as Begin Again,

a Tribal Sin.

Because they never found one,

it just ends, sadly for everyone.

At least that has been our past,

and since it seems to be repeating itself again,

why not just rejoice and no that there will be,

A NO WIN SITUATION,

for you, not me.

For this is all about your Religion,

and I am stuck in no decision.

Check-MATE!!

He will WIN again!!

The Sum Of A Deed In Hell's Humanity

When the Red Sea's blow over-head,

you are now Long-Dead!

The Noise that will Counter the Moon-less Sky,

can be seen in the Men of Ayes,

you shall not be Dead but are not Alive!!

The Fruitless Bloom of the Spring in Winter,

is the Solstice on No-One, but Few!!

A Wretched End to No Begin,

is the bloodless marriage of just when.

A Continuum is What Will BE,

only Once in History.

For after that.....Destruction Rules,

as Creations Tool to Heal from Humanity.

An Endless Drool.

To Look back Once,

is Twice you see,

but Blind you are to that.

In Fact,

in that which argue's this mere thing,

is where you'll hear the words to sing..

"God Damn"
or
"Fuck That!!"

As ground is the wet bog that saturates the unfaithful sod,

so shall you be the Sponge to clean the Deed Owed to,

Mother Earth and her Prodigy.

This Pain, Its Knew!!

As an Independent begins to Stand,

fall not upon your ignorance to plan or plot.

Simple Presence,

 forces out of the Locked-Up Religious Minds of the time,

contemptuous actions for blatant pleasures.

Be not scarce,

hide not amongst your Peers,

for "It" states with a strong tongue,

"you shall be judged."

I rage for sake,

a healthy reaction to your mistake

by stealing my kids,

can't replace the Years you take.

Lied to friends,

who are they in the end?

Enablers to this alienation,

a Curse could not have been worse.

Loneliness is a new....

Begin!!

Inside of my hurt,

there is disdain,

there is pain,

 but there is no You!!

A small and favorable point of view to share,

because you knew and never cared.

The Truth Of Consequences

The Belief of Yesterday was in Tomorrow.

Speaking of your past can Foretell your Future.

To be in a place when friends become bait,

hit delete, not erase,

for it is only a Fool's mate that would call for your end.

Keep close the Liar.

Keep closer the Lie.

For in the Playing Field of endgame,

I declare Check-Mate.

Haul the Aim in upon the Fool,

that thought to make,

what was only a Fake move,

or a Blind Call.

A Loser's Game of,

"Know End."

King's Pen,!

INKED.

At Will

The Baying Moon gives up to soon

when she fly's across the Naked Sky!

I often Ask "Why" leave us for the sun?

The alarming nature of the raw appeal,

she burns from within.

Exploding in every sphere,

threatening all that is near

One Day will be her end,

simply another nuclear begin.

Just when,

Twelve-Twenty-One,

a day of....

"don't run!!"

and A Year of...

Begun.