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.

The Distance of Instance

To Determine the Need for Change,

based on the society at hand.

In each Journey taken,

we are meant to complete.

A Set-of-Tasks!!

The further we go from our Source,

the more perilous the road.

Knot to return to Mine,

I Look,

too forward action!

Moving Across,

to reach destination,

consider circumstances.

Too Grow,

Our Understanding,

as to what we know.

The Steps we take,

are strides,

of no-delight.

Often fraught with failure,

requires moments of rewind.

Remind-of-Design.

I see no desperate attempts to save Earth,

a Quirk

or

her end?

Should you revolve to an idea of,

"We go 'Round"

than where do you plan to land?

The Endless and Mere Vast Space,

a carrier of this race,

is stymied with rough roads.

A direction of sent,

helps not,

when what 'You' thought,

is gone.

Take heed to this Note,

it plays a Major Key,

and 

resounds to silence.

Search not another,

but Yourself!

Borough down with-in Your Being,

discover Your cost.

Learn from Your surround,

for in a 'Death' to a 'Life' scenario,

it is not found!

It has been said,

directions are etched upon Your soul.

Study Them!!!

Be of Invitation!!

An Open-Mind is able to receive,

a Closed-One,

takes without need.

A Responsive Accord,

is an actionable load.

Lean towards growth,

knot a buried approach.  

Practical Deeds of Done

The Strangeness of Destiny,

brought a gentle hand.

Fate births Delivery,

require or purpose?

Deep or Sorted

the nature of encounter,

is difficult.

Desire

A walk on a high wire,

tension in balance.

A Lyre!!

As a desired hymn,

but the strength of found,

in a musical fare,

may have only been.

The Music Played

A piece I seem to know,

the Tune so Old,

an Ancient Introduction,

to what seems oddly,

so bold.

a plan

Should the proof be in the spirit,

or the writing in hand,

Ink leaves the Instance,

freshness with a stand.

To be an open invitation,

to experience a different lore,

I make strides towards interest,

to concrete my intentions.

To further 'Thoughts' mounting,

questions I bare.

A home in distant views,

the memory,

brings me tears.

I long for all the comfort,

nothing wrong was there.

The Love of Such,

I stare!!

The desperate Minds which keep,

and plant with seeds that sweep,

belief of what's not theirs,

has caused despair with age.

The formality of my conscience mind,

speaks with 'Thought Design.'

To etch a sketch,

a canvas of my being,

a portrait to be sorted.

To fetch a mortal existence,

and learn to live,

Resistance.

The missing action labors,

the breath of which is smothered,

may have only been.

I 'Look' into the deepest wells,

to find the springs of hope,

the babbling brook streams to rivers,

that just don't seem to flow.

The Waterfalls that Fell

The Pools in which I paddle,

no prevailing wind,

to calm the plight,

the drought of all that's been.

To Soak-In what was,

to bathe in my begin,

no lacking instruments,

I trumpet horns from then.

A distant place,

sadness was not known,

I accept this life,

this issuance of such,

to ascend as only One.

A miss was worth the 'Chance' of hit,

in the wilds of,

romance.

To value the worth of what was,

is the treasure I feel in what is,

to take a stab, or, make a play,

too motivate yourself to say,

what You believe,

not what you're told cannot be.

Delivers a brand new day

In an active appeal to heal,

not hang your head in dread,

or you may loose your way.

The 'Sight' of not what is or maybe right,

but what holds the promise,

of an even older 'Time.'

I know of a beautiful life

I was, I am, I will be again,

in amazement of all this then.

To prosper in an excitement,

a literal delivery of,

my last time,

 felt so long ago.

Now I Share Found:

my Life Path Number,

Nine,

my Destiny Path Number,

Eleven,
my Birthday Number,
Eleven

and My Personality Number,

Twenty-Two.

A release to be true,

not due.

~

Courtesy of: 

http://www.numerologyarts.com/free_numerology/

The Dawn of Reason: Weave !!

 

The level of a day,

is the balance that is made,

when a weighted approach,

is considered as a measurement,

not a torch!

In the depths of this reveal,

do not ignore,

Wrongs as Rites.

Dismissing Actions as correct,

due to desire of an equal outcome,

will only delivery more of the same.

In every grain of sand I see a beach,

exampling the Oceans Nature,

Wave!!

Tides do surge,

rising water pressures Dikes,

the impending 'Sees' approach,

fighting futile,

to succumb, certain death.

In Sted,

I continue in my begin,

to heal not win.

The Death In Flash-Back

Wretched Memories,

of moments past,

as a child survivor of hideous things!

Haunted by ugly times,

where breath escaped me.

As I Stood in Death

I Gasp, in Horror,

an anxious reaction,

to having none.

Fraught with the instant of haste,

I capture myself today.

Halted I Am!

What went wrong?

What had I done?

Little I know,

Small I was,

that Night I Passed-Over though.

Not to a Fall,

but to what I Saw!

Comforts Now!

While Standing,

in dead space,

I stared at me.

Lying dead until the Squall

To the issuance of late,

I Speak gingerly.

With guarded tongue,

I wait.

The Horror, the Fear,

tips this next gear,

shifting into Want

of a Peer!

With cautious Tone,

I lay with only Me,

Alone, but not lonely,

I find Life so Deep.

The careful detail

Interest Peeks

what hides inside of me:

So Painful.

Dangerously I very softly creep,

as flashbacks do reap.

In the depths of these darkened times,

I cannot speak,

silence befalls,

as my mind is a keep!!

Banked on Account

Nature withdraws,

as I become so small,

I've locked these things-up.

To Deal, to Touch,

on an occasional try,

just to unwind this Grave.

To Frightened,

paralyzed with 'Memory Fear'

I wretch,

my body racks,

as my Mind does 'Spin-to-Time'.

Am I of an Age,

to Unlock this Cage,

and not be afraid of the Curtain,

which Covers-for-Certain,

Events I've Entombed?

Never did I think

that these locks would fail.

A Sure and Safe-Way to Nail,

shut-times,

that cause erupt.

Out of My Control,

the Tumbler Found.

Keys I still hide,

as I know I did Die!!

Ceremoniously I scream,

to no avail;

"As this seems Nature's Tale."

To Write of an Insight

The Dynamics of the spoken verse,

when not rehearsed,

brings to light,

'An Explosive Pass'

The Gains-In-Such,

a natural thought,

Delivers Plot,

if sought.

A search with-in,

the singular desire,

of Learned.

Given too a Riddle,

a Sense of Predisposed.

A walk of an Ink-Filled Pen,

to explain parchments duty to record,

a chiseled approach,

to a gifted begin.

Should 'Lies' rule 'The Tongues' of a Surround,

than "To Write"

is to dig,

Carving-Out,

a sounding board.

To produce Reason,

a rationale reply,

an explanation of;
"Why do People lie?"

To obtain Natural-Knowledge,

through the Means of nothing more,
than thinking,
discovers an insight,
'Lost Times'

How much is Missing,
Ignored or Torn,
from the
Pages of History,
to Show,
that We're Born?

'The Study' of Reflection,
a Named interest,
Philosophers Play!

Obscure,
pushed-from,
as a threat,
Archaic-in-Set,
Heresy if said.

The endurance of such hatred,
must stem from an endeavor,
to expose an untruth,
a sorted past,
a developed lie,
a Conscience try,
A Do or Die!

Such Passion is burnt into Some,
to bring forward,
a World: Knew?

Pulsing in Ones Veins,
for reason not vain.

For Surely to pursue such course,
wisdom of past actions,
seem invested in Deep Wells of my Mind,
causing distress,
to equal best.

The forward detail,
of not taught,
but a Tale of a Tell,
Speaking Naturally.

Oh Well

Could it be a Wish,
a Spoken Dish,
a Sage coming to Age,
to Compose the Life,
a natural re-frame,
of so many buried claims?

To Bite upon "The Steal" of Truth,
an Iron,
a Signature Cue,
as a natural alarm,
to alert, not harm.

A New Yarn