I treasure the Moments,
which Remind-Me of Past!!
Mystery that Will-Guide; Me
To Know that Secrets-Are-Kept,
with-in the Minds that Set,
a measure to See,
just the glory of,
BE!!
In the Scores of Tablets,
that have Written,
so often,
Forgiven Thought,
in a rapture of what,
is Naturally-Given.
To expand the view of Life,
not strife.
Yet, at the moments,
Stop,
burned and fried,
mental-capacity of the brain,
not taught.
It is Hated, Killed,
too Halt!
A Plot
Evolution, Creation, Natural Law,
Understood,
never dead.
I lean myself to Curve
to miss the bullets,
thrown by Words,
the Callous, the Absurd,
missing the invitational light bringing,
Sustenance,
should bring in-sight.
Encouraging not discouraging,
Sight that will Sow,
Tomorrow too Today,
Yesterday too Past,
Belief in History,
Myths and Mystical,
to due the total.
Owed we are not,
foreboding thought,
into action not sought.
Scene
Appeasing it seems,
is the way of obscene,
for in the 3rd Eye,
hardly a try,
Truth is Observed,
in silence You learn.
Not to condemn,
a peaceful hymn,
increasing our Might,
to Trace the Right,
so Left can be Known,
as a Door,
of just shown.
Importance will lay,
within what is real,
the defining signal,
of 'Why' some do wriggle.
No Room for Interpretation
When Clarity speaks,
of and through the Scribs,
that will Riddle and Verse,
to Thought-in-the-Middle,
in nothing more than a scribble,
than you will know it is,
to merely detect all that Quibble.
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