Wednesday, July 31, 2013

To That Kid, A Girl Like Me!! Believe



The blast of the hour is mounting,
within the being of existence,
you have dumped upon the human believing,
that faith is innocence and that life is trumped.

So listen to the Horns that Trumpet the sound of,
the seat that the Four Horsemen ride to not brake,
but gallop a patrol,
be bold.

The Seal of Seven,
the theft of the blest,
will be the announcement of the drum,
beating,
it has begun.

The way back is for the lost track,
of what you came for,
to find that it is the swipe exact,
your mind, your body and your soul,
this is the Christian toll,
'They' have rolled the script of loot.

Charged at Mass,
this is the Why,
to collect for the future wipe-out,
of any that speak on difference,
or venture to Rite.

The boomerang of thrown comes back to you,
the memory keep is a simple store to Remember,
you have been before and you will Continue,
should you Chose to do this with who you are,
not whom the Christian teaches as art.

The balance of the Universe,
swings to state that this is just a place to start.

Speak with the brilliance that you maintain,
inside of each and every brain,
is the ability to train,
prepare for this doom,
it is the bomb that is blown for you,
to renounce your very selves.

In fear?, Stand!!,
in fact, the proof is evidence,
the music plays the notes are hear,
the lyrics paint the pictures of near.

Should the time stop on the minute hand,
know the hour has passed,
the seconds due knot mount,
too past.

Deep and slowly know you are Well,
the confines of thought are for the week in a year.

Days will meld with the blend of lear,
turn from the equation and no plight shall take you're number,
for the Sake of whom shall be,
the few stand and the problematic deed.

Wish for nothing,
in everything the how is the lie,
the keep is the hide,
the whips are the measure,
the cross is sew bold.

Much long after and a micro-second before,
the door will slam to threaten a band,
do not panic,
it is the play of a dealt hand.

Poker my game,
the cards are black to jack,
and Satan to brand.

The purpose for reason is the grand intrusion,
upon the words that encourage treason,
first they come for the....,
then they come for the...,
then they come for ....,
I gamble to bet that this is Set.

Relax to know,
people hate themselves,
but not enough to change their decide,
so to the Plenty, to the Man, to the WOMAN!!  Stand!! Walk!! Run!! LIVE!!,
survive this is a fucking Shive.

Once you see that the power remains not to be seen,
embrace yourself,
if your lucky,
embrace your TWIN SOUL and SAY,
I am here, and I am ever so brave,
for all the way to NO grave,
I will be the ignition to fire so that whom is left,
will be RIGHT!!

Soar into the best,
take what you have and know I'm glad,
whatever you believe is a relief,
is a love,
is a friend,
than fight for them,
because sometimes it is all they have,
but it is enough,
if You are Them.


30 Seconds To Mars Sings.........perfectly!!

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

California Street



The Plan of what has come,
is nothing more than done.

Prayed for help and now you face,
the treachery of disobedience,
you're fear.

The Rites imposed,
fell to earth? or pushed,
no matter,
this is Satans Turf,
not your reside,
and yet you still scream hide.

Reverence for what does not speak,
creeps down your body,
like a flame,
ignited by the fire,
to claim!!

In History's Future,
the Mind will change,
the road becomes the lane,
the path is sought,
it still is wrought,
with faith believe it's turn,
a plot!!

Lost our lives,
lived before,
the cost of ventured plight,
to remove a way or rule,
admits the time had dual.

On this Earth,
a planet now,
developed well,
now you plough,
destroying Creations move.

As 'All' will know,
what is love,
has been burnt much like flame,
the Nation no's alert!!

The commonality has a play,
it's Rite of birth in the Mate,
the dark is red.

Few will go,
sum of stay,
the words of Set,
delivered Years to prepare,
make a stand,
the route of Man,
evolves with planned.

The trait of Like,
opens sight,
to See the Sage at-hand.

The Call to Due,
accountable too,
the laws of pool,
blue here.

Does it Count?,
yes it can,
the board of when does date a cheer.

The Voice of blend,
is unique,
the blessing of,
are Men!!

There Was This Man, He Had Big Cats, He Was My...



Find not Self but Life,
it's a treat,
a given-feat,
a deed to Continue knot on turf,
but in the flight of Rite.

Soar with me into my Mind,
know that paths have a road to claim,
do not pave,
just go,
it is a show.

Look and See,
come and drive into a perfect light,
it ignites the burning flame,
to complete a Stay.

To Ascend,
Continue-On,
the War is Battled,
it is a song,
not to judge,
don't placate,
it is of difference,
to produce the same.

A Venue to View,
that there are two.

In any end,
or in this Plan,
grab the hand,
truth in Man.

Displays a date,
to deliver,
witness plight,
move across not onto,
offered compassion,
fate is served,
 the plate of a destined year.

Cheer-on a Friend you may not have but feel is in a fight,
to Live a Life of Sight,
not divide!!

Each moment gives a minute,
a time to stand and know,
that hours mount,
is 12 High or Six Low?

Does it add or subtract in what is right?

Born of an Affair,
does this change what's done,
or create a path,
to run.

To believe that reason has purpose and comes from fun,
believe that pressure is pain,
is the troubled in name?

I know myself to state,
the world sings.

Do you place value on unspoken?,
the words between the lines,
or,
just point the finger,
out the shame.

It's O.K.,
I'm not here to blame,
the entirety is merely,
my claim.

War Wheeled Win




As the built-up verse on the biblical reign,
I ask,
"Why complain?"

The Masses teach that the day is up,
that Hell is Fire and Heaven aims,
to destroy that which you blame.

Further from the Past,
such wrath,
the marvel of assumption,
is Man and his Sum.

Removing a Natural Occurrence,
imposing translated type,
I believe that it has made you wrong in rite.

Before after,
there was Begin,
long in time,
I see a trend.

Proof exact in human being,
destroys all your lame and sorry excuses in shamed.

Discount the Evidence?,
than the training is the lie you proclaim,
be a person who accepts this lane,
as a road of difference,
'cause we are not all the same.

Know transliteration Needed!!!



The Run of Done




The depth of a calculated study,
brings reason to the subject,
with clarity as the mortar,
and thought as the anchor,
the sea to sail is vast.

The sound of the midnight drum,
strung with cat-gut,
the tune of an instrument homes.

The gentle repose,
the manuscript wrote,
how is why & why is won't,
the date of such a refined Monk,
finds understanding truth & truth dead.

The simple repair of obvious Lair,
a Dungeon in complete.

The Chains are High,
held in Keep,
the Whips are in the trunk.

Felt deeply seated,
well inside,
the depth becomes the hide.

The Eye of Third,
a fourth one knew,
makes vision clear and offers allusion.

The basis of knot,
complications trot,
beyond the hand of man!!

The ink drawn word,
absurd if heard,
is memory of,
a time in signs of grand.

The water sea,
the ocean waves,
the moon does ware,
the sun is rate.

The lonely star,
not so far,
does stand to walk; that's clear.

Warned-off soak,
the tides are rough,
as the under-tow is you.

Drowning Mind,
in thoughts of line,
do not rest it's near.

The Compass moved,
the needle points,
the words are drugs of Fear.

The frightened might,
held so tight,
the grip does strip the gear.

The box of square,
the count is round,
the circle is a Sphere!!

A Global Rant of "I can't"
the sentence makes it clear.

Do or Die don't even try?
the plight of Lord's demise.

To cross out puzzled for only troubled,
envelopes fright in cheer.

To suppose that equals rose,
than evidence makes hear.

To discount what does add,
a Life devised for track.

The proof of fiction shows what's not,
but does the Mystic rear?

The face of Man,
shows 'A Hand'
in obvious, interesting plan.

The witness of,
testify exist,
the more you fight you near.

An end to what has begun,
shows of a New Age.

Entered-In and thus then shunned,
makes your guilt a year.

Turn-a-Way,
close your store,
the Dungeon Wares are Here.

A Play today,
reality bites,
the fright of none stands Mere.

The truth of speech never reach,
the clarity does breech.

So concentrate or you'll be late,
the Time of See is Lear!!

A Dark Night In The City




A blanket to warm the bitter chill of the grave insight is you!!

Hold the hand of what knows true,
the venture is the quest,
too journey a land.

The deck of cards dealt the day,
the date becomes a tray,
the path of rubble is only doubled.

Take heed not hate,
make a way,
train!!

Preparation not deprecation,
for you invited by the Knighted,
a fight and not a plea.

The Lord of Must,
is Just a Bust,
a way to set the noose.

By taking from
stolen mean,
the footage was the Sum!!

The World Review,
judges too.

The Shows are Seen as Done,
the Volume loud,
much like "The Crowd,"
the Singer hears the Cheer.

So onward, forward,
plays recorder,
the music talks of mere.

The purpose reasoned,
amplifier knows,
that the Tune is Toned.

The Balance Of Decide Compliments the Mind



The Culture of just Circumspect,
transparency does cry.

Why not try,
be better than let.

Concrete decisions move!!

The doubt that plagues Humanity,
is the truth that has set a sphere.

Global order,
different Sects,
the Law of Nature leads!!

Create design to Love not Hate,
no matter ground is good.

The closer that a day does come,
the farther you'll have to run!!

Acceptance of progressive acts,
the City Kid does exact,
the Show, A Stage, A Band, A Man,
the guitar strums,
the Key board Track.

The Music of the Fare,
the cost of deep and theirs,
does separate the belief,
as Innocence does Read!!

The Voice of Cost



The clatter of the Chest,
a banging fist at rest,
does clench the strength,
it is the best,
the beat becomes the test.

Pass or Fail we all will rail,
the road to death is set.

Tune or Sound,
prepared or summed,
the account is the mount,
of all that you have done.

No active ready appeal,
I often get the heel,
the shoe that is worn,
Religions dare,
I'd rather bet than deal.

The deck of which I am dealt,
a card or a peer to start,
the ocean voyage,
to say..'A Lark'
the difference is a part.

In past of generations lost,
the words were burnt; a cost,
out of fear.

Erased the Year,
looked and Said;  It's Red!!

Condemned Men have watchful tears,
as many are not here.

The Christian Faith,
kills at a rate,
that all that is left is near.

What you wish,
will reveal,
your time was spent in Real!!

The present future of our Past,
the days that turn a year,
the calendar mark,
a Century's Lot.

The New Age calculates fear,
few will surmise,
it is time to realize,
what is Up is Down,
what is wrong is right for me.

So fill the Chalice full,
you drank it down,
the Toll?,
to equal sum.

Don't be dumb,
the deaf and the mute still race.

Cross-Country obstacles plight,
the Laws deliver trite,
the more that you make,
'Rights' a take,
the less a fight...Freedom's Might!!

To put in place of Choice,
the determined practice Voice,
to yoke a man and choke the land,
the broke become the fanned.

Monday, July 29, 2013

The Sound of A Knight on Fire Ignites...




I brake to stand a path,
the mortar of romance,
in mind I find,
the wild is Blind,
to nothing more than Dance!!

This Man does ache my line,
he is so ultra fine,
the snug-fit jeans,
the tight ass look,
he makes me feel....

I time!!

... not for when we meet,
a calculated feat,
No!, I balance with his measure,
the depth of mental sexual better!!

The screams of Wow fill-Me,
the anticipation screams,
one Verse,
a Note of Wrote,
makes me High,
I fly the wealth of Mind!!

The pleasure,
pure sensuality,
by design,
I wait,
I pull back,
in eye,
the third does sight,
I pry.

Into the fields of know,
How to?,
a mere walk in my head.

Oh but to never return,
just soar into been to be,
yet again,
the doors open,
a future imploring a threshold to cross,
a fill to know void,
the other-side?!?

No just sublimely sight,
gotcha,
don't need 'ya,
'cause I'm with 'ya in my Mind,
and my body is the pine.

I sway to swoon,
my way is You,
to slow the pace,
increase the rate,
my physical-self is true!!

The pressure of,
just mounts,
the sought is kept at-bay,
the sound of song,
goes-so-long,
reality can't sing.

The Mind in Brain loves Dream,
I know it's sort of keen,
but I can't resist,
he's just such bliss,
full I am with Seen.

Explosive orgasmic Rite,
a Knight does make this flight,
the Tunes in head bring such fed,
the deed becomes what's lead.

All the excitement sings,
the Sonnet is a Throng,
to thrown a human being,
is a spiritual way,
lean!!

Imagine Master shout,
in silent sound of loud,
the Moon becomes the landing saw,
the footprint is the clause.

To surf the Sees of kept,
computers are the trek,
so fast, so quick,
it's done before it goes,
in & out,
....suppose!!

The single sought is Hot,
collective sang in thought,
an open-venue,
can't be stopped,
it's over just begun.

Feel the Fright it's fear,
a new and deadly gear,
deliver message in spite of taken,
the Guy is Just,
and Clear!!

So We've been before,
We've fought and therefore Warred,
but as you here do not listen,
your proof is doubtful,
Cheer!!

Explore the jealous hate,
not part of this trait,
should you ignore,
I'll close the door,
'cause boy is Man and,
I am a Girl...


Turned Loose



To sport a Memory Door,
a lore to the open divide,
the explosive Star of the Sun in sigh.

The riding of a mounted Knight,
the sight of adore,
the length of Time,
is the Vine of a Chart.

Map the Sky of Start,
the begin to know ending,
Ascend!!

The One of too,
is the beauty of a Man like You!!

The Guy with a sexual plural,
rates the measure of a wealthy take!!

The Rite of what will be has been this love,
a rate that sums Two,
into the dark,
the Flame that Sparks is Truth..
I feel LOVE!!

The Hugs of Eternal are Shown with the exposure of a Friend in this Fight too!!

The hand so held,
the grip is Tell,
the Note is Well,
the depth is such a bow,
that Cupid himself must blush with the Aim of Home!!

A shot of what lands,
the footprint is a trace,
a family erased,
still does place value on due.

I Soar the opened galaxy,
a planetary mixed with exist,
I View the space with the Matter of Trace,
a track to taste.

The Sexual Pleasure of Raced,
first out,
then a shout,
about.....

...the door opens the Threshold is Lieing,
 where your Head is trying,
to sing the way to a deeded.... 

Play-ME!!

Your hand feels the balance of the chain you've linked,
the leather holds the key,
the jeans are so right,
the underneath is flight.

To unzip the buckle is ripped,
the pants are my breath,
as my mind phones,
the Call to Streaming,
orgasmic high is this strange appeal,
desire is his girth.

The saddle is the stirrup born,
the bit of bridled is a rein of control.

James Blunt ~ Bonfire Heart



Your mouth is a revolver firing bullets in the sky.
Your love is like a soldier, loyal till you die.
And I've been looking at the stars for a long, long time.
I've been putting out fires all my life.
Everybody wants a flame, but they don't want to get burnt.
And today is our turn.

Days like these lead to nights like this leads to love like ours, 
You light the spark in my bonfire heart.
People like us, we don't need that much.
Just someone that starts, starts the spark in our bonfire hearts.

This world is getting colder. Strangers passing by.
No one offers you a shoulder. No one looks you in the eye.
But I've been looking at you for a long, long time.
Just trying to break through, trying to make you mine.
Everybody wants a flame, they don't want to get burnt
Well today is our turn.

Days like these lead to nights like this leads to love like ours, 
You light a spark in my bonfire heart.
People like us, we don't need that much.
Just someone that starts, starts a spark in our bonfire hearts. 

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Sunday, July 28, 2013

To Ride the Storms of Truth with You




The total equals desire,
the equation is all mined,
Sublime!!

In division of lives and time,
I remember him,
Win!!.

The Music Plays,
too display,
a lyric knows,
the length of longing seems a Page,
so I tell You,
this is a brand new age.

The old path that leads to math,
it adds up to subtract,
too leave exact.

So far from when,
life was...now it's hear,
I'm listening!!

The heart I do not have,
travels the complications of my actions.

In fact,
the sequel to the prequel in replayed,
Check Mate.

The Pawn is Kinged by anew whoa,
the Knight is on the board,
and I forgot to tell you,
I'm a Checker Player too.

Switch-Splat...oop's
it is the Monopoly of only You!!

Seemingly eternal,
you burn only the flame that lights-up again,
only to say...

You are my Candle-in-the-Wind!!





Saturday, July 27, 2013

Go!! Go!! Go!! Fight!! Fight!! Fight!! I can SEE & You're My Lead!!


"To the Siblings Three!!"

"King And Lionheart"
Taking over this town they should worry,
But these problems aside I think I taught you well.
That we won't run, and we won't run, and we won't run.
That we won't run, and we won't run, and we won't run.

And in the winter night sky ships are sailing,
Looking down on these bright blue city lights.
And they won't wait, and they won't wait, and they won't wait.
We're here to stay, we're here to stay, we're here to stay.

Howling ghosts – they reappear
In mountains that are stacked with fear
But you're a king and I'm a lionheart.
A lionheart.

His crown lit up the way as we moved slowly
Past the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind.
Though far away, though far away, though far away
We're still the same, we're still the same, we're still the same.

Howling ghosts – they reappear
In mountains that are stacked with fear
But you're a king and I'm a lionheart.
And in the sea that's painted black,
Creatures lurk below the deck
But you're a king and I'm a lionheart.

And as the world comes to an end
I'll be here to hold your hand
'Cause you're my king and I'm your lionheart.
A lionheart. [8x]

Howling ghosts – they reappear
In mountains that are stacked with fear
But you're a king and I'm a lionheart.
And in the sea that's painted black,
Creatures lurk below the deck
But you're a king and I'm a lionheart.
A lionheart. [8x]




Thanks to Sky, Peachre, Imran Visram, Kayti, Elizabeth for correcting these lyrics.

Thursday, July 25, 2013

The Play is Cast and The Call is Fall



As You censure whom shall be,
importance runs in all I see,
but you trade Life four life,
it still adds to more than Five.

'Cause Nero makes Six,
Mouse is Seven,
and I can't count,
what I can't breed.

Ready or NOT!!,
Nero knows best and the cat saves face,
so tell me,
"Do you want to Race!!"

Never can I move,
without my feline friend,
for now Scout has spied us out,
another outside cat,
with such a wild side!!

Like Me

I let Mouse out,
Nero barked,
Scout ran-Up a Tree,
hissed and then,
jumped to freedom of the chase Mouse had him in.

A Relative State

So as the World, 
does decide,
the Glaciers hot inside,
and the desert sounds so fine.

All in thought or because,
the Salmon run at Anytime,
regardless of Their blind,
explosions show the Vine.

Yea-Men

A Tall Story,
or a fishy approach to state,
that the Coach,
is a cloak of mystery,
enhanced by an incredible romance,
interesting.

Little Talks






"Little Talks"
Hey! Hey! Hey!
I don't like walking around this old and empty house
So hold my hand, I'll walk with you, my dear
[Video version:] The stairs creak as you sleep, it's keeping me awake
[Live version:] The stairs creak as I sleep, it's keeping me awake
It's the house telling you to close your eyes

And some days I can't even trust myself
It's killing me to see you this way

'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Hey! Hey! Hey!

There's an old voice in my head that's holding me back
Well tell her that I miss our little talks
Soon it will be over and buried with our past
We used to play outside when we were young
And full of life and full of love.

[Video version:] Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right
[Live version:] Some days I feel like I'm wrong when I'm right
Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear

'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Hey!
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Hey!
Hey!

You're gone, gone, gone away
I watched you disappear
All that's left is the ghost of you.
Now we're torn, torn, torn apart,
There's nothing we can do
Just let me go we'll meet again soon
Now wait, wait, wait for me
Please hang around
I'll see you when I fall asleep

Hey!
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore




Thanks to afi, Justice, benjamin, Linh, Lauren for correcting these lyrics.

What Persists, It Was in Hist'



The Venture had is the Journey gone,
not awry,
the quest of shown.

Take heed in such a stance,
the World falls,
dies romance.

Pleasure taken not given,
receive,
the mounting pressure is to deceive.

As if to Read site unseen,
is more to hear,
what is living.

The audible tone of which you bleed,
the words so drone,
silence speech,
your loud in sound.

Deafening the language shout,
discernment wise,
is it heard or realize?

Since my birth,
much to blame,
this Life on Earth seems to train.

Quiet spoken screaming cry,
shut-out the babble,
streaming from your head.

I'm so tired of this curse,
as you grapple with your lies,
you open mouth and make it worse,
proof in sample.

The blaring verse pours-out,
perverse,
than you speak and state what's nursed.

Hook yourself,
computer wealth,
now that it can read your mind,
it will prove,
a different kind does exist,
and in the end it will be missed.

The Hurt I Hear Topples Me



People speak,
varied moments,
makes me think,
a thought I've known.

To be used,
taken advantage of,
this I know,
gone-on so long.

To be alone,
distance humans,
so not to feel,
the pain so near,
I cry to veer.

Most of life,
silent strife,
have an idea,
leave me be.

I am certain,
wrongs I know,
work on-Self,
a quiet tone row.

Happiness,
I wish for All,
some of us,
just don't know.

Decision Making,
to leave too go,
bury self,
to be alone.

Strength in isolate,
no more words,
where times are fraught,
with what I'm not.

To be of value,
not just cursed,
I say with general understood.

Stay your Way,
I am marred.

May Life deliver all you want,
find your path,
walk your course.

Traverse your Challenge,
to give you stand,
to see the sights,
and know the fight.

I have a few wishes too,
but today I'm in this place,
I'm not sad my Lot is clear,
but I hope or ask exact,
please stay back,
I'm not your mat.

Sometimes I miss what was near,
but reality delivered clear,
what you believe is why I veer.

Onward, Forward, Continue, March,
find yourself,
leave me out.

Years of Silence,
took it's Toll,
the Price was High,
the cost of stole.

I accept what has happened,
what's been done releases run,
no need to judge or lie in pry,
the hurt does show in my eyes.

So, please stay back,
go away,
what you say,
I hear,
a Play.

The script so written,
it seems you're smitten,
to deliver more pain,
in just one sitting.

Enough of Hate,
too tired for Sake,
I want for nothing,
I just plain state.

In my Mind,
I abandon time,
to find my home,
a restful zone.

No fingers pointing,
that I don't know,
I was dead,
the demons sound,
to hold my head.

I miss what kept me so safe,
stay at Bay it is too late,
I'm out & about,
I travel plough.

For what gave me reason to say,
was full of might on a given day,
know judgement,
no light,
in the darkness I felt no fright,
these were the Scenes I hold to right.

One moment, One day,
I'll go to place,
do what's best,
I need a rest.

So laugh out loud,
I know you do,
my Twin-Soul may do it too.

I hang-on to let-go,
I'll Ascend,
this I Know!!

You've sold my Soul,
my Heart gave way,
the curse I am,
a knotted plan.

As you've said,
different sted,
still speak truth,
a natural root,
said in plain as I am Vein,
I should pay her, 
just to train.

Albeit a Horse,
who needed attention,
I made no mention in intention,
but to blatantly turn to say,
what is right now seems trite.

Told I'm gifting by helping out,
I'm just tired and know the Flout.

It plays the song,
the music is out,
the Violin,
the Strings so Shout!!

It's time to walk away know doubt,
I'm being used again to route,
a building of a business proud,
as All should know,
I have to go,
because I feel the slaving shows.

Know Blame








Zest



The advancing history,
the future at-hand,
makes a fist,
clenched too-land,
to quench the sand.

The desert landed,
truth of man,
lost we are,
innocence ajar!!

The War of Wills,
the battle until,
the Army falls,
the root is tall.

As the Axis of the Conscious Mind,
evolves to halted by out-sourced facts,
that in guilt delivered tracks,
the Lies are told,
it seems so bold.

But friends found wanting,
are known as taunting.

Days allow,
by design,
the structure of,
recovered,
because so loud,
that the speech of friends did reach,
buried them in teach.

The evidence to malign,
showed itself,
as a sign,
that in the end,
the pay was thrifty,
the cost of such,
showed no-pity.

To destroy or mis-use,
what you know,
as Old News,
to propagate or to produce,
the gain in switch equals rues.

Those of whom you chose to mash,
have no-interest in your trash,
what's been said or understood,
just took time,
you still split would.

I declare,
what is fare,
the words you spread,
the gossip dread,
evidence of rumors said,
shows that character is only fed.

To eat or dine,
a mental line,
encourage estrangement through derangement,
makes evident the fact,
that what you lack,
is strength exact.

You strike?,
Attack!!!

Monday, July 22, 2013

The Brigade Of What's Said



To Advance or 'Continue'
the phase is a gear,
the shifting of Consciousness.

The Mind does so travel,
a Quest based on balance,
the Journey is hear.

Learning to 'Be'
existence is 'Read'
to wake to what's rough,
alerted by lead.

Working Action to deliver traction,
a personal chore,
a silent report,
for you to work the Present lore.

The thought that persists,
is a quiet resist,
to example the change,
and not be the same.

Should an Individual find help on their path,
the light in the darkness would be a matched flame,
would shine all around and Show that you've found,
the proof that belief in faith is still sound.

The inquiry, a query,
of a positive sted,
would be so simple that complexity bled,
to know that decision was the choice of instead,
the Life would have Vision,
and not end up dead.

A natural occurrence,
a guide to what's driven,
to seek out the like 'cause,
history is Livin'.

War is a Venue,
the battle cry songs,
speaks of the innocence,
and what has gone wrong.




Sunday, July 21, 2013

Saddle-up And Ride Too



The distance to finish,
my Eye shifts into gear.

The Horses due Gallop,
know jump in 'The Way'
to tack-up or to prepare,
both are the same,
in these times of a knew age,
 it is the Wares of Realize.

To settle for less is indifferent at best.

Example the road,
it is paved with 'Just' go,
be different in bold.

Cobbled without shame,
belief is a day,
not to condemn to accept,
but to sing to whom is left.

Discounting our history,
to fill with only strife,
does not lack innocence,
respect is a gift,
just ask and survive.

Have your actions created sight?,
or does the blood that is spilled,
bother at night those that wish to say,
this is a fight.

Be Wise with yourself,
be aware not scared,
show that their dare makes you stare,
to watch the building of thoughts,
to feel fright and uptight,
a state that is not right.

Construction of building Thought,
delivers relief if it is sought,
the plight of unknown seems homed.

Days erupt

It is not a race,
 the pace is Set.

It is a debt or a sorted of rest,
when Humanity is addressed,
while living life and facing death.





Saturday, July 20, 2013

Keep Driving




What I do See,
concerns me,
so near!?!

I look around,
knot in panic,
the Air is so still,
I listen for shrill.

I state,
do not panic,
in a breath that I take,
wait for the seconds it takes to just say.

Quietly we'll observe,
it seems that you've scattered.

Four-corners to earth,
it seems to have mattered,
the value in measure,
recorded for pleasure,
the kind that will play,
a foot-prints been made.

Humanity troubled for none seem are left,
death seems so natural,
but Life likes to Hear.

Knot that you're taken,
the part is clear,
but that you're alive and still rooting for Dear.

The Stilling



In the day of just done,
it seems like it's over,
shot like a gun,
mistaken for fun!!

Strolling about,
the Cell Phones are Loud,
Computers keep working,
it is the new shroud.

Deeply residing are questions so asked,
in a walk with said fingers,
texting, They ask.

Answers are Sorted,
no real thing clicks,
in facts of 'just is'
people resist.

Is it the Time, the Place or the Measure?,
the Hour-Glass broke,
my Eye did See ...... splat!!

The mess of a wreck,
scrapped for the value,
like grains of sand,
it adds-up to a View!!

The Street Sweeper knows a Grave Diggers deed,
clean-it up well,
so the public can't tell.

Belief is still innocence,
religion does kill,
almost like or moreover exact,
it is not I that is correct,
but you that's off track.

I plod a-Long and interesting song,
I tune when I'm done,
I play I go wrong.

To say what I speak,
so naturally think,
not a thought as to how,
I just seem to be ploughing.

Cheers to good footing!!