Wednesday, March 20, 2013

An End To A Means In The Defined

There were 'These Gates' that I have seen,
I walked through much like you,
in a Life I can't explain,
'cause lives before are abhorred.

As I know "Gates Magnificent"
'They' were built with what is different,
Open, Closed, I did stare,
for it seemed no-one was there.

The Workings 'Of' seemed to be,
a measure of eternity,
as if the balance was a Quest,
I watched 'Them' move with such great breath!!

Not Ornate but obviously Placed,
the Weight of Such showed such grace,
as 'They' opened Awe in Space,
I could not help but stay that day.

As I know you don't believe,
lives before can be a lead,
to a dream of what so naturally,
is progression for All to See.

In such sight,
my Third-Eye now,
I looked to See,
and it's not right.

The "Gates of Many" no-longer there,
I cannot believe I just stare,
'A Kingdom' fell to Earth in Night,
these 'Thresholds' are the truth of sight.

The emptiness I taste in fright,
do you know of this plight?

Could it be a Prophecy,
that the Heavens fall to All of Thee?

If 'These' riches now under feet,
reside in Whole to Total Rite,
are you aware of this Meet?

My sadness comes in Third-Eye sight,
why the fall in Just of night?

There is no residence in this place,
to be the host of such disgraced,
for most deny an Inner-Eye,
lacking ability to even try.

Who will know this Treasure lost,
as it fell at such cost,
not one did stop, surely this is a wicked plot,
as I witness this kingdom sought.

Religion is a Life to me,
I swore to "Know good"
I stood to be.

Never did I venture thought,
to believe in less than Wrought,
but if All has fallen to this earth,
than what I know is more than work.

I am not familiar with most ways,
it seems my birth just created Waves,
not Hello's but Tornado's stayed.

Upon arrival I felt wrecked,
the sight of family was so direct,
my Life I found in Their death threats.

I've had my breath taken from me,
I've had my small frame raped,
in dead of night and in plain sight.

I've witnessed horrors that change your mind,
I grew to know this life of mine,
as an adult I felt still jolts,
of men in want and so they took,
as I laid still and in one look,
ventured back in sight to stay put.

As I know I've learned "Not right"
but it seems that if you fight,
you will be hurt for just spite.

So as I state that life has raped,
me of more than a body sore,
my mind is in more pain,
at the sight of G_d's Kingdom,
falling in vain.

In the End, I guess it's all a sin,
but no one believes unless they have been,
in lives that trouble them from begin,
enhancing Senses to the fear when it's near.

The excuse that I hear,
resounds in silence of grinding gears,
for if Heaven resides here,
than 'All' that was imprisoned,
in Minds, in Cell, in Time, in Place,
will be free to join this Human Race.

No censure, no writ of order,
will come from what fell to earth,
only the grave of Death,
will know absurd,
as He rises upon your turf.

Do you know that Heaven was Closed,
so long ago that what fell had wings,
to settle in upon this place,
as if this Plan had an element of Ancient grace.

The "Gates of Mention" had shut,
in 'Their' dimension,
putting off man's ascension,
to places of no retention.

So as the dead do rise,
within your Life as lives you've been,
in denial of your sin,
within these makings I see a trend.

Leading to a bitter end,
delivering to you,
the City of which you seek,
as being beneath your feet.

No rotting Corpse to offend in present sight,
but the stench of ignorance seems your delight,
for the flesh of mind is an awakening of a different kind.

It is Real and in plain sight,
in every day reveal,
a 3-D dimensional field,
the only way for you to believe,
that in this Continue,
not everyone leaves.

Wretched are the ways of Man,
that merely reside in the land,
with no more knowledge of a plan,
than you ascend to a place,
that no-longer stands.

So as an out-reached hand,
is closed to determine move,
it will be inevitably set on each Horizon.

The trust to believe in what is greater than Thee,
will remain as a guide,
in light I see the dim view,
of the disaster that will befall you.

In a tempered violence,
numb to the Numbered kills,
the invasion will almost seem still,
overwhelming you in the night of Their Will.

As in History Civilizations do fall,
in absence of what is Natural,
communication is denied,
as sight in real proves the lines have been cut.

With the outage,
the Wire and Echo,
the satellite unknown,
directed by Done,
you may shout,
but there will be no where to run.

Belief will be waning,
as Innocence continues weighing,
the Rights and the Wrongs,
of Faiths that keep saying,
"Do it this way or We will kill you!!"

In every Belief or Religion in thee,
there is an unwritten rule:
Stand for the Belief of Another,
for it may not be Yours,
but it is Your duty and a grave sin if You turn Your back on them.

For you do not have to accept that path,
but you must respect the road traveled,
even in difference the claim,
nine times out of ten,
leads the same way.

Should you dismiss, ignore or persist,
in the Wipe-Out of this simple notion,
than what You hate will not rule You,
but come to be as the utter truth,
the origin of man will expose itself,
in it's wealth it will be the most hated religion,
on this Earth.

It is the karma of this law,
that what is hidden,
are secrets kept by instruct,
an Ancient Script.

As You play to an other's roar,
You will identify Yourself through strange actions,
and the Plenty of Your Kills.

The Veil will not be lifted,
for the persecuted bears no curtain to hide 'The Truth.'

The Secret is,
to know the wealth,
for the riches of Whomever this may be,
will exceed the limits of Humanity.

Their accountable will show,
in the persistence of the message that must flow,
without hatred, rage or wrath of an end that has No Go.

In their Letters it will worry of hope,
the chance of a whole,
produced by the payment of sum,
in total and not some strange run,
where burden is not Yours to shoulder.

The Words will produce in plain english,
that Their wish is not to deny but to invite,
to ignite better,
Two will Song,
the hymn of belong.

It will spell out the difference between,
Imagined, Expected and Delivered,
the Construct will just be,
intended not interpreted.

For in the Inscription there will be,
a Clear and Concise design,
that clearly You will deny,
and point it out as lies,
should it not be the Lair of Your Guise.

But because of this Erupt,
it will only further the Whipping of this Law.

Your religion or belief will begin to unravel at Your feet.

A prequel will be identified as;
"Stolen to Embolden"
this mere Text will cast your Translated opinion,
upon that which will prove to have been before.

The scarred remains of more will be found,
to brace the ground upon which You left,
the impaled remains of Men.

The burnt Scores will point to a greater Store,
an Entombed Title,
on a Rock with such apparent impact,
that You will fall to Your knees,
not for prayer but from Your own beguiled disbelief,
that in Antiquities are found,
the Ancients believed!!

Wisdom in Keeps,
of More than Minds,
but in Actual, in Original, In-Place,
a Scroll of know delight,
for it will also increase the plight of any Religion,
pointing at another and stating;

It will come down to the most simple,
yet complex fight,
to ever display a War of Light,
and the answer remains,
in the dark!!