The Sent Music Played

Twirling 'words' in 'lyrics' stood,

not to hope to understood,

to be heard seemed a could,

knot alone,

in such was put.

As such notes played in 'tunes'

public plight created boom.

Music shows,

found a fight,

in the burn the flame is blast.

Knot against,

to know this might,

maybe more will feel the right.

A fountain of Opera's provide,

simply loved can't deny,

Mozart Scores like Chopin Lore'd,

until their death they were ignored.

The common thread,

we'll all be dead,

history, places, in our head,

sew 'To Continue' in life's Venue,

a stream of natural flows, a sinew.

Dreams are ways to beat old days,

a personal war to manage doors,

produce a key to unlock deeds,

too find the strength that I did need.

Promoting 'Stance' with only Chance,

is writing letters,

a public romance,

to invite a further dance,

production of a play.

The footstep print only meant,

that churning 'Page' was a similar sent,

it's rent!!

The Power of Tracks

 

A cosmic retreat, 

the galaxy speaks,

the Will of a universe,

 developed a Feat.

Growth does inhabit,

no person does say,

belief should be innocent,

production too neigh!!

The knot was created,

solution presents,

an equal with lyrics,

delivered strange sense.

Postcards?

The crops of the verse,

watered by thought,

condemned for the message,

although it seems plot.

The story turned treasure,

burned in past hymn,

thinking was abstract,

attraction showed mend.

In depth of a star,

the tones became notes,

the banter a rhythm,

a rhyme in just soaked.

Originally written,

no history of loved,

produced only smitten,

by what seemed a tug.

The Quest of a Journey, 

to find Ancient facts,

the accident provided,

an arrow exact!!

The Singer, now Songs,

I stare at belonged,

Moon Landing delivered,

the very same wrong.

Benefactor Found

Oddly wiped out,

an end I did spout,

the news that did follow,

brought relief to a hallow.

A runner I am,

the debt was a man,

in this life I did try,

and now it's not I.

As Karma did haunt,

past lives seemed to taunt,

I did run back then,

and now I say lend.

To believe in Twin Flames,

embracing a way,

my fire burns bright,

an engagement for Knight!!

With a happy accord,

I love this new more,

the idea that a spark,

ignites a cool part.

We all want a Flame,

we don't want to get burnt,

we don't need that much,

in the end was discerned,

the news just brought learned.

The sound of a heart,

the beat of a start,

incarnations a lark,

amazingly far.

An Elemental begin,

one will drop in,

the air that we breath,

the innocence in read,

to deliver a theme.

The End Complete

I wish you and yours the best of luck in life, in love and in all of the ventures that you decide to embark upon.  May life smile upon all that each and every one of you decides to do and may each and every endeavor be blessed with success and great satisfaction.

So as to offer and too stun,

Twin Flames become the 'Rule of Thumb'
it is simply the Deed of Done!!

I rolled the dice to know now thrice,

cheers to You for all your lives,

may luck become the wave you ride!!

Royal British Legion Festival of Remembrance 2013 James Blunt

Published on Nov 9, 2013

News Story Of the Day

In the presence of Her Majesty the Queen and members of the royal family, Huw Edwards presents the Royal British Legion's annual Festival of Remembrance, which pays tribute to all victims of war and conflict.

James Blunt, Alfie Boe, Katie Melua and the specially formed Poppy Girls perform alongside the Massed Bands of the Household Division and the bands of HM Royal Marines and the Royal Air Force.

The Festival includes the traditional two-minute silence as poppy petals fall from the roof of the Royal Albert Hall, each representing a life lost in war. 

In a heart warming moment in the midst of an emotional tribute to those who lost their lives, a real war hero of Captain rank, who just happens to be Pop Star James Blunt turns in a flawless performance of Blue on Blue," at London's Albert Hall. A magic moment.

Courtesy of;
http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b03hwbvv
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=InFPmj4nKzI

The Industry Of 'The Ponied Express'

The total 'Some' of,

whom runs hard,

'This Life'

seems so far from any thing...!!

....found familiar,

the obvious produced such brakes!!,

to 'Halt' to 'Ask' it seems so 'Old...

...Past' a time of other 'Means'

where Notes were Cards,

letters sent,

Invitations to inquire dear.

The long approach,

to say, "hello"

held a certain type of steer.

To hold engagements,

not rushed encroach,

allowing moments near.

To 'Send' a 'Thought' of interest,

or too respond with flowers,

made introductions far less feared,

for intent became what's clear.

Driven-In

The approach brought moments of,

to prepare,

not require love,

for to be compatible,

made much more sense,

'cause Journeys long,

a Quest embarked.

Suns had heart,

the Soul of such was never touched,

but left an indelible mark.

Pulled-Out from,

the bright knew Sun,

the Land, the Earth,

made such,

Done!!

No regard is paid for past,

story of,

delivered fast,

as if it happened in a tact,

that is not known,

but shows a path!!

The cobbled stone,

a well-paved road,

the Wake of shake moved to Quake!!

The ground upon found feet so strong,

I followed sound of belong.

So to cause rift or a 'Hit and Miss'

brings this Life to see remiss as dismissed!!

For when the call,

was made to small,

it was made by whom can take,

the time to re-awake,

and too decline that 'Same Mistake'

The Grant of a Trust in Placed

The Post, the Card, 

the Emblem of Heart,

is sent in a state of start.

A Life With Knight

The order is set,

by the communication of,

let.

It is the numerical call,

a way 'To Continue' too stand and,

make aware,

this Nation is wrong!!

An invitation to sing,

knot sent,

Talk Shows seam.

The tempting lust,

to laugh at thrust,

ignites this flame,

to burn with reign.

To speak 'At-Will'

I would not until,

the contact made,

was appropriate and stayed.

Already my life,

speeds like light,

the acts of strange seem prearranged,

to cause or kill,

too stall this maul.

I wonder,

whom drives this directional miss,

whom builds more walls,

who determines calls.

The bricks and mortar of my being,

feels the shots reality brought,

it brings on thoughts,

that what is must be right,

'cause why the fight?

What I know is more than belief,

for in this show the real does Poe,

the riddle of rites,

the 'Might' of Knight,

delivers heat with flaming sites!!

I Told Her ~ by Mental Sins

I Told Her

by Mental Sins

October 25, 2013 at 8:41am

~

I told her

It was alright to be vulnerable

I told her the sky cry’s too, sometime

Cleansing itself of its heaviness

So it could be

Blue oceans beautiful

I told her

I loved her like the vastness

Of the universe

Handed her a seashell

And said

"The whole of it is in there, listen"

I told her

Life is about as random as these three little words,

"Let’s there be" or "I love you"

Yes, life is that simple

Because we were predestined

I told her

Her smile would be a reason

For me to wrestle angels

Broken hipped cripple

Just for her to see herself

As I do... quiet morning exuberance

I told her

The experience of love is not always

Nestled in a unguarded smile

That love would never wait, or abandoned her

Only flawed humans do that

Only flawed humans do that

I told her the sky also cry’s

Because it must cleanse itself

Of its heaviness

So it could once again be

Blue ocean beautiful, and

It’s alright for her to be vulnerable

So, I told her

*Mentalsins*

~

Courtesy of;

https://www.facebook.com/notes/mental-sins/i-told-her-/10151956760344444

A Message: Knot In A Bottle

This is a Message in a Bottle,

I sent so long ago,

from the Beach down the Street,

I threw it out into the crashing Waves.

The Words I speak,

not the note that went to Sea,

the intent remains.

The doubt,

the Question,

the Plea to say,

 I love You

requires the Line to be,

written so you may See,

it's not black and it can't be white,

'cause I'm Red and I'm not dead.

My youngest of,

my babies born,

an incredible girl,

young lady storms.

The name of whom,

photographed bloom,

amazingly shot,

video's a lot.

Exact to Self,

dynamic and well,

she powers off,

to state what's rough.

Seventeen and looking for a fight,

not much different,

Sight is Might.

Knows a Promise,

made the date,

that the conversation,

stated wait.

Shortly spake,

strong intent,

there is no worry,

when best friends sent.

She bounced like me,

hurt by fights,

walks to know,

we'll ride out this Show.

You have to see to believe,

forever and a day,

get Ed he'll relate,

'cause the day is one away.

Life is Grand,

beautifully shy,

but her dream,

is to Stand,

all to learn to Ride with blue.

We'll ride to Jump,

the Three-day Event,

the smiles will be,

the face of Deed.

The Days Count,

the Year will 'round,

the birthday swings,

an Eighteenth lean.

A Best Friend waits,

Ed knows let,

similar boats don't sink,

they roar!!

Accusations, judgement, dues,

despairs the strong,

it seems the Month,

we suffered knock-outs,

'Two' I count,

but the 'Third' is me in Rant!!

Forever and a Day,

ask my brother,

'we' all suffer knock-outs,

and shout too loud.

Stand Two Ride

Post not rolled on paper sent,

my last born girl is loved in vent,

the trust is held within intent.

Be wise knot kind,

be tough knot mean,

be you knot me,

mostly know.......that you are Three,

should One Lead.

Face The Sun [Unplugged] ~ by James Blunt

FACE THE SUN

Yes, this love’s not good enough. It’s time to let it go. 

Our weary hearts just fall apart. I feel it in my bones.

And God knows that it’s hard to find the one,

But in time all the flowers turn to face the sun.

So silently, just walk with me, like any other day.

No sad goodbyes, no tears, no lies, just go our separate ways.

And God knows that it’s hard to find the one,

But in time all the flowers turn to face the sun.

Yes, in time all the flowers turn to face the sun.

Yeah, you say what you say, then you do it to me anyway.

You do what you do, then you walk away, you walk away.

You say what you say, then you do it to me anyway.

You do what you do, yeah I know that’s it’s through.

Won’t you stay with me? I know you won’t stay with me.

Courtesy of;

http://www.jamesblunt.com/audio/lyrics.htm?lyric=123#lyrics

Trust Is Gained When The Wild Is Reined Knot Broken

The way out of the prison which lies in the future of your own head is unavoidable.
You have read and begun to understand the levity of time.
Do not turn away as if you can pretend that you do not comprehend.
For without the belief or the faith of a broader understanding of life you will end.


Unless you make a difference in your life, it will end with a deadly design.
Loneliness, embarrassment and a void that will never be filled will be your sign.
Look not to the World to fill your Soul, for without one you are lost.
And so many have sold their Souls without remorse,
as if such a contract is a joke on the Internet to be toiled and scoffed at without sense.


Lusting after the taste of destruction of a Human life is despicable.
They're people everywhere enjoying not what sex is but what sex is not.
Photographs of naked beings is only a temptation and frustration of the cruelest kind,
to both men and women unable to deliver any pleasure or satisfaction to one another.


Yet on sights you witness the still photographs of what has only become imaginations.
For it is in these assumptions of unrealistic gains that people rely on fantasy to satisfy their inner cry.
Although sexuality has been banded, as if to sterilize what was enjoyment,
instead you have isolated the one person from another so that the orgasm itself is no more.


Without the company of another shared being, within the sensation of such heights of sexual delight,
you will find emptiness your flight and in this you will know that the plight is lonely and without regard.
By design of nature, creation, natural selection,
we as a people are meant to join together,
not rip each one apart.
Sensuality brings the highest and most intense mental energy one can experience.


As each 'Chakra' is torn from our bodies, our minds or even our souls,
the levity that we as a people should be experiencing as positive pulses,
has turned into negativity and crime of the death of our Souls and our Hearts.
As our veins still pump blood throughout our sorrowful bodies,
the pain which pours from our mouth when we speak is poisonous to the listeners.


Pictures posted of what was once considered to be beautiful or erotic,
has become ordinary and repulsive to the average user of such a destructive tool, the Internet.
Not to mention that children can log-on
and view anything without an adult to guide them through,
the posts from you.


You and I are the ones responsible for the minds that once were innocent and now,
commit suicide for reasons of,
"Why not, there is nothing to live for."


I am not in disagreement with the choices that are made,
for you are free to chose, just as I am free to never have been given the opportunity to do so.
So, you continue to say that you don't care, or to say,"Just get over it,"
and I will continue to inform you of the punishment that you will never miss.


For it is not the laws of these lands that you break with the human traffic that you ignore.
Those Laws are from far below in the Courts of Death itself.
Be ware of nothing more than you are heard,
not in voice,
nor in expression,
but in the silence and comfort of your deceitful minds.


This is where I know them, Demons, Spirits, Satan, the Devil, Beelzebub and the like
enjoy listening to your ill-will but well intended plan to kill without being caught on tape, so to speak.
The strength of death is being stripped of what you believe to be the evidence that frees you here.
In that realm there is no freedom, no lawyer, no District Attorney:
There is You;
And there is more than them to listen,
judge and pass a sentence of permanence upon you and yours.


You have raised not just your blood relatives in such disregard for any life,
you have posted and approved the killing of every life,
from a bird, to a dog, to a rabbit for a ferrets sake?
This is where there is no joke,
nor redemption with any religion to rely upon.


Death is what I speak upon;
For I am well versed in what I know,
my experiences here have been lessons I wish to never face or become familiar with again.
To watch as each and every individual embrace Religion or Christianity with blind faith,
yet scoff at the warnings of the other side being deceitful, dangerous and wanting.
I wash my hands of your stupidity and tell you of only factual history,
which proves my case beyond a reasonable doubt.


Each of us is in possession of mind that is capable of reason,
of understanding, of idea's, original or not.
We can go to the public library and read on the subjects,
or Wars of the past,
to learn that War is not or should not be the answer we seek.


To destroy another country to protect our own beliefs,
is to bring down the destruction upon ourselves,
for there will be no protection from what will naturally happen when men and women,
abandon their posts to fight Wars in foreign lands.


Upon return, with nightmares that wake the dead,
you scoff and put down the very Warrior that fought for the liberty of your head.
For in the countries we have been in late,
a Guillotine is still a common sentence used for the disobedience of the public at large.


So, help me or help me not, the choice is yours and the might is mine.
Make jest of whom I believe to be my Twin Soul,
shall meet the wrath of the one who came, was born and will destroy you for the lack,
of a dream, from a girl that was able to survive a life of turmoil.


All because she believed in a boy and he so happens to be the boy,
grown into a Man that I may announce with such pride.


Had I still possess my Soul,
had my mother not bought it with the blood of her own sacrifice with the Devil himself,
then you would have merely been a Soul Mate.
However, lacking a Soul completely has drawn in yet another need from an unknown girl.
A girl that has lived and survived a life of disbelief.


Yet you mock, you toil, you spew words of hatred because you cannot stand that I do.
The reason or the lack there-of that our meeting will or will not happen is not up to you,
the most unfortunate and ignorant beings that spit upon my name and rail upon his fame.
Our meeting is up to "Chance" itself,
this is why the excitement, the "Limerence" it has been called,
but to me he is only the C.D. Plan, hatched when I had no design or idea of how to heal,
what had been ripped from my very being, my children.


So, in the end it is Death where you will find my glee,
for no one person will escape the greetings waiting for them just a few feet into the beyond.
That is where I know your life will just begin and my pain will begin to end,
for in the judgment of lies, of jealousy of lack of morals or moral standings,
in the inability to take a look at what it is you profess,
these things that you lack will be one of the first things that you confront,
with not Men and certainly not Women,
but with the finality of knowing that Demons walk you too.


The actions therefore belonging to only one man:
Is only the dream of a girl, looking for a boy that sings the same song,
the same lyrics or words are what draws my attention to such a person,
what about YOU?

Posted Originally on 5th November 2011 by Karen A. Placek

The Rivalry of 'Blue On Blue'

When two souls join back together,

after learning each lesson,

and/or after experiencing,

seeing and understanding every one of those lessons,

and/or experiences,

it will be Time to Know.

Knowing that Some will be forever lost,

the cost each of you willingly acknowledges,

it is the price to cure this disease,

this Apathy plaguing Humanity.

Those of you that become lost,

you will be cherished,

each and every one of you,

our eternal view.

As a protection,

the inoculation from this disease,

to impress and stamp urgency on your soul,

one shall be immortal,

the other invincible.

It will be written at the beginning,

your journey perilous,

the vision,

"Deed."

You will not know,

which stamp you receive,

but this imprint shows like Stead,

it will be a homing vice,

if the other becomes not nice.

Because this illness has know preference,

the victim stamps with all but better,

the ink that stamped your first encounter,

shall be interchangeable between your lover.

This ensures an 'Apathetic Law'

if it is contracted by one and 'Saw'

you will not be drug down by ties,

instead your decision,

the Abide of Rite.

Difficult Choices

The best and quickest map to thee,

to the other before they bleed,

the journey perilous, 

many will be,

very sick and lie to lead.

Know Return 

The source of Cause,

the 'Why' it's done,

may be known,

it will be Rote.

On that Note,

the means of whom,

will fall victim or explain this summed.

Why

This journey that you have chose,

to embark will give us so.

With that knowledge we can create,

not a cure,

for that is take.

To know that when this is a contract,

some will try and sum due sigh.

However the Lies will continue,

to pass-on a strange and known menu,

either the Mind will know or unknowingly censure,

the math adds up to subtract the digger.

I am knot certain how this work,

knowing naturally seems Berserk!

This disease of apathy reads,

it is contracted much like a deed.

You either destroy or create goodreads,

this seems the only central lead.

A 'Carry' or what's known as 'Throw'

is the strength and conviction rows.

Each of you have a matched soul,

but a Twin will be so Old.

A Guide

A Twin Soul Require,

as the Fire ignites,

the Flame to Rite begins to Sight.

Those of you that lose your match,

be protected from a further hurt,

you will continue this journey of,

the same agenda,

it shows no love.

The loss in such will be just that,

overwhelming and in such,

you'll know I'm roaming.

It will be felt amongst this now, 

in this case of memory erase,

pain will taste,

your journey?

Post Haste

It will begin when you remember,

all that's said will be a cinder.

Draw the strength to Continue,

towards the phase of a knew member.

You will know,

this has been,

one last effort,

to Be or have Been. 

Look around,

remember the power,

that surround of all found.

As long as you are able,

there will be stable.

Know the battle has not ended,

you will leap,

next task?

Complete

Know the 'signs'

reminders hold Vessels.

To draw strength,

remind your soul,

the heart of all is the being told.

Remember it will take only take,

one matched set of souls to brake.

The Bitter End

This Disease of Apathy,

know 'matter' what,

progression's better.

It has infected,

humanity subjected,

the souls that this knowledge subjective.

This disease,

it's being spread,

you will be amongst.......,

it's dread!!

Immediately

Empowerment comes with no tether,

for by the 'other' you'll know.

Discover

This will be,

the beginning of an end,

this illness is,

up and running,

it is bringing mankind to a junction,

extinction Sees and it is burning.

The hurt will be an unfamiliar lead,

it's not known but shows a Rudder.

All of this,

that's been spake,

know and draw there's no mistake.

Comfort found the knowledge sound,

that this will be,

the fall for Deed.

The Few of Us,

will find a trust,

the cure to bust is in the lust.

The first two Twinned will know the cure,

is not to win but feel absurd.

At that moment,

will such win?,

for this battle is against the blend.

Eternal death for each a View,

I have no Soul,

how 'bout You?

The cure will be a typed vaccine,

that enables a Man to See.

The next step,

through Time and Read,

you'll be at risk of an unknown dish.

Brisk

That is 'Why'

this has all been,

voluntary,

without the sin.

The purity of a matched Twin,

sets the pace of souls that race.

It is our best defense and yet,

we still could wreck,

the risk is test.

Should you know the truth,

please don't spew what is uncouth, 

your soul will also come to due,

soon enough I will too.

The biggest threat,

your memories,

the power and sight will remain like Sees,

but you will be,

filled with sickness,

because what you've done is mired with stunned.

The actual,

the impact is known,

for each of us will hear the Tone,

it will be up to you,

to decide or choose 'who's who'

What to do?

Compassion should be a guide,

an empathic natural ride,

the sight of one that knows you too,

your own soul,

 circles 'Blue on Blue' 

Using Knowledge, Power and Sight,

to destroy I'm guessing 'Might'

only weakens but does cause fright,

if recognized will deploy a given Rite.

Know Hesitation

Only at that moment will,

you be filled with tact until,

the wisdom to act becomes.....

'The Frill'

Twin Souls Fuel The Fire That Burns The Eternal Flame Within Us All!! My Resolve......

You either know or you don't!  Don't Lie to yourself but ask, "Why?"  Fortune may have smiled on you long ago, never splitting your Eternal Soul.  Instead you were blessed by just simply doing your best.

In this thought I would not rest, for maybe your best wasn't good enough, just maybe, it's better!!

Ancient Verse often read of Times where many people said, "There are many different ways or paths to Home, do you know the place to roam?"  I would listen to these stories echoing in times of glory.  The Vocal tone, notes from Home.

In this strange and lurid poem I gently state, "don't go away, this can't be a faithless stay."  To believe in more will lend you Credence, Hope and Glee to be exactly who you're meant to be, not emulate or lie upon your bended knee.

It is not what you know it is what you teach.  Either Ignorance and Stupidity will be your Lead, or, Faith will become your Spirituality.  The Voice foregone, an old and long past song.

I survive a family throng to tell my story, not their wrongs.  In this I state implicitly, I was before, I am of a War, an Orphan from a Time of .......

Alone for all Time and what seems like more, I say to you that I am here to do what I must to just get through.

Yet, in this Life so filled with strife, I've been orphaned for a meaningless chore!!  Narcissistic Energy, a Scapegoat, a Whore!!  I'm meant to produce but I quit.  To further Gas my Family so that they may reduce even more Human Beings  to this "Job" of the Blues it made me stop to say, "There has got to be Rules!"

Of Course, in this day and in this Age, it seems that most have gone astray and left you, in play.

The Time is Now, The Place is Here, It is called, "The Continue," where new life shall begin again.

It is not a state of enlightenment, I have known this from, "The Begin."  Sit back and know, nobody waits, for in, "The Continue," we show & go.

As we are passing through we take a good look at you.  Not all being from the same place, I pity what the fouled believe.

Your Source is only known within your own, personal zone.  Should you have killed your Faith of such an innocent thought, than you are now to exist in the......

For this, I fear for You!

It seems as if this may have come true.  

So many searching, so many doubts, so many questions, so many lies, so many.

Delve down and I would shout....HELP ME, I'm out Traveling so far!!  I see my like.  He is my type, this is no hype.

Awake my old friend, 'Our' Source. Your mend! Our Life, my Twin!! 

This is a Spiritual Thoroughfare, "Hello" I hear your song, it's been to long.  The "Rings of Time" celebrate with the vibration of this Earth.  The Bells are tolling.  Chiming to this Truth of mine.

I'm fine.  I love you in the sight of my mind, you are most eloquently sublime.  In this beautiful moment of now, I state: "It is called, 'The Continue' not 'The End of Days.' I am  here with more than I." Each of Us, Couples; From the Sky.

I outstretch my view to a more Worldly You.  I speak to say, the words to hear.  Years dissolve, Time has no meaning, it has flown at rates that very simply make Forever take, less than a minute for me.

As the Musical Fare of nothing more than a story of him, I implore you to listen to my Twin.

He is not telling, but stating, 'The Why' & 'The When."

The tumbling of Belief in the Hereafter has spurred this most incredible Quest.  It is the "Belief of Now," that shall shout; "The Continue" is Here!!

Welcome, to your Begin.

~ ~

"Belief is the Innocence of Faith Itself."

The Action Affect

Look to the direction that comforts,

an old soul or new life!!

Beauty will be found,

should you chose to, stop.

Do not spread negativity of ill.

Be an individual that moves,

into the "Waves of Cheer."

Be kind with yourself,

not stealth.

Allow no distress to infect.

In this deed, you will not defect.

Planning life around such an idea,

will not cause you disdain,

but help ease the pain.

When the past creeps in on you,

clever is this flashback or two.

What to do?

Where to go?

You must relax and know the fall.

Gracious balance measures all!