Passed Life

The Pull of a Scene,

in memory,

the sight of such,

not Panic,

just Stowed.

A Kindness,

in this Hand-of-Fate,

my destiny,

by No-Mistake!

To Hope,

I will not be Alone,

for Eternity,

in thus I'm shown.

A Credence,

a History,

in which I See,

a Battle that Orphaned me!

In Ancient Time,

where War-met-Plan.

I have Sight,

in memory,

a Rite?

Can this be the same Knight?

Left with Him,

to Survive this Plight?

All I See,

are Sails in an Oceans Lake.

A giant Pond,

where all is gone.

In confusion,

not despair,

led my life,

from Hear-Too-Stare.

I Ponder meaning of such a place,

Climatic-Difference,

of this I rate.

Such a Great-Full Sea of Missed,

that I mention,

am I this?

Think it Odd,

thought it Strange,

memories of just rearranged.

Silence burns,

this seared appeal,

my life so far,

does seem Surreal.

In such a Heritage,

I do not worry,

for this plan,

does not seem hurried.

A Man

is the One,

of Two-sent-Through,

to saturate all of Who?

He is the Strength,

healed my path,

Four Millennia,

He's been a Fact.

Not just in Been,

I See Too,

He's Free-to-Well,

All that Blew!

Is this Story in History,

Knew?

The Sum Of A Deed In Hell's Humanity

When the Red Sea's blow over-head,

you are now Long-Dead!

The Noise that will Counter the Moon-less Sky,

can be seen in the Men of Ayes,

you shall not be Dead but are not Alive!!

The Fruitless Bloom of the Spring in Winter,

is the Solstice on No-One, but Few!!

A Wretched End to No Begin,

is the bloodless marriage of just when.

A Continuum is What Will BE,

only Once in History.

For after that.....Destruction Rules,

as Creations Tool to Heal from Humanity.

An Endless Drool.

To Look back Once,

is Twice you see,

but Blind you are to that.

In Fact,

in that which argue's this mere thing,

is where you'll hear the words to sing..

"God Damn"
or
"Fuck That!!"

As ground is the wet bog that saturates the unfaithful sod,

so shall you be the Sponge to clean the Deed Owed to,

Mother Earth and her Prodigy.