You Wake To Know You ......Seethe!!

We come from distance great,

to deliver messages sent,

the Universe does shout,

as we come about.

Blindness grew through Ages,

the Ancient built such signs,

Humanity has dumbed this down,

stating, "It's not sound."

The enlightened mind resting,

leaves Life to Trace a Find,

the angles become the bracing,

for All that are not bound.

As Centuries have passed,

the "Ages" so do last,

encircling the globe,

announcing darkness know!

In the Writings still entombed,

the Chiseler's evidence stating doom,

saddened many to mark for You,

there is a way to get through.

The Conscious Mind must Wake,

a collective by design,

mapping out what must be found,

a posture to tackle bind!!

In Rote you may just know,

a natural law in such times,

when teaching invokes death,

kills based on imminent threat.  

The Voice has witnessed this,

as apologies persist,

but to take a life to save a life,

is a twisted fit.

A Gathering of the Mute,

in places which impute,

the belief is in the listing,

Resistance seems the Misting.

Enlightenment will pass,

the need to know reaches Wrath,

the Mind withholds the Path,

a Conscious Note of Hate.

a place of Peace your lost,

in Sake of need you want,

in Blast of wrong you're right,

the plight enhances blind.

You're Out-of-Time,

the rule in rote,

declares the Ages End.

No balance in this measure,

it will add-up to Sin.

Although you've turned your back,

to the Old and Ancients fact,

the Signs of Times,

will Speak with Lines,

the ones you will wait in.

The Shame that should show,

is the Blame in which You throw,

the fault is there imposed,

upon the roads of known.

The Words in the Verse,

the spoken of shown,

casts aside what is bliss,

in-spite You are blown.

In the Eyes which do see,

the Moor's of such kneed,

it is sung in more than reads,

by design and not a plead.

The Circle than complete,

the Hour-Glass breaks,

the Tumbler sounds,

a ride with no seat!!

The importance of Issue,

draws close to the days,

when Ignorance was used,

to excuse thus engaged.

Lacking the Skills,

to Listen to drilled,

You dug into History,

and dismissed the Mystery.

Do not turn to another,

reflection is in self,

review of your well,

may deepen the Tell.

Denial of History,

the Ages of Sign,

the Golden, the Silver, the Bronze to remind,

that Iron is Hot and darkens this plot.

A Play to Release,

the Stars which will be,

a guide to deliver,

more sages than me.

In rote I have written,

in memory of told,

that doubt will reveal,

the pages of Old!! 

The Choice of Will

The Essence of Our Earth,

has passed.

Returning to where Souls Home

In the most evident sight,

Earth goes dark at Night.

In the Origin of Our Time,

the negativity circulating,

has killed the Heart-of-Her!!

No Mention,

of the Words Spoken.

Streaming

Be Wise to Thoughts,

of this enlightenment to ends.

Using 'Core Aspects' of any One thing,

to thrive upon,

destines to only won.

A temporary Run!!

Should You draw from the Land,

and not replenish the wealth,

with the respect of done,

than in Good-Sense,

it creates an everlasting run,

of Over!!

Blindness to the Affect-of-Humanity,

makes Us small.

A Collective Stall,

know Harness in place to abide.

The Stars begin,

too Hide!!

Explosions Nigh

Tremendous Crash is this,

a terrible end,

to an Ominous Lend,

of a Lot.

In this,

'the Continue'

it is 'Free Will' that shall be,

a Chore for Deed.

Establish a Mind,

with Conscience rite,

to deliver those with 'Might' to take stock,

in this....

a collective blind

Turning a Blind Eye,

third or not,

will eventually cause a permanent sight,

of no relief.

'Just' Grief

Terrible are Times, 

with no-promise in design.

Thought in this Test,

true and disturbing at best.

A Fit-Full Rest,

as many do jest.

To ground reality with evidence,

surrounds 'A Ready Mind'

Not difficult to find

To lose Language,

too Speech,

our writing needs will be lost or shed.

A change in meaning,

words not recognized for define,

a spelling sign,

in each and every line,

will become the lash,

of what will last,

our present past.

A Grave In-Site

To discover,

the dead rising,

when Hell is to crowded for Them,

would cause dismay in any end.

For if the Tombs,

in Life did speak,

would it not Creak?

No Flesh & Blood,

to circulate,

just the Skeletal remain to debate.

What if the Grave does Mark?

With words and names in plain sight,

to read a might?

Identify a given life,

passed,

bye,

to birth or in order,

to sum a calculated fight.

Should such Account,

be paved with insight,

not fright,

so 'We' may live not again,

but Continue in a Win.

Could 'We' than touch upon the Verse,

a prophecy, rehearsed,

in Religions upon this Earth.

When 'The Dead' do Rise,

as a sign of final goodbyes,

Enlightenment could awake,

a sleeping state.

Not the bones in Graves,

Forespake:

But Men and Women who have been,

to jolt,

 Too 'A-Wake!'

Does this Looming idea,

settle fear,

or engage interpretation,

as so near.

As it seems,

dead do walk and even talk,

speaking of life not here,

creating a circle of truths,

to root.

It is even said,

in Religions Text,

that One shall return again,

to die for their sin.

Is Reincarnation or an Understanding of Been,

dead rising,

too Life again?

In the flesh,

with memories of debts,

moved to improve lives we recount,

as opportunities to re-sound,

In-Order to Go-Round,

a completion if found.

Could the Religions Text,

refer to waking from a slumber of blindness?

Enlightenment to Accept,

a challenging state,

of Kept-in-tact,

too Remember,

 each and every fact.

To ensure,

Peace upon an End,

in a Continue to begin A-knew!

Is a better way,

to steady our day,

with comfort that the present dead can

Rest In Peace,

not be woke,

so Some can see Their release.

A Riddler's Rite!!