Placed In Real Knot

Wear in this Life,

A Shield!!

Not Rife!!!

Not to project,

an exampling of wrecked,

but to show,

that you're Knot.

Full of just Taught,

a Sight-To-Behold.

Not Kill,

'cause it's old.

A Vision,

of spoken heard,

considered irregular,

or Absurd.

Will cast light,

into the blackened,

Darkness.

As Right,

becomes,

Righteous!!

Not Bound

Bye constraints,

a prison,

I rank.

To Show,

the 'Right'

Stance

For Liberty

"Just"

a chance.

Free does incur cost,

a Sight of,

Know Loss.

In Worlds that Kill,

their Citizens and Boss,

too Assassinate,

'At Will?'

The Trigger,

of the Shill,

perpetuating death,

not Quill?

To Write-the-Wrongs,

in Ink,

a belong.

Will encourage,

an Ancient Order,

to go,

Study a Reason.

For boarders in Minds,

discouraging,

Treason,

delivering reason,

a 'Time' a 'Verse'

not a Legion.

Won will Stand,

Out!!

A Guarded Tout

The Lines are not Seen,

Communication,

will be lean.

Fear is not Right!!

To settle the wrong,

a quite display,

may prove,

a new way.

A Road to be Paved,

with Words that are Strong,

that Lead,

to guidance or,

Men.

That do Song!

Hymns of the Past,

written to last,

through,

Ages-Of-Wrath,

are designed to wrap,

a comforting Cloak,

on Those,

that don't joke.

Those that do choke on Words,

of,

'Know Hope'

create yokes.

A forbearance,

for 'Ancient Lines'

to reveal what is kind,

to further rewind,

a

'Complicated Mind.'

The Prose,

to prove growth,

the Secrets,

of Rote.

A thorny approach,

a Purchase-of-Note,

to be heard.

Not Provoke!!

To Brake With News

I Swear,

I must put credence,

Inn,

The Nature of Law.

Written in History,

to assist,

not cause misery.

To listen to a declare,

that Takes-Lives-Away,

based on,

'An Imminent Display?'

  

Will bring Death,

to Innocence,

with no recorded sentence.

To be a Native to known,

I detect,

'No Sense'

Even the Law of the Jungle,

in instance,

would object!!

The navigation of furthering life,

is surely not through such derived strife!

The threat of Extinction,

is known,

the bullet to kill is not just aimed,

but fired.

The Curious,

whom Implore?

I do believe,

I have been,
well it's all just troubling.

I am floored at the Document,

taking 'Lives'

from the docket,

reducing chances,

based on Fear?

Thoughts could be intentions,

not clear.

A Country,

removing its Birthed,

with 'No Trial'

Produces Tribulation,

not elation.

A Sad Day

The Truth,

forever sealed.

For how does,

'One'

appeal,

a death sentence,

of Real?

No Evidence Required!

No Fence to Sit!

No Defense,

to be told.

To Kill,

not the old,

buried for reasons,

like 'Treason'

so we're told.

Our Country,

has taken life,

in countries untold.

Asked to be Bold?

I Balk.

To Redefine What Understood, Hear

A Word without Meaning,

which has been redefined and is scheming,

to Confuse a Sentence,

with a deeper believing,

is simple allowing:

Mis-Leading

To show what is said,

to cause dread for what is not dead.

A Blind & Sorted approach,

to obliterate a Language,

of Rote,

a Chiseler's Dope.

To ensure the languages of Told,

I define for only the Bold,

to Spell-Out,

know notes of old.

There is a specific understanding,

an under-tone.

A Laudable Voice,

projecting Choice,

with dialect needing inflect,

upon 'Past Learned Verse'

lends credence to the words as practiced,

not Rehearsed!!

A Truth can be passed-in,

descriptions that will last,

not up for interpretation,

from Our past,

but to Incorporate-the-Future.

Should a Testimony-of-Old,

be recorded for a Fold,

than 'The Original' will hold,

to Guide those that choose to abide.

To ignore and defame the Text or the Word,

delivered specific to Men of the Same,

is a Cowards admission of Fear.

Profane!!

A Word can carry weight,

upon the driven,

to redefine or to mislead the Blind.

To try to find,

the books which define,

the things that are spoken,

just to understand what is broken,

is more than a token.

For definitions of such,

are difficult to touch,

without being written,

as defiant or smitten.

To presume that News,

delivers truths & not lies,

is a comfort to only those whom have no need,

to disguise their words.

Speaking-With-Girth

Not Misleading,

with rehearsed.

Why Knot? It's Complicated

I treasure the Moments,

which Remind-Me of Past!!

Mystery that Will-Guide; Me

To Know that Secrets-Are-Kept,

with-in the Minds that Set,

a measure to See,

just the glory of,

BE!!

In the Scores of Tablets,

that have Written,

so often,

Forgiven Thought,

in a rapture of what,

is Naturally-Given.

To expand the view of Life,

not strife.

Yet, at the moments, 

Stop,

burned and fried,

mental-capacity of the brain,

not taught.

It is Hated, Killed,

too Halt!

A Plot

Evolution, Creation, Natural Law,

Understood,

never dead.

I lean myself to Curve

to miss the bullets,

thrown by Words,

the Callous, the Absurd,

missing the invitational light bringing,

Sustenance,

should bring in-sight.

Encouraging not discouraging,

Sight that will Sow,

Tomorrow too Today,

Yesterday too Past,

Belief in History,

Myths and Mystical,

to due the total.

Owed we are not,

foreboding thought,

into action not sought.

Scene

Appeasing it seems,

is the way of obscene,

for in the 3rd Eye,

hardly a try,

Truth is Observed,

in silence You learn.

Not to condemn,

a peaceful hymn,

increasing our Might,

to Trace the Right,

so Left can be Known,

as a Door,

of just shown.

Importance will lay,

within what is real,

the defining signal,

of 'Why' some do wriggle.

No Room for Interpretation

When Clarity speaks,

of and through the Scribs,

that will Riddle and Verse,

to Thought-in-the-Middle,

in nothing more than a scribble,

than you will know it is,

to merely detect all that Quibble.

The Sound of Surprise

A Directory-of-Thought!!

A synapse does Hold,

fire it does,

upon the rise of flame.

The Light-of-a-Display,

to Show,

not complain.

A given name,

of this,

I know.

Time does Play,

this symmetry,

it is so very, very Old.

Reframe

As the light does shine,

the moon shimmers upon the bay,

casting shadows,

a sobering sight,

I behold the Same.

The equation of a Note,

the Tone in Silence,

broke not the air,

but the Yoke,

of which Life had dealt me.

I spoke of what I did feel,

to suppose of such as surreal,

becomes the death of more than known.

It says 'Goodnight'

to what may be right,

not just for me,

but for everyone.

A Treasure is Held,

in Hope I Fell,

for Belief,

and not to sell,

the Ancient or the Wise.

To Me, at least,

the Lies that Preach,

no allowance for a new release,

takes no heed to that which bleeds.

A Point-Of-Difference Too See,

for Chance does Subject as well.

I Am Grateful For Hymn!!

Their in this 'Seen,'

where Vessels made Way,

Sails up and filled with Wind.

A Howling,

echoed,

Songs-of-War.

The Land was under feet,

the Sky in Set,

left behind,

I stood to,

 Know fall.

I understood their Call.

In this time,

my memory does find,

an Ocean to View.

The billowing of the Sails,

Ships I watched,

just left me.

Upon a wall,

I saw no-one I knew,

he stood too,

watched with I,

no cry.

Into the Horizon of that setting sun,

the sight of such,

is settled,

done.

I turned to sight,

please bless this girl,

with the presence of,

I feared,

he loved.

Left once more,

by whom had sworn,

that Cause-Affect,

is how it's done.

To stay with sir,

he did concur,

his kindness saddened,

by my given-state,

of 'Why?'

Although the weight of levity,

did prove to be his hand,

he dealt compassion,

he did not speak of this.

 Foreign Land

To tolerate one such act,

was changed by all of that,

the instant of,

this ugly shove,

of what the seas took from me,

the pain of knowing,

you will be left for showing,

Sum-of-Two,

not Won!

A calculation of what nature shouts,

for I see this Man about.

How strange it seems,

this verse it streams,

with 'Times' I See,

inside of Me.

A Third-Eye of which I Speak

To know Truth,

a memory of Wealth,

belongs to 'I'

to Say I'm Long,

I've been,

I have experienced Him!

No descriptor could be a text,

that did change what I said,

he did hold true,

I have know-regret.

He explained:

"No Ship-Wreck"

The Court of Death....Provides You With...

For Death Court is not,

a Contract of Faith.

Nor, is it written.

When you pass from Realm to Realm,

it is the dimensions that you cross,
that forced Belief.

Without mere directions you may find yourself lost.

You stand alone,

Alive & Held in the force of Judgement!!

Fear not what You cannot believe,

nor comprehend,
for in-this-thought,
I brought.

Relief.

To conceive the simplicity of,

Pulling a Number

to stand your turn,
is a concept of patience.

In Christianity,

you will find the Con,

which Channels the Evils,

from within your core,
to merely belong?

In Death Court there is More!

To stand your ground in defense of life,

delivers your opportunity to know twice.

Once to Announce Your-Self!

And than to know your Wealth.

The Lies & Excuses,

you begin to make from here,

have wiped-out lives and shelved,

the Existence of Hope,
everywhere!!

Your constant burn of human beings,

has created in itself the,

Indignity of Pain.

The Millions of Turns, 

or ways to get out of this final review,
is in itself a fruitless measure.

So why not be better,
and state what should be clear;

Be Accountable.

An example of action,
that delivers an individual traction,
to become what they may,
naturally, independently,
with a wealth of mind,
to engage and then to find,
a personal truth.

 Just may end up being,

A Universal Truth of,

Seeing!

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!!

A Deed Called Life?

Only in 'The Site,'

on my mind,

I See,

what may have been,

related to Me!

A War,

a Decree,

an awful end,

to an Ancient Life!

An Orphan of Such-A-War,

compelled to bare,

I know of what's now done.

To watch as Swords are Spears thrown,

Killing All I know to Be!

I'm Told; 

Go!!

'Hide amongst the Old Devise,

a Tree is Planted for Your Life.

Be of No-Dismay,

Live-To-Tell,

a Tale of Whoa!

Be of what We-Seethe,

not free; Too trust.'

I Face,

"A Singular-Destiny? I Cry! Why Me?"

Stated-In,

..the bloodied fields of Past Memories,

'look to See,

what will not traverse:

Join and in this, Tell, You are no mistake.

KNOW!!

Remembrance-Shall-Guide.'

Turning to Duty,

I began the walk of,

Ordered-Law.

All Dead

Cut-by-Fire,

I miss so much,

what must have loved me.

To Press-Upon,

my life,

Survival-of Such,

as if to Hug-Me,

with the Arms I no longer feel.

What Evidence is there,

in these Memories-of Horror?

There is no faith,

in this World,

I'm Placed.

Forced into Silence,

an empty existence,

for I do hold to,

 a genetic view.

Relieved

Repressed Memories,

are not forgotten times,

for Cause shall Raise in the Inherited,

a Rite-to-Save.

Search a concrete night,

a place entombed to be,

"The Rings of Gold"

that fired-me!

I Pine my Loss,

felt for gain,

I find only sane to say:

A Stated-Life,

Witnessed Death,

A War of All in a Total Fall!

What good are these Memories?

What is it that they say?

Encompassed point,

North, South, East, West?

A needle spins,
in this Universal Play

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?

A Ten or, Crescendo!!

The singing breeze releases voice,

of Birds to Seek her height!

The wonder of,

such wondrous Flight!!

With Ease,

too Sail through.

The Battle comes,

when delight,

gives weight,

to seeming needs.

The Drink of Life

A given-plight,

for I do,

feel the plead.

It's Nice!

To dine on such,

in Mind I sought,

to Relieve this Deed.

A Sign

The Grace of Nature,

does embrace.

An Eagle befriended Me of late!

First We Met,

He flew in sight.

He swiftly darted prey,

the sound of such a precise flight,

brought shivers to my spine.

Next

He spied Me out,

a Tree He matched.

In colored display,

with difficulties I sight.

So near He was to Me!

A proximity,

which I still,

dismay, amazed,

an Ominous display.

No Time had passed,

only Afternoon,

brought Majesty again.

Almost,

as if He's watching.

So, I may know His Claim,

an Ancient, Ageless Reign!

I Hear His Call to Say:

To Prey,

a Natural State.

Believed,

a given one.

A Fitting Place, To End.

The Pepper In Salt

I believe in Singularity,

a paradox,

the product of,

'A Delivery'

 that provides Sum,

to tabulate,

or, too,

be Free-From, 

what has been done.

To kill the Instinctual Heritage,

retrospective to Our given birth,

deemed an imprisoned state,

Few make mention,

 of memories which I adore:

'A Life Before.'

The Cause & Affect,

which make many, abhor,

the opening of such a door.

A Given State,

of 'The Lore' replayed,

sung by Ancients,

a Source, an Origin,

which can support,

the Questions,

by delivering the Answers,

a Roar of so much more than Die.

Albeit an Invitation,

experience of a situation,

the growth at least for Me,

is without a hesitation.

I love the fact,

when you look back,

there is no loss in knowing the cost,

for the gains of such:

Remain

To Educate or Too Train,

the Mind with Reflective Thought.

Allows a broader,

respective view,

to Continue, in a Begin;

 Anew!

A simple stand,

delivering a complex hand,

a Poker Game it seems,

reminds me of the time I wrote,

this blurb, 

I thought, I loved.

Simple Complexity

In complexity there is simplicity,

once you see simplicity you once again

understand how complex simplicity really is.

When you no longer see the complexity

in simplicity, you begin your own

extinction due to your lack of vision

into the complexity that simplicity

provides.

Understanding that simplicity provides

complexity with an infinite number

of simple equations to be understood.

You then realize, that in simplicity

you find complexity, which is

the biggest and most complex

puzzle, found, but not understood.

A settlement of a mind that broke,

brought these Words,

that flowed with Hope,

to build My-Self,

back from: Chore.

This Structure of My Reason,

a Riddle I suppose,

received by none with interest,

laughed at,

brought Me tears.

Predisposed

In the After,

which was before,

I reminded my Mind to Know,

it is 'The Motto' written,

that complete expression of,

a Natural & a Driven Purpose,

that I doth should love.

I was a life that listened,

inasmuch I know,

Patience has delivered,

a Life of all I show.

~

 

 Stand proud!!
Allow your posture to be your Voice!!
Then your words can be your grace!!
Remember,
Silence is golden, until it is broken,
that is when you go Platinum!!
This is our heritage,
Freedom is priceless
and
will cost you everything
with
no promises. 

~

Is there Piece in Love?

A Calculated Draw

The distance to death,

is One drawn breath.

the exhale of which,

draws more.

The stated confusion,

will cause,

most to sum,

Their wrongs,

not there Rites.

A Gathering of,

Sort-it-Through,

brings down corrections,

that You have not Ascribed too.

The Shame in such,

is that Information does touch,

'The Cities of Dread'

in-site of Reel.

Filled with Night,

the Day-Light of,

the warmth is found,

in DO!!

To be of,

the Cover-Up,

delivers a total too.

'Forthwith'

Fear Shall Be A Tip.

Emotional Fare,

does Trade upon,

the air which you don't see:

Sit

The Calculating,

done whilst hear,

remains in Scene,

Banking Memories on Account.

Reason Draws,

out of this Brink,

deposits of unkind.

For have You shared,

Spoken-Of,

or

Preached of Your Despair?

A Reprieve

Sew-Off Coarse,

stifled wrought,

a meshing of,

'Know Thought'

Too Stand & Speak,

Knotted Talk,

of what is past and present Here.

The Branding of this Ready Sear.

Just!

Do You distribute,

biblical fear,

of what's interpreted,

not what's clear?

Remembrance,

surely is regret,

to only whom that Lie.

Not to Themselves,

for Sake of Plight,

but to the Masses: Mingled.

In this Reducement,

of what's not dead,

You spread not Love but Penance.

Your Voice doth carry Sentence.

Thereupon,

You turn backs on,

those imposing Reason:

Not to Consider,

too take 'Thought'

but to state,

"It's Treason!"

A Sultry Shift,

to put the blame,

a shifting of Your dark disdain.

To place the shame,

that You should feel,

on the shoulders,

of whom just said,

"Oh Man, I think it's real!"

Now this Verse,

it's unrehearsed,

but bleeds in light of such.

Not to condemn,

but to Ask?

What is this Claim of Dread?

..is Moloch whom you've Said?

~

A Post,

in No-Man's Land,

the spark of memory,

Out-Of-Hand.

Newfound Leads,

to State:

These Memories fill with Truth not Hate.

Kneed has Worth,

for a Knight,

to Twin Me Once Again.

A rapture of what's been.