Blackened Arts Candled Start

In my youth I was silenced,

a circumstantial grave.

As a young adult,

I thought I could forget,

maybe best a certain rest.

At a Mid-Point,

I lived in FEAR!!

GET OVER IT!!!

I did hear,

and I had not even 'Said' what I have spelled out here.

Honesty, "A trust."

Lies become truth in the words spoken; Heard!!

I find the opposite to be,

for me,

represents what to do.

Looking at the maternal lead,

I was young probably still in need,

but this is a simple plead.

I halted Myself,

in this I was never stealth,

I have resisted their strange Plot,

I will make my stand,

Opposite.

Learned my first lesson in life,

in this thought I stood to never be bought,

in this, "It's best,"

do not take a life to increase Sight.

My Decide,

"they" do not jest!!

With the view of my family true,

I was small and told my Use,

stared at what said I'd die,

a precursor to my life.

Thought to myself,

it's You or I?

For in my young 'Book of Mind'

I did a simple find;

"I will do the absolute opposite of everything I see, to protect me."

I believe that to take a life to save a life,

is not a path at any time,

and most certainly is a deviant sign,

of nothing more than what was rhymed,

my 'Use' my 'Bind'!!

Should believed maintain a kill without a death,

than it is not for me to be what you said,

you were a Shill at best.

A proper thought,

of do not join regardless of fraught,

a stand made evident despite remand,

a birth to make bold.

To be beat down in any 'round,

to force participation in such a sorted art,

to deliver to another a new start,

without respect to the value of innocence in birth,

will issue a particular strife upon this Earth.

Therefore acceptance did put forth a resist,

my Soul was purchased,

bought for fact,

to seal that.

So in "Against" of "Accept"

a given threat without doubt or taken as bet,

I went against their given throne of G_d,

I chose best,

in opposite I will rest,

paternal blessed.

I would rather know "No good"

than to be willing to propagate should,

my birth is not your Hood.

To take a life in any form,

is the destruction of what was innocent,

and the delivery of what will be wise,

in action and in life.

Your Hoodoo Hell,

in this you do persist,

is still killing in the switch.

Trading places in a mortal exist,

represents a mind's darkest twist,

not to find but to know the Shill,

as this delivery to this place,

my birth, my race, my use in this life,

was only to end by them taking my place.

Never did I think I could witness this Rite,

before the night that it was made too late for me to right,

an extremely sorted plight.

Fate has made this date of interest,

more than difficult to explain,

to even begin a defense would be their win,

so I wait.

In a twist of this same strange fate,

I watched this movie,

unknowing of the plot,

I was shocked to witness,

as this act is truly sought.

Words cannot express in Verse,

the terror placed upon my life for "It's" Use.

Belief would have never sufficed any person,

for to disadvantage such an act,

I chose a silent path until I saw what created this Wrath.

A 'Practice' of such a disgust,

makes this Film a must,

in seeing there is believing,

what I was made to understand,

is my 'Use' in this Land.

When I heard what I thought absurd,

I said,

"What I am for?"

They me told once again,

in silence, I wept.

Who's Reign?

The underneath walks above,

as each will be an example of,

destructive creating free choice of will,

in a mindful conscious 'till.

This Earth upon the turf its chilled,

shakes with faith, no respect of billed,

a debt such owed accounts are full,

responsibility denied : duty scorned.

As if Sloth becomes Mankind,

humanity will not Post It's due.

Rocking Fires Comets glare,

elemental island sparred,

rites of reign ignite such blame.

The Mind does reach into Antiquity,

the Origin of the Men you see,

the Order of Writ much like whipped,

delivers Heaven with no lift.

Upon this ground kingdom found,

no guise of blind to hide,

the evidence of such is hence,

describes this every sigh.

Your 'Want' of obvious rule explained,

as the Instant took the King,

now this walk will cause disdain,

for what was in dimensions Seen,

now resides Inn complete.

So throne Yourself in plain sight,

the home of G_d fell in night,

but I guess it's prophesied,

as expected He did die.

For 'Why' would He chose to reside,

on this Earth or by Your side?

For faith in such delivers rough,

and in the Story I saw tough.

Are you prepared to example above?

To have what was walk with us,

as such does shed the obvious,

just to be as you and me,

will you see the pain or just plain seethe?

As I speak in Histories Keep,

demonstrates why G_d does leave,

in this instance of such horror,

of the logos which You bore.

Crucified a declare,

what will you do should difference stew,

expose itself as something true.

In this time of knowing Line,

more to come as a Fine,

Few will acknowledge a trying bind,

in this Era of Heavens decline.

Upon this Planet now sublime,

did you expect a glass of wine?

Will you celebrate and then just dine?

Who will Lead this troubling time?

Is a prophecy the Sum of mass,

a collective task,

to be accountable for..... Millenia's wrath?

In The Stress of a Day, a Flashback gave Away...

The other day, last week in fact,

I went to the dentist, in chair I sat,

I began to shake as a rubber dam was placed,

inside my mouth for cavities sake.

Bluntly spoken with no repose,

I stated with no tact,

"I was killed as a kid, a plastic bag was wrapped over my head!"

In frankness I just said.

In such fright I must have turned white,
and their compassion won me out,

they continued with great care.

But as my fear did soak my being,

I closed my eyes to seek relief,

in this I was not scared.

Instantly without a pause,

thrown back to time,

a child I find,

it was me in state of See,

I stared in disbelief.

In this scene, of what was done,

I saw a missing piece,

like a Movie or a Film,

it played a brand new seen.

I stayed calm with eyes shut,

 I now do share this strange repair,

myself was back in that basement trap,

a total of recall.

There I was, cradled, love?,

 in the arms of this Man,

the One who did this true.

I waited with the patience in,

my self I did still shake,

I clamped my eyes till day was night,

in this I still had Sight,
the dental chair I held so tight.

There I stood, in close I could,

for my age has brought me height,

the difference understood.

I watched without such fear it's weird,

this Man drew my small frame endeared,

he kissed my cheek with tears it's clear,

my body was so still,

I seemed to be outside myself,

I stared for I seemed dead.

All too much, my mind did touch,

upon which was unfair,

this Crime of Love it seemed to be,

I still did die downstairs.

Why now do I close my eyes,

in a dental chair,

I was scared, I felt the fright,

creep up into my being.

My breath was hot,

I sucked no air,

did this act bring despair?

I guess good reason would so tell,

a flashback can be Hell,

but all this did was fill in rid,

the gap became the voiceless kid,

from action of, to when I froze,

and now I know 'The why.'

To think that this is remembered when,

my stress did heighten fear,

but life so strange,

I watched deranged,

and now I feel like I'm just here.

I guess no matter, this ensued,

the act of done, so near to sum,

the total of declared in wrung.

I now know,

 why the Cat,
did seem to have,
my tongue so young,

'because silenced has no scream.

I see my death as live record,
I do not question the answer;

"In death I see my life and life became my death to me."

~

Compelled To Say

As I know I'm not well read,

mostly speaking from my head,

taking me down a memory full,

of so much more than I've been told.

In fact I'm grateful,

it brings relief.

I am thankful I did chose,

to take so long to speak on things,

that you've said are so wrong.

In this tale I know the truth,

must be very long in tooth.

As I go, I can see,

that this message has a history.

As a child I looked around,

I wondered about all of you,

why so much hatred,

for a difference in planned?

I just thought,

I was damned.

To get through this difficult stay,

I never imagined that these words I state,

could be found in history bound.

As I grew I learned to do,

the more I saw the less I heard,

what was said just caused me dread.

In this thought I felt deprived,

I watched Their lies become Their Life.

I lived to breathe,

so I could be,

 what I knew I still did see,

not to talk but rather walk,

to gain an understanding;

In this Heed,

to warn of a different Deed.

Due to a strange twist of fate,

I found my pen falling to state,

in these 'Pages of Now.'

In a desperate plea to myself,

to discover my why and so I delved.

Lost in this World were ideas,

that would bring prosperity by other means.

As if to issue blame,

enhanced Their game.

How strange am I to have faith,

that there is so much more than what you bore.

As if there is an entire Sum,

removed in total from your tongue,

as you curse and chastise from,

saying things like;

"Evil, Run"

I always felt within my Being,

an 'Inner Compass' pointing 'Need,'

as if the Winds I cannot see,

are calling out,

"Be for me!!"

A natural plead.

The Act Of Done Does Not Relate Won

The Closeness of an Art seems lost,

in the Spoils of 'No Order'

tossed to the wind,

no revelry, just win.

The Stones of the Earth,

hold unknown secrets.

The attraction of the storm,

brings the Comet in,

the explosion of what was,

lands into the fierceness of been.

The grace of the journey,

taken as a given course,

the path so driven,

it becomes loved.

Does the Sky know this,

with the Cloud above?

does the Breeze hold a hug,

as it streams?

in the falling Rain,

do we experience Nature's tears?

Being only the result,

of a Night,

I speak with only question.

What is Love?

Surely it cannot be only 'An Act,'

with no prelude to the Scene,

no spatial company of the mystery.

Has it gone so far,

as to lower an expression of a dream,

to merely being done in the bedding.

The Conquest seems the prize,

yet what has been won,

other than done.

Has the beauty in an Ensemble,

been lost by the master,

in the reality of the Score?

Has the Symphony been dismantled for the choir?

Has the Instrument lost the Orchestra?

Has the Quest become 'the damned?'

The intent has become the mission,

no element or trace of the Mint,

left with contempt,

the 'Art for Men' 

will not be lost in this hymn.

Does the birth of anything,

only begin,

to know a destructive end?

Is the 'use' produced,

worth the cost of the loss?

Artistry,

the touch of expanding,

the inquiry into an interest,

what of the adventure?,

the road traveled?

Is what is done in action,

only for the purpose of a singular act,

of over?

To turn a dream away,

to play with what is at hand,

is not a B.D.S.M. plan,

for those Men do not damn,

but educate in a require.

Not because of what could be,

but because of what is, 

in being just a receptacle of what just does.

Regardless of want,

 overpowered by lust,

you fail the dream.

I venture to say,

a Dreamer lives life differently,

without the regard to 'It' passing them by,

but in the patience of the view.

I wish for you,

all that you wish for yourself.

May all that you know,

be the everlasting Tale of Your ultimate hopes,

manifested in your Home,

as the delight of your life.

May Humanity find gain,

not lost in vain.

May your hand hold another,

in times of peace and in events of war.

May a Paradise be Realized,

as your lives lived.

May No-One pass you,

to cast judgement with their eyes.

May you be treated to Love.

May you appreciate what is freely given,

not taken.

May your gift be,

the life you are.

May the mirror of Man,

show you compassion,

not hate in reflection.

May your better,

bare no blame,

May the Accent of your talent,

not be shame.

May you know,

 we are not all the same.

May you only know pain of what is,

leaving it as the remainder,

and not the total sum.

An Addendum

I Wield nothing more than set,

in Text of Old an ancient call,

I hear the;

"Tone of Might!'

In such a Symphony of vocal tune,

I speak without delight.

The Message Sight, the Word adorn,

a Time, a Place, a Fight!!

The War in 'Such' concludes a plight,

in lost you issue doubt.

The 'Land' in which,
this may hit,

I hold to close, too tight.

For in the 'Chance' of a 'Choice'

I hope you chose to pay the dues,

and not to pass the debt.

'The Rally' of,
 seems so broad,

I fear you will not Muster.

In such a failure man accepts,
 the deal as 'Court Jester.'

The shame in this,
will persist,

to Know 'No Good' in Bad.

The blame is blood upon your hand

of this I just See mad.

The dread becomes,

the Red in Bourne,

you kill for your belief.

The blood that spills upon the sands,

will be the wallow low.

Just to swallow, man in whole,

you sink as if you drink it full,

straight into the Dunes of which,

Mountains hold the View.

As if the Contract had a clause,

in this you gave no pause,
and now it seems so flawed.

To settle Peace with such type,

you lied from the begin,

the common thread of win.

Yet, in-spite of this wrong,

it was sealed but not for long,

your enemy did beg the deal.

Reread!!

Upon review, an argument ensued,

implied became a Rook.

Apparently, you just took.

Understanding not mistaken,

you planned to bury and placate,

in simple Verse you did Curse,

using language that was terse,

you omit the deed.

In a strange reverse,

this action strengthened Men.

The decision, not at hand,

became the law of their land.

Your aim just brought Purchase!

In that Land,

where Peace will come,

you delivered perfect.

To interpret would manipulate,

to read in plain would be insane,
because,

you issued death with No Let.

Black Water; Ready Toil

In a Place that is found,

connected-by what is Round,

delivers you a Sphere.

It can be touched and will reveal,

two become it's near.

In this Bend a bounce of through,

a Walk of Made will show to you,

'The Blue' 

a simple truth.

As such, a return does date,

full of hate as knowledge stayed,

ignored for not sublime.

To include,

an end for man,

or to chose,

a Polar Stand.

The shame of held will be in hand,

the ear you seek will turn to reap,

not the bounty but your pleasure,

for this lust becomes a measure.

Upon 'Such' learned 'Hatred' Turns,

Wrath-a-Path,

not to speak but to tell,

that this 'Action'

should be felt.

An Impact!!

This necessity to be heard,

a Prequel to Here,

leaves you with truth,

a blurb...

...that your travels,

'Give a Reality'

to a place and madness,

delivers girth.

In no appeal you change things,

the silence becomes disturbing,

as if 'The Plot' enhanced 'The Plan.'

This Magnifies Itself,

as done!

In the tact of 'Such' an erupt,

it shakes the Core,

of what was never believed,

Faith leaves,
 darkness is light.

Days become a chore,

this Scene is abhorred.

The 'Photograph' made,

is proof of a ray,

built by demand,

to point at alien lands,

left for Sake.

The invisible formality,

takes 'It's' form and then 'It' turns,

to manifest what burns,

intensely driven,

'It' seems the Sun,

until it's done.

In this, not a test,

is the threat,

to be a 'Jet'

of merely what,

implodes when struck.

In plain sight it does not show!!

Minds so old,

the ancients bold,

but They did tell you so,

and thus you go.

It is in this, that throws off track,

an exist.

Weapon staved in a formality, 

ignites your day to Play.

Impossible

It does leak, what you stole,

upon the land, not 'it's' home,

this Element is blown.

A known stone is what ends,

a moment shown with no sin,

does take shape and it begins.

The worth of mineral,

rich with denseness,

black it's claimed,

should not be touched,

or War erupts.

 Left unnamed,

moved for fame to create,

a formal Reign.

For with this bit, 

you have evidenced,

with such prevalence,

it proves a Book.

In these Caves,

where it's found,

are these Scrolls and still are bound.

In good condition they remain

Hidden from View, to produce,

when these days do come.

Pursuit

In such thought, Earth's not bought,

Mounds do hold some strange Truth.

In wait of a patient stay,

for delivery upon a day,

to use in a very special way,

to hold something at bay.

I wonder,

do these things exist in place?,

do they work

or

is it Present History made?

With such a magnetic pull,

electrifying if known,

bourn in lands of flight,

built to last, made to show.

This does possess great power,

an ancient store,

for there's more.

Ode!!

Properly used to liberate,

a guide to See,

free 'In Charge'

and

holds the greatest cost of Knew.

May Peace be with,

whomever may be due.

Rent collects Life's Account,

with no respect it wakes the dead.

A Bank of Dread turns black red,

water spoils and then it's said;

"It bled!!"

Scribing

In the 'School of Ancient Thought,'

I was taught,

a Universal Sphere,

to adopt.

An 'Order of Sought,'

to gain a greater knowledge,

a 'Philosophy that Delivers:'

Wrought!!

In a Signal,

there is Tone,

in Color,

 this can be Heard.

The production of a Voice,

brings 'Clarity of Choice,'

to Decide, not Abide.

The Ancients believed,

and produced,

a 'Path to Guide.'

Acutely driven,

a 'Bedrock of Stone,'

that must be walked,

and not blown.

Importance was Instruction

'Destiny will Deal,'

 the Cards You hold in-hand,

Fate becomes a Wheel,

to 'Deliver Plan.'

Their Clerical Stand!!

The Blue Door

I think upon the past of time in my memory of banked inside.  I See 'My Home' the beauty Inn reside.  In just Prose I hold this sight.  In this View, a window to hold and pose a thought to a different Land.  In which, I see a galaxy persist.

The color a brilliant hue out of my bedroom in review the Place in best, I did not rest.  The ground upon I stood strong, not privy to Life is Long.  Age of which had no song for the show, I just belonged.

As it seems there is belief that We do not ever keep; "Not All are from this Earth."  Some have traveled so far it's learned.

The setting of the sun could not begin to describe this total Sum.  In complete and total done, I used to watch a Universe have fun!!  In the Settlement of which was small I never heard a Human call.

Unaware to this Plight I lived in peace of this, I swear.

The Days were warm with the bounty of no setting.  The Moon not present, the Stars not placed, the Sky however, was full of grace.

Left to me at a Wars End I lived in solitude knew of sin,  In fact, I often ponder that.

Why such hatred, why such shame, for the jealous, just blast and blame.  I have learned of this I state, that it is not good to take issue with Fate.  My Destiny left me alone for all I loved was killed in place.

A Battle Field held the date.  It came so fast it seemed mistaken.  To teach myself, came with that, long before an Ancients Path came to be, I was at liberty, free to do.

In such existence I sought no wrath, I felt the persistence, My life, My path.

As War did come I felt divide, "Do I support?" and "Lock the Door?"

At this date I ponder done I once felt bad at action of.  Placing guise so when Strangers come, they pass right by and never sight my Home of a different life.

To gauge decision with all I see in this place, I'm not lured to change my way.  For earth reveals to me, the Nightmare that I dreamed.  For 'Her' Sake I am glad for Mine, had I not thrown those Locks in time, than this battle that We're in would have destroyed the Home I love.

Do you think in your minds thought upon return or your Lot?  For should this war come to this land should this planet die at hand, where will you go?  Space is not small and if you're lost then a Cry or Call will bring to you things that maul.  The fright in such is the Touch that Dimensions of what seems unknown exist and come to factor the plea that you shout out in desperate need.

I lived in silence much like now, in fact, sometimes, I feel as if Mother Nature does intend to put me back just to mend.  Watching this World yet again I insist that We Come to help resist.

I see that No-One believes in such spoken Deeds.  The balance of prosperous or further thought, seems so held to only Taught.

Should 'Such' things omit the Text of the Ancients and the like, than to defend, your Mind should mend and become your guide.  All I know is that this show is doomed to end with doubt.

No matter your begin, to know an Origin represents 'The Continue' in this hymn!!

A House Of Madness

Lend purchase to the Immortal Soul, 

do this before you offer up the Innocence of a child,

as the tranquility of your life. 

The simple sale of an offspring,

to obtain that which should naturally be unobtainable,

broke the Laws of the Land.  

The reckless appeal of Humankind,

into the courts of the Lords of the Dark, 

caused a riff in the tides of man,

changing the Laws of the Divine. 

Thus the Rules,

 of the Darkest Under-Lords, 

were known. 

The Laws that were broken, 

the laws that reach down, 

into the midst of the ones, 

that are better when not named, 

is where this small life was thrown. 

Tenderness was not known,

to this small being, 

however, 

it was found and given freely, 

as if it were their own. 

Protection was not present from the maternal one, 

but would be delivered, 

by the Demons,

brought to life on that day. 

Knowledge was seen by this small life, 

in the darkest prayer of night, 

just not understood. 

What should have been the terror of an innocent.

became the joy of the guilty, 

sending back not a small life, 

but rather, 

a Child of the Guild.

The tones which drive,

the self-purchase of such a Soul, 

straightened the view and the depth of sight.  

Upon such value,

was placed a "Gift of Guise"

this was put onto the small one.  

The defilement, 

of such a soulful site, 

was transgressed by the fool hearty,

and ill-tongued foulness,

of man.

Discernment ruled in such accord.  

The reckless arguments,

later in life,

will be determined and known,

"well-deep" to the "Ancient Ones" 

of the Unnamed.  

Delivering the time between;  

Hence for the Revival,

of such "Age in Wisdom" 

and,

 "Understanding"

of the,

 "Child of the Guild"

 will enable All,

to converse with the Dead.

~

originally written in '09

Is It Just A Temple Lost?

.

In Antiquity I See "Peril."

Has Earth always been in turmoil,

a demonstration of a destroyer, 

as a sort of Voyeur?

Not one man has set-the-bar,

to release her from this scar,

seemingly at Par.

Delivery of a Course,

providing Choice,

I implore.

A plane to exist,

without remorse.

Should such a Stance,

only be found when 'Others' are bound?

Is Man so caught by Beliefs,

that room for error cannot release,

an Understanding to what is not a teach,

but a natural observation,

to Reason? to Station? to Relation?

Engulfed in Interpretation,

lacking in translation,

the Wealth of a Message,

providing health and not just deal,

seems so covered that its revealed,

by nothing more than,

than the evidence to even the score.

A Planet of More!!

To consider 'The Universe' out there,
you must admire the 'Order of Rare'

The Scale to calculate Mass,
what a incredible task!!

With destruction the Stars Create,
explosive by nature,
bound by date.

To not believe that this out ranks,
any thought of what can't be,
"It" must increase Wisdom's Keep,
to advance and not to leap.

In our most Ancient past,
made Mythology learning to last,
as a way to know: The Golden Path,
to bring relief in Irons Wrath.

The contemplation of your Life's Station,
should level the measure,
a consider to the debtor,
to accept your actions,
that create impact!!

Should You deny,
than You knowingly remove,
any resolve in Revolve.

Therewith, it will remain,
on Your shoulders to solve.

To excuse the focus of any aspect of life,
as unneeded and merely a lie,
becomes offensive to the light,
that Our Sun warms this run with.

Accounts for 'Those' lacking the Conscription,
to the nature of collective impacting,
misguiding and not tracking,
will leave you exacting,
the point of 'Clause' not the measure of Natural Law.

The Sun does enter the dawn of night,
as the Sky yawns in open light,
the Moon does move the Stars in sight,
as the Bays do rise,
 an Ocean waves in delight.

The bountiful of beauty starts,
the day in shining entry of,
Mountains stand and Valley's love,
the warmth of that which stands above.

In such Movement,
grace and might,
this grand display is a showing of,
Orion's Belt,
Eyes which Know,
growth magnificence reaches low.


As the Ancients in our past,
did explain and describe,
the Iron Age and it's Path.

To expect,
Cause and Affect,
does make senses sharper yet,
because the grounds on which we walk,
have been destroyed for Coinage sought.

Should this Place not just cave in,
than will the bombs you build blow her still?

Either way appearances show,
that this Earth is just a Till,
filling pockets without a purpose,
billions of years will just go,
in less than a hundred,
you've made it sew.

As Your search for Planets grows,
as you take or as you rove,
upon the surface of unknown,
to establish a brand new home,
do you Own or do you share,
with what may have been Theirs?