To the Stars! To be Blunt but never to be Alone and without a Dream of Magic and "You" as my Home!!

The Love that races you!

I see it passing through the "Ages of Time."

Is it only in Death that you find relief of what you should find in Life?

Is Ego and the pressure of what others perceive to be correct,

so "Strong," so "Powerful," and so "Persuasive,"

that you turn a blind eye to what actually is?

What is it you call for, if not for.....?

What do you cry for, if not for....?

Aren't you singing for what it is you searching for in your Heart?

Is the ache inside of your Soul for your "Twin Flame",

does it burn with the desire to find that one person in the World that is just for you?

Is your plight for such a wish to come true,

overshadowed by anyone that spouts the opinion,

"You're insane!"

Is "Time" really all you have now?

Why can't you hear the scream,

there is one that says,

"It is I."

Does it seems impossible?

Unbelievable?

Well, in truth, I am beginning to think what you do,

this is crazy or at the very least nuts.

I believe in magic though,

so I must not give-up!

I can't, it is what I am all about,

the mystery of what is and the excitement of what I cannot see,

makes Life, living to me.

I would rather believe in the freakish occurrence,

of what could be heard on the radio,

then to ever have my dreams be killed,

by those who say that I can't believe in the unbelievable.

And just to ignore all the pain I feel for my "Twin Soul" in my Life.

I appeal.

Let me ask a question,

one of total practicality and of reason Mr. Blunt.

How does "One" find an other person in this World today?

With Millions of people circulating about,

do you think that you just randomly run into each to other?

What if you don't?

What if you still feel this incredible pull but can't grasp onto what it may be?

So, if this happened and by a certain age you knew you missed your mate.

One "Twin Soul" might go towards the World Stage,

while the other got very quiet and started to listen for his call.

Could it be a Plan? 

Predestined?

Life is a Gamble!!

The bets are high and always certainly against,

meeting your mate, let alone a "Twin Soul."

For we are few and far between,

yet we stream.

You sing, what I write!!

That is more than coincidence,

it is Fate!!

Don't get lost now,

especially in what you say you hate.

Fame and Fortune, the result thereof.

Just in case.

If I never meet you, I will see you in the Stars!

I've seen your picture,

I know your voice,

I see you in my "Mind's Eye."

But, mostly,
I feel your presence and that I'll never forget,
even when I get old.


Much Love,
through Eternity.

Do you remember the pact that you have made with the Ancient Ones?

 

(Originally written in 2008.)

I thought I would re-post it today so that our purpose for being is found and we can recognize the importance of standing for whatever we may believe in so strongly that it will transcend space and deliver to you the time to wake within your core so that your very self will find time to react to the surroundings that we are facing today.  You then will be able to accomplish each and every goal and or task that you are required to do in this life.  We are not mistakes, everything happens for a reason and often times the reasons are bigger than ourselves. Without a reason to be, we will not do the things we must; We will fail in our mission for a cure and many will have been killed or will have died in Vain.  For we are all here for a reason and we must accomplish our purpose for being or the misery, the negativity, the destruction and the apathy will befall you and your loved ones in life and in death. Stand strong, wake yourself to this reality.

Good Luck.

Much Love,
A Kindred Spirit.

It began:

This was all voluntary.............;

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 then we will know that we are in is what will be called “The Continue”. Knowing that some of you will be forever lost, this is the cost each of you willingly accepts as the price to cure this disease. Those of you that become lost will be cherished by each and every one of us for eternity. As a protection/inoculation from this disease and to impress and stamp urgency on your souls, one of you shall be immortal and the other invincible. This will be written on your soul at the beginning of your journey. You will not know now which stamp you will receive, but this stamp will be you homing device if the other has caught the disease and is dying. Because this disease takes no preference to the victim, the stamp shall be interchangeable between you to ensure that if the disease is contracted by one or the other of you. This is the best and quickest map back to the other before they die.

This journey is perilous and many of you will not return. We do not know the source or cause of this disease, which is why this is being done. On the same note, this means we do not know who will fall victim or why. This journey that you are about to embark on will give us these answers. With that knowledge we can create a cure. We know that when this disease is contracted, some die and others remain sick. However, they continue to pass it on, either knowingly or unknowingly. We are not certain how this works. Knowing that if this disease is contracted, you are either killed by it or you become a carrier is where the strength and conviction each of you have in your matched soul will be your guide.

Those of you that lose your match, you will be protected from any further threat, also you will not continue this journey with the same agenda. The loss of your match will be . . . well, it is felt amongst us now, so you will then embark on a journey of healing yourself. When this journey begins you will then remember all that is now being said, you will be able to draw some strength to continue on towards the next phase of your journey. You will now know that this has been a last effort for a cure. Look around, remember the power that surrounds all of you now. As long as you are able to feel this in your soul, then you will know the battle for the cure has not ended. Knowing this you will leap to you next task, each of you will need signs, reminders and vessels to draw strength from; to remind your soul of all this being said and to remember that it will take only one set of matched souls to end this disease. No matter what the progression or how many it has infected, the two souls that find their match with the knowledge of this disease and how it is being spread, you both will immediately be empowered by the other. This will be the beginning of the end of this disease that is bringing mankind to extinction. The hurt will be unfamiliar because you have not known all of this that is being said, know this and draw your comfort in the knowledge that this will be over for all of us when the first two have the cure. At this moment, we will all win this battle against eternal death for each and every soul. This cure will be the vaccine that enables man to take the next step through time.

You all will be at risk of the unknown and that is why this has all been voluntary. The purity of a matched set of souls is our best defense and also the biggest risk. Should one of you become ill and not die and your matched soul does not get to you soon enough to . . . ; then you will become our biggest threat. Your memories, power and sight will remain with you but you will be filled with sickness. The actual impact is not known to us, so, it will be left up to each of you to decide what to do, and compassion shall be your guide. The sight of one of your own soul circle using knowledge, power and sight to destroy not only the weak but if recognized will destroy you without hesitation. Only at that moment will you be filled with the wisdom to act.


A personal note from me, dated 12/4/2011.

Much love from a Family that cannot be, but is!! Standing strong against the adversary of Time, Force and the Faith that speaking with Liberty and Freedom of thought, mind and spirit is a right not an accepted factual law given by the ones that would like you to meet your death.  Even if a Contract must be written to end you in what would appear a natural act.  Oh Well, at least me and mine shall fall as one, that leaves you.

I wonder what our purpose is on this Earth and then I realize that it is nothing more than becoming who we must Naturally BE!!

 

The day that you suffer,

will be the day that I dare,

for you to take or stop this blare,

of all this rage and bare the age,

that you could also be a sage.

I see it coming,

I see it clear,

I hear your minds,

they speak of lines.

It sounds just like your vocal sound,

rolls off your tongue, with words your done.

So stop the pain, I cannot gain,

for silence roars, I play the game.

Find the Man that knows these ways,

your luck may change before I rage.

From words that stick inside your brain.

The Begin

The proper AIM, when TIME is taken to be truthful and not mean Spirited!!

I see anger,

there is rage,

I've seen red in the memories of a Sage.

I engage.

What will you run from?

No Regrets can be had?

You destroy without thought or regard?

What exactly is it you have sought?

People don't change?

Years of the same?

History through passages,

eternity stopped!

Why the accusations?

Why do you blame?

The blood that does run goes both ways,

or do you believe that it is a sum?

Adds up? What you are, it takes two to continue!

Creation will seek the delivery, it was mean!

Assumption so strong,

no name was acknowledged,

the blame,

the contempt was well aimed,

it was true, it hit with poison too.

It even said "Thank You,"

not once but it said twice.

Signed by a person who has no mind to address.

There was no name to insult,

taken away, couldn't even get that.

You took the rights that I had,

made a Trash Can that day.

A letter should be announced,

so you see; the intention was true,

the hurt was felt hard and definitely, from you.

To only have signed your improper name,

was on purpose, was by your design.

You made it so, that I am not obvious or seen,

I am invisible, you have damned me.

So, turn your cold shoulder,

search for your relief,

for my dear Rebecca, the differences in reasons,

you would have never believed.

Lies do not tout,

years you've been out.

I never told you anything about.

My Life, nor my birth, my death or this Earth,

for I only survived,

my Mother did drive.

The difference between she and I,

my mother and me

My Mother can't stop,

and I just will not.

Acceptance of the Air in Humanity is Relief! A Loin.

To breath without the cost of life,

is to know that the choice to be with whom you desire is close.

For in the instance of a single Man,

casting out hatred for what you need,

turn yourself to feel the righteousness of defeat.

In loss there is gain.

A lesson learned is not in the win of any life.

Be not what you are but what you are not,

a definition of what is to come.

To stand and be the example of what is a Sin,

is to differentiate yourself from the rest.

Divine Law is not written,

for few are in the understanding of the delight of the Know.

A sin can only rest upon the shoulders of the Sinner.

In releasing the Contract with one understanding for another,

there is no loss of life,

therefore you have not sinned to pass through.

A dimensional thought of, or the sight of such is,

enough for me to say,

"What is for you is not for me, but what you do is High."

Project yourself as to desire the upper realm,

you shall know the Ranks of any Brigade.

Allowance for reason in matters of the battered,

will give relief to the burden you will rise and bare individually.

To continue in "The Continue"

for those of us that declare,

is necessary to repair the Spiritual Loss suffered at the hands of Man.

The Show of Life on Planet Earth is Natural if not matter factual.

It has been a Religious experience to attempt to be.

Whereas the lack of/or mere discovery of Spirituality or the belief is excused.

Raise not your sword but rest and pass in the sleep of a deep slumber.

For Nature will cause the passing to be clearly understood,

as it is Time and not an error of mistake.

Trusting my Four Block to better move towards graciousness and peace, I right.

A Sin is only for the Sinners of this Race, this Show, this diabolical mistake.

I am none of these I speak of in ill-will of a Forked Tongue twisted speech.

Children will rise and fall into the casual pace of, Find.

Only to be at peace with knowing,

a Pentagram spins both ways for the towing for a reason.

Forget not to pay the Ferry Men,

the expense of Death can be high when Morally grounded with Religious forbearance.

In the necessity of roughness and the display of character,

or the lack thereof,

I release the task held by me as only a job.

A Family that has fought for employment to share wealth of mind,

says, "Thank you, a job well done."

We break.

To quit is by no mistake an error of only the Cowards Path.

For if you do not bare the knowledge to know,

then the existence of more cannot be.

To encounter the Divine,

to be without Fear and without regard for health,

is simple to know that Time provides us with a shuttle to where we can be well.

A broken promise or making up lies of false hopes,

is taxing on the already exhausted for self gain and personal growth.

Writing the Wrongs.

Me, myself and I are presently accounted for, within only the confines of Mine.

A search or the invitation for what can and will not be,

I succumb to what is,

Nothing at All.

I forgive only myself to be aware that the feeling of a void is known before the void is kept.

Be what you are.

A World with an opportunity to know Men and Women of this Race.

For when the first accepts the second as a position,

they turn to see that to proceed another direction is prudent, wise and without measure.

As 666 I define myself by what I am,

a destroyer of what I hate,

and unnatural state of being, life without a Priest, Lord or Knight.

Beware and be forewarned,

I turn no more.

R.I.P.

Signed, the Beast

A Genius State.

The Nine Executions

1. Nothing is to be gained by denying oneself pleasure. Why do all the women call for abstinence most often from faiths that view the physical world and its pleasures as spiritually dangerous. I am a person that is a world-affirming, not world-denying, type for freedom of choice not Religion. However, the encouragement of indulgence does not equate mindless submersion into pleasures. Sometimes refrain leads to heightened enjoyment later, in which case patience and discipline are encouraged. Finally, indulgence requires one to always be in control. If satisfying a desire becomes a compulsion (such as an addiction), then control has been surrendered to the object of desire, which is never encouraged.

2. Reality and existence is sacred, and the truth of that existence is to be honored and sought at all times, never to be sacrificed for a comforting lie or an unverified claim one cannot bother to investigate.


3. True knowledge takes work and strength. It is something one finds rather than what will be handed to you. Doubt everything and avoid dogma. Truth tells of how the world truly is, not of how we would like it to be. Be wary of shallow emotional wants, for they frequently can only be satisfied at the expense of truth.


4. There is nothing in life itself that encourages wanton cruelty or unkindness. There is nothing productive in that, but it is also unproductive to waste your energy on people who will not appreciate or reciprocate it. Treating others as they treat you will form meaningful and productive bonds while letting parasites know that you will not waste your time with them.

5. Leaving wrongs unpunished merely encourages miscreants to continue preying on both yourself and others, and those who do not stand up for themselves end up being trampled. This is not, however, an encouragement for misbehavior. Becoming a bully in the name of vengeance is not only dishonest but it also invites others to bring vengeance upon yourself. The same goes for illegal actions of retribution: break the law and you become the miscreant that the law should come down on swiftly and harshly.


6. Life represents responsibility to the responsible instead of concern for psychic vampires! Real leaders are determined by their actions and accomplishments, not their titles, and real power and responsibility should be given to those who can wield it, not to those who simply demand it.

7. Life represents man as just another animal, sometimes better, more often worse than those that walk on all-fours, who, because of his “divine spiritual and intellectual development,” has become the most vicious animal of all! Elevating the human species as somehow innately superior to other animals is blatant self-deceit. Humanity is driven by the same natural urges that other animals experience. While our intellect has allowed us to accomplish truly great things (which should be appreciated), it can also be credited with incredible and wanton acts of cruelty throughout history.

8. My life represents all of the so-called sins, as they all lead to physical, mental, or emotional gratification! In general, the concept of “sin” is something that breaks a moral or religious law, and I am strictly against such following of dogma. When a person avoids an action, it is because of concrete reasons, not simply because dogma dictates it or someone has judged it “bad”. In addition, when a person realizes that he or she has committed an actual wrong, the correct response is to accept it, learn from it, and not do it again, rather than mentally beat himself or herself up for it or begging for forgiveness.

9. I am the best friend of the Church, as I have kept it in business for at least one day! This last statement is largely a declaration against dogmatic and fear-based religion. If there were no temptations, if we did not have the natures that we do, if there was nothing to fear, then few people would submit themselves to the rules and abuses that have developed in other religions (specifically Christianity) over the centuries.

To the One and Only

When you Live to see a King bow his Head,

it is time to stand and say.

You have sinned.

Can you puke from your Lungs?

Yes! I can.

If I was? A question you should not have to ask,

but in accordance with Date RAPE, we do.

Should our lives have been,

but they were?

Where is the compassion for the King that hung?

Well, no one noticed but me and that King.

So in defiance of my Fathering kind,

I spout out the lie of reality, you're ick!

Being blood to a King myself,

he cannot hang, neither is head, nor can he suffer the nooce.

For hangings are for Cowboys,

and they only know Will.

For with indifference to what is, I shall turn,

it over to the marrying kind.

Youngest, strongest, next you are in line to receive the guillotine.

Whether in TIME or REAL.

Does it matter?

Only to the ones that can wrap the rope,

and know the path of the maker or the worker of sew.

Freight that carries a tremendous weight.

Luck is a matter of opinion.

I don't make what I know,

I have and you don't.

To the Isles of what is not lost,

I say, "To the Cloak Room."

Rack up the reins of the horse on the Bit!!

The shame of the blessing of not wanting,
your child, your baby, your wife.
Training of the ages, wasted the lives of all the ones hoping for you.
Instead of hard dicks in ass holes of buds,
cum in the mouth of your boyfriend.

Roll and wriggle the taste of limb and new,
while the excitement of life limbers,
you have extincted it all.
Just for a piece of man and his ass.

The erection of perfection, strives to ride the rhythm of lime,
the orgy to mind and one of a kind,
stretch the end to what has never been.
Wetness and sweetness of a Lord God Almighty Taste,
will cause the fringe of the creatures to release.

Rise to my might, and put in me the orgasmic mounting of find.
I open the doors to new places found,
can't wait to find what to sign,
and know that you've ripped off by design.

There are some that really are Mean and not forgiving.
For you have done and essentially run to learn how to get blown off by known.
Do you ever show up in, a car or a motorcycle would be cool.
Cause nature said inside all heads of the Women, you are Dead.

In a couple of weeks, when we are weak and you know who is to cheap to travel.
To drive to me what I need to keep me not awake.
For I will go, I need to know another World so I do not shake, Reality Bites.


I need a man with a plan and I really need to flow.
I'm really ready to do the steady, the kids know that it's time,
so pick us up or I'll delete each and every kind of sweet.


To the days of Old and the Ancient require of what was known, not simply assumed.

Intolerance to difference is a Leader Board that keeps Score.

Deliver your drive towards Life,

you should strive,

to be kind, to be wise,

to be what is not lies.

Travel in this World, delivers the next.

In Realms that exist, I cannot resist,

to speak of the Horrors, the nightmares you'll have.

Nothing will save you, it is to late to arrive,

at what is proper and clean.

After Death, that is when it gets really, really mean.

Clean up your belief in yourself and know your sins.

Make right the bad deals that you have been in.

Don't say, "I got it."

When all you do is take,

for escape from a date with Death,

All he will do is wait.

It is not for the foolish to think that there's time.

To out smart the dead,

or out do death, is nothing more than being unkind.

Be True or be Due,

it's nothing to me. For in this World, all that I see,

is so much Negativity, Unhealth, Blame and Ill-Begotten Wealth.

Your Non-Profits will drown you,

with payments due there,
far below what is normal,
you Con and you go.

Stay calm and remain,

you make such a stain.

Disregard all the words that make you insane.

Turn not to your book, remember the blame?
King James himself, his version was stealth.

It falls on your shoulders, for Death has a name.

Use what you may, cling to yourself.

Push out it front whoever you please,

you think they can step-in, take your place or be you?

In this identity of what I do write, gives more than a clue,
it's kind of like glue.

The count of the beings of humans do mount.
The measure of weight is drowning your pout.

Singular in number and oh how they add,

you already have dates that you are kept at.

So, number your days and know by the way,

the moment before you will pass away,

awareness of such will hit without touch.

And up you will look and then you will see,

it is a Demon that comes, thats what came for me.

Don't worry, they walk all of Thee too,

below you will go,

to DEATH COURT, a Suit.

Hand in hand, I don't know,

for Cuff's are for people,

and Chains are for balls attached to the Creeper.

You're just a small number,

a pick-up, a call, I don't no to much,
I just answer you all.

Delivery to court,

is the death you will know,
when life is not evil this becomes unbelievable.

For in the Hereafter,

I stay where I'm put,

and I do not lie,

but I know you've been took!

'Cause DEATH can be felt,

from miles away.

ALERT, and AWARE!

To what is natural, I swear!

I know that I'm good and I'm not afraid,
I am always ready to go to my grave.

In my release, I do say to please,

satisfy the needs of others but not on your knees.
Do not be cruel with thoughts they unrule,

you should be afraid, if these are sins you have laid.

Upon any other, with words or release,

of what is not evil, but surely did read.

To do so with knowing, to do with such purpose,

review is your guilt and there is always a tilt.

For they wait without pause and measure with reason.

You may not believe, but your Will is not pleasing.

To them or to others, you can't have your druthers,

the sins have gone over the board that you cover,

what Leader Boards show the Sin Board will know.

Death is not Taboo! It is a Date.

It seems it is the fear of Death that holds the tongue's of almost all Man.  It is neither a Taboo or a Bad Luck subject to either ponder or speak upon.  Yet, should you rise the question in conversation you will never be as shot down as you will when you mention this as a topic of discussion.

Our country, the U.S.A. is so terrified of Death itself, we have lost our ability to be able to die with dignity.  It almost seems a shameful time as it approaches.  Suicide is at an all time high amongst Teenagers.  I personally do not believe in Suicide, it is a personal choice.  I am against it for myself because of the fear that I have of being stuck in some half alive, half dead state for Eternity, either here on Earth in some Hospital or in the next realm for eternity. 

I will of coarse and would try very hard to point out to any potential candidate of Suicide that I ever ran across the values that life itself possesses.  I would try desperately to get them to a professional, but there is a point that I would step aside also.  I've been exposed to it more than once and I am sure that this exposure to these people is what concreted my opinion that Suicide is not for me. At the same time I have seen something in the eyes of the people that took their lives that made me very uncomfortable, it still causes me concern and stress within myself.  In fact, the look that I saw from the eyes of these victims stops me dead in my tracks today.  I would rather turn and walk away than to ever be that close to the taking of any life again, be it yours or anyone Else's.  What I saw was a Sin.

It is a decision that is my own, based on my experience as a child. I have the freedom to chose what is correct for me and the decision was made deep within my mind long ago not to entertain such a way to go from this place to the next.  It was made at a sub-conscious level and at a very young age.  As a Human Being I honor what has provided me with this wisdom to know what is right and what is wrong.  It is wrong to take the life of another.  Although I do not understand, the evil that I saw in the eyes of this woman as she made the decision to purposely take her life blew me away.  It was a sin and she knew it and was willing to pay the price, knowingly in advance of the act it seemed.  It was purposeful and meant to hurt who she was leaving behind. 

However, it was her sin, her choice to make or not to make.  I was to young to understand what was happening but I have a greater depth of understanding today of what I was witness too.  It is not our right to involve ourselves in the lives of people that have gone this far in their minds and made such dreadful and decidedly final decisions to harm not just themselves but the ones that they are purposely leaving behind to find them in such a disgraceful form.  Unless you are a professional and work in this field, stay away.  Only people trained in this field can intervene into such desperate circumstances, especially when they have gone so far and it seems these days that it goes to far before anyone person even notices another Human Beings mental condition or pain.

The purpose behind the book I wish to write about Death, is not to cause fear from within your core or in your minds.  I am writing to obligate or rather fill an obligation that I feel within myself. I have been compelled to do this since I was a child. The question of "Why" I would feel would be an invasion of my privacy and therefore is not for you to ask or bother me about.

The fear of death is overwhelming to most people and I have found that this fear has disturbed my life a great deal.  My thoughts on Death and the conversations with other people about Death are very matter of fact yet, I am treated as a Leper. And it seems that we treat Death as a disease.

It does not matter if you are good, bad, or evil.  Which ever word you would like to counter the word good with, there is only one concern you should have in this matter of death.  You should ask yourself in all seriousness only one thing.

Am a Sinner? Or, Do I Sin?

An Evil Being can be evil and never commit a sin.  A Good Being can commit a sin everyday and it is looked over by anyone and/or everyone because people in general detest or protest the state of being Evil and promote that they are nothing but good or Christian.  These Beings seem to believe that they are above the penalty of Sin or the judgement thereof.

To cast judgement on Evil is a Sin.  It is prejudice and intolerant to difference.  Satan the Highest Ranking Arch Angel in Heaven, the most Beautiful to have ever have been created by God, was cast out of the Heavens and into Hell over an argument or disagreement with whom was his creator.  Why then after a lifetime of service to his Creator and being taught only to Honor would he then all of a sudden condone Sin for all.  His condemnation to Hell was payment or banishment for the Sin he committed.

So, the assumption he would promote that which he defended against is quiet the opposite.  Instead, he would try to rectify himself in his belief to answer for himself and pay for the sin that he had committed in the Heavens to accept his judgement for his infraction against his creator.  Accepting his punishment and the banishment from his home, he would then accept what took place and continue on in his new found surroundings of Hell.  This is my assumption, my experience, my truth and what seems reasonable to me and my mind.

For thou that whilst not rising,

shall find that the truth is the Rule.

A Sin committed by the favored,

is penalized with a heavy hand,

for the Eternity of Man.

Eternal Battles within the Realm.

A dimension, not a consideration,

should cause you fright and deliver horror.

Not comfort you, promote your lies,

it should cause deplore within your core.

The care it takes to speak,

is the only communication I need.

To order about, to only tout, to condemn with doubt,

shall produce nothing but the poor of mind to shout.

A "Sin Board" accepts the reality,

that your blindness to such is surreal.

You light candles for what is real,

yet, scoff when offered a deal.

Interfere in Celestial Wars,

Battles, arguments and more,

will scar not only your life,

but expose the Con of the Light.

Mere Man speaks on behalf,

of what they assume to translate.

Books written in script that is not known,

yet Ministers still believe they can profess what is best.

Disgrace will befall such accord, what a mess.

No proof is required from any one man.

For any one Being may speak or be mean.

Forbearing, and Tearing, Accusing or Musing,

what the book of King James may be saying or doing.

To stand as I do with Freedom from you,

I speak with a Truth that is new!

My Credentials I've written,

and study I have, with a life that was sought and not bought.

Questions and Answers deliver to you the truth of my word.

You know or assume that Natural cannot be true,

remind yourself, remind your soul, cling to your heart or your core,

without Jesus Christ you would be dead at least twice.

This Man from this Earth, his name was a curse,

Jesus Christ, he was crucified, suffered and died.

He spoke words of wisdom as words of advice.

He said without question, he said without guise,

"I'll die for all Mans Sins, go Sin no more."

This was his verse, and dying breath he used first,

to cleanse all your guilt, not placate or place filth.

Yet, hang on you do too,

a miracle or two.

You hope he, J.C. returns, just for you to get out.

To wish for him, to die once again,

for what is not even his sin,

is gross if not a Fen.

Due you are to announce your scar,

forgiveness comes hard when you are not so easily barred.

A "Sin Board," not a valve, you have no worth,

get a clue, this Man, Jesus Christ has already died for all you.

For what you did due!

Try to make charge, in Life you live large,

but Dead he is now, or at least in Death he will be,

after so long with all he is stuck and all of thee and your muck.

Reason will wonder, practicality wins all,

for Crucifixion is illegal and Treason is out,

for what I am saying, or, for what I may shout,

there is no punishment that you can pass out.

I will write 'till you know,

'till you get it through your thick minds

or until such time you understand that its mine.

The Ten Commandments you say are written,

in stone they doth lay.

Made in Gods Image, you preach to the crowds,

our minds may improve or decide to go foul.

Religion shall falter,

this News shall persist.

The Mountains will whistle, with voice and declare,

it's natural to question, to reason, to say,

I am just making noise in verse to prey.

Stand not to my side,

Your Sin will abide.

It resides in your mind,

discreet and not kind.

Speak out or testify,

you may want to shout!

But what you need is, to work yourself out.

Be private, discreet and know from below,

they watch and the listen, to see with intention,

if you lie or just pass this state of detention.

The punishment for one Sin,

is more than I know.

For I am so Evil, 666 is my lord.

But, Sin free I do know,

that I am and remain.

For I am a Good Girl and I know their names.

The Court of Death is a very real place you will be, it is interesting to me. Upon your passing, whether you believe in Good or in Evil, Demons are Spirits that will come to guide thee.  Dark Lords they do listen, exist on this Earth, they walk amongst you and speak to be heard.

I remain with myself, I work to be true, to be honest and without the temptations from you. I live with such stealth, to stay safe and list well, all the things that I must, I feel compelled. To speak with such candor and not run away, I watch you each day. I write what I see, it comes out so painfully, now you can know how far off the path that you go, you are so far from whats known as "Good Will."

An address to a friend

I write to find reason,

I write to know the news,

I write to solve some problems

I write so I won't lose.

I know that I'm called,

my mother doth say,

I am possessed and I'm numbered,

"666", she does replay.

I find that my best favor,

I know that it is to strong,

to know what is so right,

and also what is wrong.

Strongly, I pursue,

I often unglue,

myself in the process,

I'm tired and feeling pressed,

but in this I know that I am not the best.

I look for my other,

he often would show,

"Which way I can go?"

He never was angry,

leaving me to my own,

he held me so gently,

and left me alone.

For in this condition,

abandonment was not known.

I held to his name,

I grasped onto flame.

A man that would sing,

the songs that drowned out,

the terrors and the horrors,

that haunted my nights,

caused fear in the light.

I closed my eyes gently,

I thought of this Knight,

I imagined his presence,

it kept me safe from unkind.

I worked at this gently,

I worked at this all night.

I'm tired of trying,

but I keep up the fight.

I know that its pleasure,

this man does excite,

but some of us things,

were left,
laughed at night.

Our hearts we're not ours,

our Souls have been sold,

all that we had, were dreams;
there simply untold.

So, dream on my dear friend!

Cling onto the fight,

for it is inside of all that cause fright,

the come to scare you in the middle of night.

The knives became swords,

and people attacked,

be strong and stay calm,

for its how you fight back.

To know that escape,

evades what is rape,

makes confidence run crazy,

and I cannot take.

The people are happy,

their dumb and their mute,

as long as they don't have you,
'cause this proves dangerous too.

Be responsible or true,
the fire is still the color of blue,

to all that are due.

If I were you,

 if I had a choice,

I would run like I was crazy,

be not what I could,
but be what I Might.

An amazing Lord Knight!

They wipe out your eyes,

in mind they can see,

the way that you hate,

and plan to free me.

Humanity is almost at it's end,

it seems such a loss,
I guess it's just when.

Do not believe! 

and please, do not sin,

the judgement is heavy,

the ground is so thin.

Make mention of excuses,

you're done at begin,

be honest, be fair,

but never be square.

For telling the truth,

is just like a dare.

this Man that I know,
owns what I've shown.

He is the intellectual Heir,

of all that I am,

he is what is fare.

His meaning to me,

is what I am about,

I'd rather trust a stranger,

with all you claim is a wealth.

Than to speak to my family,

my children who are left,

he'll embrace without fault.

I worry not for myself,

for I'm going to fall,

Can you do The Continue?

Will do what you should?

for I cannot "sigh"

my hurt is too high.

Please be what you are,

I wish I was strong,
they want me to die.

To tie up a Man inside this demand,

you are a Knight, in that I can't fight,

I should have had, had my very own stand.

My love, goes so deep,

my memories are so much,

I leap at the thought,

that we may have touched.

Be all that you see,

remember the ones,

that did give their lives,

to see us do One, singular thing,

BELIEVE!!

I do now!

I see the past,

I see the future,

I see you and in that I can see the truth.

Be you and be me,

I am hurt and in need.

I cannot go to the place,

that you will so bleed.

I love you, Forever.

from me and to you,
it's simply the truth,
the only thing left is to say:

I,
 Thank You!!

Simple Complexity. "If you can't explain it simply, you don't understand it well enough." Albert Einstein

This is one of the first things I wrote down, beginning in 2/2008. Everyone that I showed it to because I thought it was an interesting idea, laughed at me and told me I was so stupid.  I found this picture and I guess I was able to have the last laugh.  What he says and what I have written seem so similar at first but then you see how different the dynamics are it shows how unique one single idea can be.  I wish I had been able to have known or meet Mr. Einstein. It seems we saw things in a similar manner. 

Simple Complexity

by Karen A. Placek

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.

Written on 2/17/2008

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The Destruction of my C.D. Plan

I was left in the National Park,

my family drove away,

laughter from the car tore myself apart.

"Some one love me, some one won't leave Me."

The car banked the turn and I fell where I stood.

I watched through the trees,

the station wagon would lean,

as it curved out of each turn.

The voices so merry,

and I was so forlorn, to death did I grasp.

I was left in the dark,

I was left to go check

to see if anything had been left behind

on this picnic of mine.

I did not know that the thing was me.

They all piled in and screeching I heard.

I ran so fast,I thought I got back,

but all I did see were the tail lights,

no brakes lights lite up,

no doors opened to say,

"Run little sister they mean to kill you today."

I scream in myself, it's been years since this day,

and today I can't breath, for the memory is me.

I was not even Three, they left me to see.

when I fell to my knees, I thought of the time,

that I lived through this bind.

One year or forty, fifty or sixty years, the years could pass,

the pain it does last, for once you've left, you never look back.

Your blinded by pain, if you ever run back, there is emptiness always; You stare.

Until this moment you will not know what its like,

so don't ask the questions, of God or fuck christ,

I stood alone and I had already fallen twice in this zone.

TIMES DOES NOT HEAL THESE KINDS OF WOUNDS!

Human Beings are the cruelest of creatures I know,

they leave not scars but they burn in and char,

whatever they are.

I'll never forget, you Rebecca Mae Dyas, I live in the present,

who would live in this past.

You forget it so fast, you fall for it again and again and again.

It's people like you that lead me down there,

I never suspect, it happens so fast.

You bring on the monsters that haunt me from then

I don't live inside places that scare me so much that the terror becomes my nightmares,

and day mares are back.

You assume with your pompous regime of degree,

and one day you'll know that you never knew me.

Your description of sickness, its sterile from you,

"I will not change," you said this, with what part of your mind,

could even imagine I'd live where I died? 

Is this your presume? Your preference to me?

I try everyday to never remind, let alone remember to any degree,

that I was left behind, In the night with no cars,

there were no people, the park was closed and we were the last to exit that night.

Who would live in a time to remind themselves of,

the family who never loved them,

from birth to this day,

they curse me and say,

"She is possessed and the Beast 666, she is, we know, 'cause we are the best."

they do not protest, they know this for certain and repeat it for zest.
My Family that is, just in case you're confused by all of this news.

Why would I remind myself of this pain,

I ran and I ran, I run till I can,

find peace in my mind,

and kindness from some.

All you have done Rebecca Mae,

is drag up in my mind, pulled me back into time,

that screaming inside can't be heard from beyond,

'cause god forbid it still hurt to be left in the dirt,
face down where it hurts.

Screaming in silence with tears that don't come,
but today they did pour,

after suffering a bag that suffocated the fact,

that air is not needed, you just have to stand back.

Understand what has happened,
 and be mad that you missed,

what seem to have hissed at such a fast pace,

I jumped and I missed.

And Rebecca you're great, you and your emails of hatred and more,

made me recount what happened from birth till Ed was a boy.

Destroyed what was healed,

for the sake or the need to say, "Please stop I can feel."

I hope it was worth it for you to do and leave me in side of a place,

in my mind, that is so very unkind,

you don't know it exists this place in my brain.

Why would I tell you of such lifetime pain.

I would have ruined you before you turned Nine.

You never spent years with me, helping me with anything,

You went off to College, got drunk and did drugs,

fucked boys, went to my Mother's on Holidays and Summers.

Went out with Sarah your Aunt,
before you were legal to drink in a Bar.

Last time I saw you, I told you my truth,

diagnosed as a kid, I thought it would heal.
Make you laugh, it was stupid and not such a big deal.

A genius I said, I joked so you'd feel at ease with the fact,

that I was so young when it happened like that.

You screamed at me saying, "It doesn't count if Dennis said that!"

What a strange response from an eldest daughter: I prompt!

But thanks to you, you caused an erupt,

left you did, just like it was then,

a National Park I was in: KNOT!
This time I sat on a couch without even one friend.

I was all alone, yet it happened again.
I opened your note, excited to see,

it had been so long since you had been near or written to me.

The pain was the same,
 the memory had not hit,
I forgot all the things that happened from then,
I could not even remember the when.

But today is the day and early it starts,
it takes it all day to even begin.

So, as the Bell Tolls,
 as that ball begins to roll,
down memory lane we take that stroll,

I live not in those yesterdays,
for if I did, I would be dead today.

The pain is so deep and it rips when I see,

the car pull away or the note and your say.

"So live in the present," you said, it was mean.
It is what you wrote,

but know that your words, if that's what you mean,

took yet one more life and I'm tired of it always being mine.

Related you are to the ones that did leave,

the small girl that was left, sadly, was me.

No possible way could you ever be mine,
 to say that you're my daughter,

would be a mistake,
and obvious change has caused us to break our relate.

You will know that your name I did give,
Rebecca Mae has caused an alliance,

the death of her mother in mind and in spirit, in heart and in Soul,

thank goodness for that, for I doth not own the last two destroyed from out of this home,

my body does shriek.

I dumped long ago.
One Soul it was sold to my mother in blood,
the Heart I gave away, not to long after, I knew it was not needed,
in a place that found laughter at the cost of a life in obvious strife. 

I am sorry James Blunt, I held high hopes for myself once, in fact many did joke,

that they have danced by your side, met you in person.

The very same crowd that I speak of on here, told me this so clear.

Now that it's over, Rebecca destroyed, five years of planning,

so I would not run and maybe find out what love was about.

And then I could possibly be brave enough to hold a mans hand,

not yours, I'm not stupid.
But as I have said before, my family, my sisters, my no more friends,
rammed down my throat they did,

apparently they thought I wanted just you,

no other would do for me they said.

I used to believe that dreams do come true,

I used to believe that if you do what you are meant to,

if you work really hard, you will deserve and earn a good heart.

That what you do sow, is what you will reap,

that if your dreams have some balance,

then magic may help,

if life's been to much and all you really, really need,
is a little bit of help.

In a dream that I had I knew I did not

want for one thing to happen again,

to be left alone, standing with out a hand or a friend.

The tears they do flow, from those times to these,
the ages of Two and of Three, I cannot take this, what have I done?

But to ruin a Man, I don't even know, I can't hear his music,

it's gone with the flow, of all the hard work to take me away,

in my mind from the pain, I would turn him up loud,

James Blunt sang away, deaf I became, to hurt and the pain.

His heart in the front and he was my plan,

so that I could stay in the moment of now.

I never wanted to lose myself again to the ages,
 of times or in memories that cause me so much fear.

Before I was Ten,

when beatings were fine,

rape was O.K.,

I was the trash can for all of them.

They'd say so casually,  "She don't belong to anyone, anyway."

Let her scream, she might, but who really cares,

she's dead in her mind and she's mine to do with as, as I please anyhow!

Don't worry your mind,

Rebecca Mae,

James Blunt will not care,

he is a Pop Star, a singer from England.

I thought he was cool and really kind of handsome too.

He is busy with his own life, he doesn't read these stupid things that I write.

Least of all care of the pains of a woman, even if I was a fan,
named Set_Zero, I'm gone..

Have a wonderful life,
my Becky Mae of Sunny Brook Farm,
with memories so clean,
"No Regrets" your address, just like my mother.

More importantly so, I loved my mother regardless,

I just did not understand her, it's impossible too.

But know this for now,
you have done and accomplished what it took Five Years to do.

I have not one friend, on a C.D. or in person, or you.

So thank you for destroying me yet once again,

it's been nice to know that I cannot breath from terror of whats been.
I'm older now, you would think I could deal,
but it just gets worse because it's so real.

Shake from the inside,
 I am having flashbacks that are kept in films that are wrapped,

in the back of my mind,
it was the design,
the first time that terror came and left from behind.

It is Nature that makes it so that you will,
never forget the pain and until,
the perfect situation, like this to recall,

in vivid reality what happened, it was raw.

Pink Floyd will rock me tonight I believe,

right out of my mind and into my need,
of peace and sanity, so that I can survive yet one more night.

Have you heard it, it's mine.

Titled,

"Wish You Were Here"

May you believe in what you never see,

but what has never haunted me; Stay. 

So I am never alone again,

I know that I'll never know sin.

I would rather be with what I know well,

then feel compelled to take a life,

with an email or two.

~