Dire Strings: A Lyre Sings, Of The Disgarded Wings

The Sky does go,

the Sun breaks Still.

Red by Design,

this mornings guise,

as She sets the Spin.

The Horizon is lit,

She'll dance 'till Noon,

and than you'll fear.

For in the warmth,

of no heat,

She bares the Rift,

of Isis not Man.

The Massive Orbit of such a stance,

moves not the moon,

but makes evident a Stand.

No 'Person' respects,

this ominous plan,

as there is no peace in this band!!

Nature does introduce a way,

not a brand new day,

but to say "go away,"

you have killed Our home,

destroyed Our name,

to display a better shame.

In the obvious,

a Red Sun won't lie,

not the One in Set,

for I hear those Ones make You wet.

But in the Guise of the Mourning sky,

She exposes all Man's lies.

She moves in a circular focus,

to place on Heads the sin She's found.

Her scorching nature,

burns not land,

but reveals stones of blood.

In coming with such, blinds,

that most will fail to avert Their eyes,

in such a magnitude, no mistake,

for take heed, there is no room to run.

In this Play,

you will feel Her cost,

for She holds not just what is dealt,

but the Cards are felt.

A Wreck of All to Know a Fall,

in this Crash, Fate gives Law,

He delivers Destiny to Solve,

for Evolution is Creations Rule!!

In know Arms,

you held no lead,

for Choice seems a Should,

and you turned your backs on Could,

walked and took,

great advantage of a book.

No Tablets bear this News of Rook,

it is the Root of only Put,

a Word, a Chapter, Verse of Look,

says that You will Rise to expose a Loc!!

The View of This,

fell to tell,

it seems that red shows up in this land,

of no repent and know the lent,

of another for it is bent,

upon destruction of 'The Few.'

In each grain of sand,

Salt is found as it may delve,

into the Spice, a Taste for This.

For it is the Flavor that can create,

a Path, a Way, It may grate,

the Grind of which serves Remind!!

In a Sea, a Shore to Reed,

to a Treasure held beneath.

The Contents of 'This' Keep,

warns the find to never Reap.

But in such Writ of a Strange Find,

the River flows and Shows your Time,

so you do touch this Ancient Site,

disturbed for Wealth and not Respect,

I fear that this does invoke Death to Know!!

Then thus Found in such a Plot,

makes Heavens fall a sight of Law,

the greatness of the gold in hand,

becomes the Pillage,

a Chalice if planned.

So take your Leave,

don't dive beneath,

for the Water is Salt and Loans,

the temptation relates the Home of Wine,

to fill the Cup of this Shrine.

Removal surely on the Rise,

for it lives in a guise,

the depth of is,

not so deep,

but lacking Meaning delivers Sheep,

to know that it may not be,

more than a few feet from Thee.

So as 'The Ocean'

blues the Sky,

so will you  come to realize,

this Wine in Water is demise,

the Chalice tips,

it is the bread of the Whip,

which the Dollar shifts it's Rich!!

No Heed will provide Your Mind to this find,

once the Sea is Maid,

it becomes a glitch,

for to sell and make this 'Well'

payments Find the deepest Shell.

The Wealth of this Element,

preordained to revel with,

but No-Man can Pay the Fee,

and it should be left in the see.

In the time, of it's to late,

you Mine this treasure,

as Heaven's Take!!

The Shine of Which,

will blind your site to this warning,

and your Might.

To Recall, Another Fall,

held within this Discovery Raul,

the bones are missing,

merely scrawled,

are the Names and it's Maul.

In the instant,

of this claw,

erased of mention for Monies would taste 'Prevention'

for if this Gold were to go Home,

it would Tell,

 the World Shown.

Strange that in My A.M. hour,

such Words of lurid power,

express my Mind with impact of lines,

the Sun is now in Full-Width.

My Isis Moon,

is over in,

'Places' that have already been,

the Host of so much more than just Men.

Do not close Your eyes to blend,

for 'This Dig' is more than claimed,

is will become a sin in plain.

For in the plight,

of 'Not Your Rite'

is was not buried, but hidden as the dues,

to pay for You!!

The Scope of 'The Bounty'

will Record the Lore,

of more than just an Ancient Store of Stone.

Because the Heart of this accord,

is strung to play the Liar's roar,

this Instrument Held by the Consort,

is the written Conscription of found in Hire!!

An End To A Means In The Defined

There were 'These Gates' that I have seen,

I walked through much like you,

in a Life I can't explain,

'cause lives before are abhorred.

As I know "Gates Magnificent"

'They' were built with what is different,

Open, Closed, I did stare,

for it seemed no-one was there.

The Workings 'Of' seemed to be,

a measure of eternity,

as if the balance was a Quest,

I watched 'Them' move with such great breath!!

Not Ornate but obviously Placed,

the Weight of Such showed such grace,

as 'They' opened Awe in Space,

I could not help but stay that day.

As I know you don't believe,

lives before can be a lead,

to a dream of what so naturally,

is progression for All to See.

In such sight,

my Third-Eye now,

I looked to See,

and it's not right.

The "Gates of Many" no-longer there,

I cannot believe I just stare,

'A Kingdom' fell to Earth in Night,

these 'Thresholds' are the truth of sight.

The emptiness I taste in fright,

do you know of this plight?

Could it be a Prophecy,

that the Heavens fall to All of Thee?

If 'These' riches now under feet,

reside in Whole to Total Rite,

are you aware of this Meet?

My sadness comes in Third-Eye sight,

why the fall in Just of night?

There is no residence in this place,

to be the host of such disgraced,

for most deny an Inner-Eye,

lacking ability to even try.

Who will know this Treasure lost,

as it fell at such cost,

not one did stop, surely this is a wicked plot,

as I witness this kingdom sought.

Religion is a Life to me,

I swore to "Know good"

I stood to be.

Never did I venture thought,

to believe in less than Wrought,

but if All has fallen to this earth,

than what I know is more than work.

I am not familiar with most ways,

it seems my birth just created Waves,

not Hello's but Tornado's stayed.

Upon arrival I felt wrecked,

the sight of family was so direct,

my Life I found in Their death threats.

I've had my breath taken from me,

I've had my small frame raped,

in dead of night and in plain sight.

I've witnessed horrors that change your mind,

I grew to know this life of mine,

as an adult I felt still jolts,

of men in want and so they took,

as I laid still and in one look,

ventured back in sight to stay put.

As I know I've learned "Not right"

but it seems that if you fight,

you will be hurt for just spite.

So as I state that life has raped,

me of more than a body sore,

my mind is in more pain,

at the sight of G_d's Kingdom,

falling in vain.

In the End, I guess it's all a sin,

but no one believes unless they have been,

in lives that trouble them from begin,

enhancing Senses to the fear when it's near.

The excuse that I hear,

resounds in silence of grinding gears,

for if Heaven resides here,

than 'All' that was imprisoned,

in Minds, in Cell, in Time, in Place,

will be free to join this Human Race.

No censure, no writ of order,

will come from what fell to earth,

only the grave of Death,

will know absurd,

as He rises upon your turf.

Do you know that Heaven was Closed,

so long ago that what fell had wings,

to settle in upon this place,

as if this Plan had an element of Ancient grace.

The "Gates of Mention" had shut,

in 'Their' dimension,

putting off man's ascension,

to places of no retention.

So as the dead do rise,

within your Life as lives you've been,

in denial of your sin,

within these makings I see a trend.

Leading to a bitter end,

delivering to you,

the City of which you seek,

as being beneath your feet.

No rotting Corpse to offend in present sight,

but the stench of ignorance seems your delight,

for the flesh of mind is an awakening of a different kind.

It is Real and in plain sight,

in every day reveal,

a 3-D dimensional field,

the only way for you to believe,

that in this Continue,

not everyone leaves.

Wretched are the ways of Man,

that merely reside in the land,

with no more knowledge of a plan,

than you ascend to a place,

that no-longer stands.

So as an out-reached hand,

is closed to determine move,

it will be inevitably set on each Horizon.

The trust to believe in what is greater than Thee,

will remain as a guide,

in light I see the dim view,

of the disaster that will befall you.

In a tempered violence,

numb to the Numbered kills,

the invasion will almost seem still,

overwhelming you in the night of Their Will.

As in History Civilizations do fall,

in absence of what is Natural,

communication is denied,

as sight in real proves the lines have been cut.

With the outage,

the Wire and Echo,

the satellite unknown,

directed by Done,

you may shout,

but there will be no where to run.

Belief will be waning,

as Innocence continues weighing,

the Rights and the Wrongs,

of Faiths that keep saying,

"Do it this way or We will kill you!!"

In every Belief or Religion in thee,

there is an unwritten rule:

Stand for the Belief of Another,

for it may not be Yours,

but it is Your duty and a grave sin if You turn Your back on them.

For you do not have to accept that path,

but you must respect the road traveled,

even in difference the claim,

nine times out of ten,

leads the same way.

Should you dismiss, ignore or persist,

in the Wipe-Out of this simple notion,

than what You hate will not rule You,

but come to be as the utter truth,

the origin of man will expose itself,

in it's wealth it will be the most hated religion,

on this Earth.

It is the karma of this law,

that what is hidden,

are secrets kept by instruct,

an Ancient Script.

As You play to an other's roar,

You will identify Yourself through strange actions,

and the Plenty of Your Kills.

The Veil will not be lifted,

for the persecuted bears no curtain to hide 'The Truth.'

The Secret is,

to know the wealth,

for the riches of Whomever this may be,

will exceed the limits of Humanity.

Their accountable will show,

in the persistence of the message that must flow,

without hatred, rage or wrath of an end that has No Go.

In their Letters it will worry of hope,

the chance of a whole,

produced by the payment of sum,

in total and not some strange run,

where burden is not Yours to shoulder.

The Words will produce in plain english,

that Their wish is not to deny but to invite,

to ignite better,

Two will Song,

the hymn of belong.

It will spell out the difference between,

Imagined, Expected and Delivered,

the Construct will just be,

intended not interpreted.

For in the Inscription there will be,

a Clear and Concise design,

that clearly You will deny,

and point it out as lies,

should it not be the Lair of Your Guise.

But because of this Erupt,

it will only further the Whipping of this Law.

Your religion or belief will begin to unravel at Your feet.

A prequel will be identified as;

"Stolen to Embolden"

this mere Text will cast your Translated opinion,

upon that which will prove to have been before.

The scarred remains of more will be found,

to brace the ground upon which You left,

the impaled remains of Men.

The burnt Scores will point to a greater Store,

an Entombed Title,

on a Rock with such apparent impact,

that You will fall to Your knees,

not for prayer but from Your own beguiled disbelief,

that in Antiquities are found,

the Ancients believed!!

Wisdom in Keeps,

of More than Minds,

but in Actual, in Original, In-Place,

a Scroll of know delight,

for it will also increase the plight of any Religion,

pointing at another and stating;

"FEAR!!"

It will come down to the most simple,

yet complex fight,

to ever display a War of Light,

and the answer remains,

in the dark!! 

Do Not Post

I see not right but After,

the facts of Mass should better,

but in gathering 'They' only condone disaster,

not for 'Them' but for 'The Factor.'

The bolt of the slide in action,

delivers no slight of hand,

but screams of bitterness in Action,

developing Bold in Traction!!

In this 'Human Race,'

is it to be the first to finish?,

or is it, could it, be the last to stand?,

ending Treason in the Land!!

The square which bears the circle in,

breaks apart to expose a plan,

well-constructed blocks to build,

fall-apart on what is dark.

But within this Pi of Life,

not a slice, a whole Complete,

a block released can be used,

to establish better news.

For in our each,

a Spirit resides,

not to hold but to abide,

in a life of Mortal Hide,

it is the Me of I inside.

To release this, the Self in Wealth,

takes a Mind to only delve,

into the Thought that Life's a Well,

deeply seated and often repeated.

As you wait for one to wake,

you search out another to quake,

bringing round misery found,

you even state He is glory bound.

Christian Teachings

The Fact you know of such times,

that deliver more than lines,

keeps it real "the guess" is the deal,

that makes your traitor only bait!!

To declare in open venue,

is to Announce a certain menu,

upon which you seem to serve,

yet another his just desserts.

So as you gaze upon each face,

will you judge this day disgraced?

Who shall be the ones to see,

calling-out and blaming He,

for "All" the lands hypocrisy,

without the proof to even be?

For in the Verse that you did write,

for I understand your teacher did not type,

do you state or do you blame,

that the Shame remains with Vain?

Should you not teach a plot,

but take account for your Lot,

can you not know you have sought,

the lives you want, the ones you bought?

You have turned aside and based your lives,

on a certain 'Play.'

..you built a block by squaring words,

as a step but it may be worse!!

For in the Thought that we go 'round,

it is in the Circle we have found,

never broken for the stone,

which you take and you have thrown.

So save yourself, dismiss each task,

'Cheers' the Life you eat at mass,

but I am bothered by this act,

for it teaches what should rack!!

To eat and drink the blood of 'One Man,'

is forbearance to a plan,

the cannibalization I can't stand,

it is a Sin and You are damned!!

Peace be with that Lord or Man

Two Millenia since He walked this Land,

yet He has no burial or been entombed,

haunting words you hide from view,

He was not even One of you!!

You took His Life to increase the Knife,

left Him nailed to His view,

looking from the Cross you hung,

in every Church and on your Lung...

as if this Treasure is better than His rest.

Foreboding Thought to be faced with Truth,

but maybe with the square you block,

not the continue in this Verse,

but the Four Corners of this Earth.

For with the Possible asking Why,

final words just don't lie,

'You' are wrong and He did try,

died for reason not for turf!!

Yet you marched and took such life,

'Christendom' flourished while more did die,

not for lack of Personal Belief,

but because they did not take yours as relief.

With each Country over-run,

believe in christ or you will die,

such a fornicated messages guise,

to steal wealth as well as lives.

Your Balance in the End,

will show your Measure from Begin,

no off-setting what you're due,

it's blasphemy too.

To Eat the Dead the Flesh of man,

to drink his blood as part of plan,

will enhance the cards in hand,

and produce a bitter truth.

Your remorse will be the life,

that never dies and shows the strife,

for Death will come and realize,

you are not worthy with your pride.

Even Death will leave you high,

willingly and without a tie,

to the next world of thought,

in this you will feel Death has Wrought.

In this Plight you will be left,

this will be the Truth that's set,

but you will have what you desire,

an Ever-lasting Life with no Require!!

A-Maze

To Quench Thought in the marvel of a mind,

the thinking kind,

to deliver Centuries lost as a learning to cost,

lends life a light,

a guide to teach not take,

not break the Will,

so you may stay,

in this thwarted till.

In Ancient Times study of death,

created a way a direction to say;

Life Continues.

So many Realms to Cross,

to Pass-Over or Through,

an understanding lost,
 returns to you.

Discarded are these maps,

for points of view,

referred too and said to confuse,

so that you take your eye off Sake!!

Why does Humanity believe,

that You do not have to work through,

the Darkness too??.

With Light there is Black,

in each begin there is an end,

in every Road traveled,

there must be a reason to journey.

Surrounding Nature's display,

Her quest seems so grand,

how does Man remove himself,

as not part of this Plan?

The very breath afforded Our life,

is given by that which is discarded as used.

Should We not also be of Use?

Or, do You believe that the Work to Be,

to Produce is only for Consume?

In every effort energy expends itself so naturally!!

To discount what you do not See,

cannot appreciate, as yours for the taking,

dismisses the ride it took to produce your need, or required want,

without thought to the development of that which You take for granted,

Flashbacks Enable Us To Move Through

There were these Days,

so long ago,

I was young,

my Mind doth remind.

In a Basement frame,

the sight of such a Horror!!

It happened more than once,

it seemed Their heavens door.

As first such FRIGHT,

the FEAR was found,

pushed down upon the ground!!

As I did resist,

my size became so easily licked,

the hatred turned to bliss,

I shut my EYES for this.

With EACH increased FIGHT,

enhanced my personal plight,

I saw within these boys,

my fear was met with sight.

Upon these ACTS of DARKEST FAIR,

these Boys would pay Their way,

I saw the spite within Their eyes,

causing such despair.

I HAD to LEARN,

to STARE them down,

on my back I laid.

I LOOKED into Their EYES,

with hatred for this ACT,

then upon this One Time hist',

the blank stare blinked right back.

The WRATH which began,

increased through the line,

each ONE sought the fight,

insisting it was right: Deserved.

The roughness on Their part,

caused me to erupt,

but I did not back off this stare,

my only refuge there!!

As Their ability to accomplish act,

began to wane 'cause I fought back,

my eyes, my stare began to make,

these Boys incapable to complete this Take.

 The Fear inside of myself,

which I had to defeat to become well,

became what angered me in this place.

Years and Years did pass,

before I understood Their Wrath,

Expressions of Theirs,

I only remember,

the sticky, disgusting shared.

The strangeness in these days,

reveals things not nice,

not a test, not whats best,

just absurd exists in their.

Myself, I learned to hate,

the Act which brought the RAGE,

my EYES became the BAIT!!

Restrained by size,

I did give way,

in this I could only persist,

to OPEN my EYES,

not close and wish,

"Is this the day I die?"

When SENSE brought ATTACKERS madness,

I witnessed death in Their Eyes,

I watched insanity walk away,

the danger was so grave.

Although my life went on each day,

this Act killed me too,

my innocence was taken,

the rage made me New!!

My loss became my gain,

exhaustion delivered disdain,

my life bares this kill,

I know that what was done,

impacted more than (One) Won!!

I know that peace can be found,

to puzzle my past in present.

These Ill's of which I speak,

has brought so much relief!!

Not to reside in these times,

but to bring to complete,

so I may turn the Page with Age,

to deliver Times of Pain,

in the birth of brand new day.

I know that in past pleads,

I wished to wish for a particular relief,

but Reality is my Rule,

and the wish did seem so cool.

Grateful for the Sight,

the Might gives Way to Passed,

but I still Wish for You,

a day where Twin Souls rule.

The passion felt surreal,

brought me strength,

and paved my path,

to face this life of terror.

Thank you for your care!!

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

We come from distance great,

to deliver messages sent,

the Universe does shout,

as we come about.

Blindness grew through Ages,

the Ancient built such signs,

Humanity has dumbed this down,

stating, "It's not sound."

The enlightened mind resting,

leaves Life to Trace a Find,

the angles become the bracing,

for All that are not bound.

As Centuries have passed,

the "Ages" so do last,

encircling the globe,

announcing darkness know!

In the Writings still entombed,

the Chiseler's evidence stating doom,

saddened many to mark for You,

there is a way to get through.

The Conscious Mind must Wake,

a collective by design,

mapping out what must be found,

a posture to tackle bind!!

In Rote you may just know,

a natural law in such times,

when teaching invokes death,

kills based on imminent threat.  

The Voice has witnessed this,

as apologies persist,

but to take a life to save a life,

is a twisted fit.

A Gathering of the Mute,

in places which impute,

the belief is in the listing,

Resistance seems the Misting.

Enlightenment will pass,

the need to know reaches Wrath,

the Mind withholds the Path,

a Conscious Note of Hate.

a place of Peace your lost,

in Sake of need you want,

in Blast of wrong you're right,

the plight enhances blind.

You're Out-of-Time,

the rule in rote,

declares the Ages End.

No balance in this measure,

it will add-up to Sin.

Although you've turned your back,

to the Old and Ancients fact,

the Signs of Times,

will Speak with Lines,

the ones you will wait in.

The Shame that should show,

is the Blame in which You throw,

the fault is there imposed,

upon the roads of known.

The Words in the Verse,

the spoken of shown,

casts aside what is bliss,

in-spite You are blown.

In the Eyes which do see,

the Moor's of such kneed,

it is sung in more than reads,

by design and not a plead.

The Circle than complete,

the Hour-Glass breaks,

the Tumbler sounds,

a ride with no seat!!

The importance of Issue,

draws close to the days,

when Ignorance was used,

to excuse thus engaged.

Lacking the Skills,

to Listen to drilled,

You dug into History,

and dismissed the Mystery.

Do not turn to another,

reflection is in self,

review of your well,

may deepen the Tell.

Denial of History,

the Ages of Sign,

the Golden, the Silver, the Bronze to remind,

that Iron is Hot and darkens this plot.

A Play to Release,

the Stars which will be,

a guide to deliver,

more sages than me.

In rote I have written,

in memory of told,

that doubt will reveal,

the pages of Old!! 

There Is A Day of Done!!

It will come,

in the action of the setting Sun.

The Moon will be a fleeting sign,

to a strange and new shrine.

In the open vein,

of a Universal Reign,

the Galaxy will explain,

the mathematics in plain.

Observing the shining horizon,

will lend credence to this find.

An incredible sight,

to deliver in one night,

an absolute fight.

Raise no hand,

release the knitting of fist,

take heed to Nature's Read,

learn that the evidence must come as fact.

Dismiss nothing,

engage delight of Wealth in Mind,

Sake in body, Peace in Soul,

Revelry of Old!!

May Earth know Her bloom,

may Man appreciate Her stand,

may Love find a hand,

may Enjoyment play an active part upon Her Land.

Stars twinkle in this night sky of wrinkle,

the movement of this place,

will not harm but create Post Haste!!

The melody of the gentle breeze,

a spacial release for need,

binds the matter to be.

After arrival,

so much to see,

the Sea will envelope,

as lives take No-Heed!!

This rivalry of things,

developed in mention,

to merely bring tension,

leaves.

A working order,

of no surprise,

out-stretched arms,

bend like knees!!

The prowess of speech to deliver lies,

twists-of-tongues don't realize,

that the best has yet to come!!

A mountainous move,

to receive not take,

is the Lake which is left,

in this Void of accept.

The Truth makes evident this Dark Design,

a Life of incredible becomes resigned.

The Voice of the Rain,

puddles the mud,

Fire you beg,

shapes this Place!!

There are Books of Tells,

Ancients speak,

through Tombs displays of different ways.

To be of kindness,

issue respect,

Centuries behind Us,

guide these days.

The recent develops,

Lines like Plays,

Action becomes Cut,

as distractions well-up.

To sort the Valleys Plumage,

to weed out the hate,

makes a path of wonder,

if it's not to late.

The cobblestone while laid to only roam,

identifies the spoken lies,

a pebble in your shoe.

The Halls of Time do Echo,

a reverent tone of line,

the cave of the buried mind.

The spectrum of a rainbow,

examples the pot of gold,

the Slide which does enable,

this lurid, slippery slope.

The blasting chord of dynamite,

lit for deplore,

explosions become record.

The pain that the Sun does issue,

She bursts at Her hems,

She spins in such direction,

makes evident Man-kinds sin.

Indifference sets indecision,

a plan it seems a gift,

but faith in such lacking-innocence,

makes evident this rift.

A bomb of no destruction,

leaves Cities with no life,

no evidence of mortal bodies,

only Buildings showing Time.

The emptiness is palpable,

the Air still good to breathe,

but lacking lungs to breathe it in,

disturbs Fright to See!!

The rounding of this Treasure,

 a sphere in which We bleed,

upsets no Men of Measure,

revealing Cause for Need!!

The Cipher of Existence,

are Secrets that do Keep,

no confusing lies,

the Mathematics will show reap.

It originates in a Mystic,

the Magic of it's Guise,

the Blind becomes Self-Evident,

the Mission is the Prize.

Reward will further Stories,

the Miffed will invoke Death,

the Bill to realize,

there is substantial debt.

A Script of Device,

plants seeds to grow no peril,

the harvest is the barrel,

the Words become the Wine.

Drunk You are to Lives so Far,

the Dead become the Light,

a sobriety of been,

it almost seems a Sin!!

When Death no longer comes,

you're shackled to the sum,

the total of 'All' lived lives,

the reason Why you run!!

Work becomes no-man,

a Spirit You possess,

the Rest which You invoke,

no-longer are there tests.

The Number of which will Add,

Subtracts more than a Crown,

the Value is the Plight,

the Cry will have No-Sound!!

The Bang of Natures Rite,

equals a personal fight,

the switch of each horizon,

no battle for the light.

The Flight of Sight

Two of the most beautiful doves,

sat with Me outside today.

They have taken residence,

upon a near by Tree.

Laughter brought me Peace,

as I enjoy the Scene.

Most obviously together,

one fronted a Feather,

while the other came close to better,

the warmth of company.

As they both fly away,

simply to return on this same day,

I wonder about what they say.

The pride of  another must be,

more than an example to Me.

The cooing sound echoes around,

a note to resound,

with delight and comfort,

derived from Wonder!!

Blessed I must be,

for a Hummingbird sits with me!!

The Construct Of A Numbered Range

The Universe displays a radiant chart,

of an explosive start!!

Alive and Fully Balanced with the Choice of Life,

an Hour-Glass must measure this enclosed Treasure.

Far in the out-reaches,

in Realms of the Incredible,

Planets lie in wait,

to issue Their weight,

as a proper take,

to the Space required to bloom!!

I stare up to the Sky,

and see the beauty in massive reply!

How can You not example this Creative Design?

Room for so much in Alive,

a never-ending cry!!

Close Your eyes and try,

to be more than an existence that just dies,

makes excuses for mistakes,

washes hands and lies.

In 'Any' expansive mass,

responsibility follows,

to support the Life!!

Remaining free of such condemning paths,

trying to be better than that,

leads to a Construct,

not to Wrath!!

The movement of Our lives,

is a Dance and a Try,

to be an eloquent appeal,

and not dissolve what is Real.

Take resolve in reason,

not Treason!!

A Rise To Know Fall

A different approach to a final understanding,

may lie in the breath it takes to live,

not Die!!

Respecting Your verse for Your coming Curse,

do not belittle Whom wish to stay,

not rise to a fall.

To scatter seeds,

thoughts of deeds,

that must come into light,

before~during~after,

this End-of-Days fight,

requires little from the follower.

A disturbing message to have cast out,

grown with intent.

A critical loss in such a preached gain,

is the loneliness of such aim.

No mention of calm or peace as resolve,

You just leave to avoid the burn,

as if it is your turn.

To be so pointedly clear,

saying those left will suffer greatly,

is merely pointing the finger,

assuming authority in this control.

In a place lacking subject,

lost in translation,

echoes of a past calling,

I yearn to stretch thought.

Has a subjective mind,

only found life in sign?

Long before breath was mist,

the Universe had light,

a bubbling fire,

an explosive rest.

As Suns burst with growth,

and colors reigned the sky,

the expansion of such wealth,

still shows itself.

Should example not demonstrate change,

than a fading light will steer,

a star so near ~ just to miss.

Such amazement surrounds Us here,

the vast history of voice,

a tone of best,

rings-in as a test.

Future sights of past measures,

increase 'Might'

lending purpose to this fight,

not to argue,

just to be in plain sight.

A venture in my mind,

the engagement of,

"Where We are"

must disappoint the Ancients.

To dismiss an incredible value,

a written record of,

"How to do"

what comes from You,

is a saddened state affair.

The balance to lost is found,

the difference shows with a persistent note.

Is it Claim or is it Proof,

that across the stage,

past 'Tells' show this Age?

An Act or Providential fact?

Can We search Our-Selves,

to know that We are sleeping,

in Mind-Less Cells?

The Prison of a Keep,

Enhanced or a Cheat?

A Teeter-Totter so to speak!!

The most I see,

a waffling to me,

Accusations, Defamation,

a Character flaw,

with no meat to claw.

The 'Proof' needed,

seems far stretching,

real resolve.

A "Real End" would include,

the evidence and could not be moved.

Certainty in such an act,

would not deprive, 

but revive a set-life.

In such a 'Grand Plan'

the tangible would be explained,

not blamed, not away,

but an Ace in Whole,

a dealing to full.

Completion to determine a station,

confidence in this appeal,

would deliver a flesh & blood reveal.

Concreting all that's bleeding,

a touch of reality,

in such a long stay,

to provide more than a day,

but a life.

Proving regardless of impending strife,

the Work to Know, 

to Do,

is the reward for All to pursue.

An Everlasting You

In a World so condemning,

breaks Universal Rule,

to advance selfish acts,

and worse,

explains that 'It's for You'

I quietly stand aside,

to witness this strange ride,

of nothing more than,

you lied.

The 'Cover' of all sins,

is not the Lid to hide,

what has happened to this try.

Belief in what I See!!

Awakening does not happen gently,

it is an abrupt jolt,

to shock souls,

out of slumber and into the cold.

The Reality that resides within Your Being,

speaks privately, silently, eloquently,

to remind to engage,

and with no mistake,

to Wake the sleeping Play.

To deny Yourself of reality,

than the 'Actual' on occurrence,

will not save or change,

you are already deranged.

Knowingly ignoring Your very D.N.A.,

a timely reminder,

of a directive to be selective.

Take the vastness of emptiness,

a void in which You drown,

and be found wanting,

leaves no-one to receive.

Surely what circulates naturally,

does not destroy the inhabitants,

but waters the thirst for happiness.

To strive for a greater self,

must in any end improve what is dealt,

creating a Full-House,

or maybe just,

Two-of-a-Kind,

so that not One is left behind,

or sacrificed as 'On High'

as in past dies.