Wednesday, August 14, 2013

The Did Begin



The breaking in Half,
a Solar System grab,
the shattering of save,
delivers what you have!!

Noise of Deaf!!!,
heard the Life,
expansion made,
a Trench a Day!!

In Moments take,
the light went red,
the Black lit-up,
a minutes second of Erupt!!

The Galaxy lost,
a universe cost,
to the Matter of Grave,
a dimensional save.

Too say Today,
was tomorrow,
long in heard,
I listen to dear,
as if the time between became a mark,
to start!!

The War so Long,
the battle stayed,
the fight for drums,
the Trumpets soar,
the Instrument,
a simple door!!

The Open Vein,
bled to drain,
the water drank,
the Chalice fight!!

Felt so deeply seated Ride!!,
this is the Day!,
a time to Rise!!

The medal Gold,
Rings Complete,
the circular sight,
of a Spherical might!!

The charted mapped out a Plan,
it was how the volunteer did land,
the search for death,
the 'Why' began,
the reason becomes,
the lies at hand.

Clarity will Verse as it Learns,
the education of,
an earlier love,
sought and outed,
Stunned and Shouted!!

Rolled complete!!,
in Full-Accord,
the simple stream to see there's more!!

A 'Collective' lane,
to drive not tame,
the 'Wild' romance,
of Space, a Dance!!

The Planets echo,
the calling star,
out - so - far,
'Here' is Marred!!

What it is,
remains in list,
History speaks,
Humanity resists!!

Ask the Questions,
sum the answer,
within the dynamic Creations structure,
the Cellular find in this Time,
it is the DAY of D.N.A.!!

Stand to Run,
the spirit dear,
the human being will go from cheer,
to working hard,
finding die,
to rise again,
to battle sin!!

A Romance In The Dawn of.....




...so long ago.

I heard this tone,
deep and low,
the Music played,
an Orchestra plane.

The Universe,
viola known,
deeper sound,
a piano slowed.

The Full-Notes,
carried weight,
as if the Planets felt the take.

Movements tempo,
metric chord,
a feeling of,
I've been before.

The stereo of an echoed cry,
made me state;
"I know you....Why?"

So old this call,
from when I saw,
the galaxy in a stall.

The planets next,
the shift complete,
as if the change,
developed feet.

The scroll rolled on,
a Fellow songed,
the Lyrics words,
the Sentence versed.

Like a Story,
unrehearsed,
being told,
in Life be bold.

The loss was felt,
a palpable Tell,
the longing seemed to say,
that pains the measure and guides the way.

Misery, lonely, searching in seek,
made me wonder,
producing Feat.

Truth so Told,
in simple souls,
all were lost and we're not home.

Discouraged by Fate,
the looming day,
I felt the pinch,
the Spark entrenched.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Mythology Is Where It's At, Truth Exacts This Life!!



Change is a decision,
it can be made,
not to benefit you,
but to impact Earth!!

In 'The Continue' life will rise,
a war to front,
Future Lives,
as a Way or a Path,
to grasp,
should you chose the fight.

Hang yourself on 'The Cross' if you like,
preach of lies,
testify as you rip off ties,
changed verse to fatten your purse,
the purchase is yours.

In Cupid's Reign Zeus proclaimed,
cannibalism is plain,
the shame of a human stain.

Anger became the wrath preordained,
to stop the blame,
and identify the name.

No one can speak of lives in weeks,
where times were lost,
history's cost,
the Wars, the Signs,
sublime.

Proclaim your dust,
for mud goes far,
in this know that Fire burns,
to expose and learn,
a swinging blade to turn.

Expecting a Man to stand and say,
once again I'm here to die for your sin,
profane!!

And as you look,
for that which never took,
nail your lives to the cross of which he died,
these accounts you cannot buy.

The offerings, the tithes,
the bought-off lives,
will do and die,
a lofty thought.

Death meets Us all,
to say don't ball,
your Life is the Rite to Fall.

The Sun Is Also Blue




In sight,
the Isis moon,
a dimension true,
in view of you upon 'The Blue'
she mourns it Too!!

Like the proof,
evidence ensues,
you kill the place that's left a trace.

The millionth year,
of earth's end dear,
to me she is the tie.

She adorns,
without the horns,
the settlement of nature's try.

The poisoned skies,
the do's,
the plight,
the magic made,
will die in life.

No care repairs,
the Planets stare,
the Stars don't burn as bright.

The violent threats to explode,
exterminating lives,
kills the dirt on Mother Earth,
the blast will hurt,
eternal burns.

Decisions done,
made me run,
imagine when you all are stunned,
by what perverses her.

As Isis looks to the Sun,
the warmth of life,
barely begun,
as shadows can't explain,
the dark side of another plane.

No matter endings Life explains,
knew beginnings are the brain,
to recognize different eyes.

In such a view you'll see the truth,
the very same a treasure remains,
the wealth of the deepened blue.

A Gallant Measure Is To Treasure



In a moment,
the blink of life,
the beginning,
the dawn of Us,
the trust.

Humanity,
a lead to the 'Age of Reality'

The memory of remembrance,
the verse of,
speaks naturally,
a Fire burns,
an Elemental return!!

I cheer the mind,
Gold Rings,
hold my truth.

Full-bore birth,
ready for war,
armored for chore,
I stand not to deplore,
but to battle for Earth.

Mother Nature,
my maternal view,
Evolution sees me through.

Tumultuous Ages,
lost Sages,
these days mirror do.

Speak your piece,
puzzle your life,
in this riddle,
you'll paint a picture,
a beautiful you!!

Uniquely known,
the Universe brought a Galactical Zone,
where Lives could be,
breath and deed.

The innocence,
the faith to believe,
purpose brings,
Fate a state,
Destiny sees,
a place to reside for both You and Me!!

In Sight of start,
I long for mark,
the day I knew I'd go.

Split to stow,
life is hard,
lessons learned,
We've come so far.

The end is just,
to Ascend,
a place or a Twin Soul mend,
to delight in a brand new trend.

The Bridge Connects



An amazing Voice,
a Love, a choice.

To sing of times,
in simple lines,
a Sonnet tries,
I dream of Lives.

The beauty signs,
in lyrics find,
the warmth of only you.

As we come,
and as we go,
it really is,
just a show.

From birth to tomb,
we feel the bloom,
the blossom of complete.

The root to be,
is in the deed,
to encourage,
Mankind's need.

The honesty,
simplicity,
in Art I feel the bleed.

The connection,
delivers attention,
to the mirror of only read.

With every word,
between what's learned,
the value's keep it clean.

The grace of spoken,
is sometimes broken,
but Love will last Eternity.

A Universal Claim,
without the blame,
the Twin Soul is,
a different same.

An equal half of a separate whole,
it always adds to subtract,
the measure is the cold.

Long before the music plays,

the pianoed theme remains in scene,
a quantum leap of what I seek,
is the dream that People meet.

Monday, August 12, 2013

A Knight To Exact A Bow Is Smokin'




The rotation of a sexual plural,
the axis of,
completes in print,
sealing sent.

Pondering upon an equal whole,
being set_zero,
I can feel the roll.

A numerical value,
to measure circumference,
a natural occurrence,
the countdown adds up!!

The spin of blend,
a dual point,
 of a decimal trend.

The Writ of Equation,
no divide can cause, 
a bridged interpretation.

Time has a balance,
in thought of this pause,
I feel the math,
done too exact.

Symmetrically drawn,
the Pawn sees the dawn,
the beauty is echoed,
the call is so strong.

Developed in difference,
notes are the same,
words are the names,
letters do change.

A Prism thought,
the block is so based,
the added number,
increases the state.

To deliver,
A Place, A Trace,
and
"A Date!"

The Language of Trade,
is simply to say,
"I love you forever, You're the Man and I play!!"

A Plan with a path,
the stand is just trust,
the Fate of Milena,
I feel, I must.

The streaming between,
calculates regime,
better and better,
your debtor is me.

So simply redeemed,
I state,
"You're a dream."

As singing is listening,
I hear without fear,
'cause all that you do,
enhances you Dear.

You are so magnetic,
the Stars even Cheer!!

Friday, August 9, 2013

Cupio Loves




The Clock Tower booms,
the hour struck,
the midnight stroke,
the eleventh is up.

The pendulum swings,
the hands are fine,
as it seems,
it is a towering theme!!

The chime of strike,
to note the power,
rhythm right,
like Mozart's fight.

As Chopin wrote,
the Waltz of Man,
the Minuet or Etude planned,
seems now simply,
the wealth of Man.

The 'Old' and 'Ancient' style reposed,
the Soul a Twin,
makes me wild for when.

To know of 'Him'
in 'All Past' 'Been'
it is the Movement,
Our Begin,
in the beauty of Ascend!!

The Repertoire,
is Lives lived so far,
the end incarnated,
a future mend.

To embrace,
these lives or days,
it's best to say,
love unique!!

The Being 'You' are,
is whom 'You've' been,
a Time, a Place,
an Original send!!

To enter in,
Hug a Friend,
say Hello,
how's your day?

Shake a hand,
smile and stand,
this Trip is Long,
the journey,
a play.

No difference will show when we go,
for in this move,
it's forward through,
'The Continue' is today,
the choice is yours,
for You to make.

A brand new trend!!

I encourage you in thought,
people judge,
it hurts a lot.

But as You walk,
and Some do talk,
let's walk together,
away from fought.

The gender of,
is still just love,
if you're lucky,
if you're one,
if you've found,
please don't run.

Decision done

Wisdom beats this clarity,
the reasoned feat of rarity,
albeit trying and ever rough,
the road we're on,
is paved with song.

We 'All' belong, somewhere!!

To Burn With Rite




The Army marches up to Meet,
it is the You and the Me.

Suited-up for a lead,
to show,
complete!!

An amazing Dream!!

In two halves,
an equaled whole,
not one but too now three,
the countless timing of eternity.

The Immortal balance,
in a measured allowance,
of a Twin Soul,
in deliverance of Treed.

To gasp at the forward truth,
would only prove,
I serve in no divide,
I dance in sight!!

The Ancient Planets,
the Home of Old,
beauty rolls across,
to welcome Cupid not a Cross.

The Arrow shot,
hit without thought,
the Quiver empty,
I sink into then,
that Day of a knew begin.

Oh how the Milena have passed,
the space between,
filled with been,
to state the separation has a trend,
I say,
I have you again!!

To see your face, 
to hear you sing,
to know that you walk this place with me,
an Earth of great distress, 
Humanity.

I know that this must be,
a test to do our very best,
with each and every deed.

To example how it's done,
that it's real and not a deal,
engage a stranger too stop.

Take a moment to know what was,
and feel what is,
the smile missing.

Hello to whom cares,
life is a dare,
to be the one who you want to be,
no matter what comes,
it will arrive,
yesterday's history,
a shining light.

Embrace Yourself,
hold the hand you need to fight,
look into those Eyes and Believe this plight,
you were, you are and you shall be again.

The blast of desire,
is the shock that you are wanted,
without the judgement, without the fear,
the one you hold, holds you near.

As the Fire breathes between,
ignite the flame with preordained,
with ability and freedom speak,
recognize this feeling's why.

It is the Divine Rite,
the Law of Sight,
the sound of heard,
that creates dynamite!!

This fuse in life,
an Ancients night,
was lit and as it burns,
it is the trace to lead you too,
your true and everlasting view
the love I see in you. 

Scripting Score



To write upon Cupids song,
to keep, belong,
it spills out on,
the ink is throng.

Much like singing,
the symphony is long,
an introduction to production,
the Trumpets join,
announcing same!!

As the Violin does play,
the Cello, Bass and Saxophone say,
the score is valued as it plays,
the Bow of each,
quickens feat,
as the Arrow aimed has been reached!!

Crescendo

The Treble strung so tight,
strings of might,
the Tambourine clashes,
deems,
Magic is Might!!

In comes the Xylophone,
soprano ing to paddle back tone,
the Flute joins,
the Clarinet's theme,
all the harps begin to dream.

The Pianist sat,
a rivaled track,
warming-up,
with chords exact.

The Piece to Puzzle,
the Orchestra watch,
the Tempo is brewing,
much like a pot.

The Organ Pipe is loud,
as all the stops pull out,
increased the influence,
of only sought.

The Keyboard switch has a hitch,
the foot begins and like a Niche,
the joint appeal does reveal,
the place is real,
a Man of Steel.

Elemental

The magnetic appeal,
ancient calling,
the 'Old' days are showing,
my twin souls home.

The Compositions of natural born,
the sounds of whom I'll never mourn,
the dawn of the rising Moon,
is in a full and beautiful bloom.

And as the Sun gives rise to you,
the sheets of music that you drew,
becomes the picture,
the sound a view,
the lyrics are the notes of true.








Tuesday, August 6, 2013

The Thunder Of Adore




To run with the distant pace,
I halt myself to mount-up,
and whilst I ride,
I feel the power rising between my legs,
DYNAMITE!!

Galloping along in my third-eye ray,
the pressure of,
makes ready a play!!

To spread the script,
with well-equipped,
my Mind screams delightfully,
in  simply remanding,
again..again..and again..,
it is another begin!!

Explosive follows,
the tides of the waves flow,
to rise in a steady row,
One! Two! Three..
a countless timing of the reaction to,
One man,
and the sight that sounds "A Call To Arms!!"

In air of flight,
I breathe His order,
his......makes....a......way,
to express a trousered day!!

Suit-up my Friend,
the 'Tie' of which,
shall not bind,
but wrap your neck in ecstasy!!

Wringing hands,
the sweat of,
the belt you wear,
becomes the leather of all I see.

Cuff only the wrists of,
that which you can hold,
the key is the beat of the deed!!

Change

So many people write or speak about change. You may find yourself thinking about change in your everyday life, I know I do. Some people wait their entire life for something, anything to change. Mostly, they seem to leave change to fate, chance, religion, God, other people are a popular one to choose, or they just leave it to any other reason that they can think of and believe it will initiate a change for them.


The question to ask yourself,
"Are you the person waiting for change?"
or
"Are you the one that will make change happen?"
Be honest, nobody is listening and the only person you would be fooling is you.
"Are you a mover?"
or
"a shaker?"
"Are you a motivator?"

Or are you barely hanging onto the present. I think that one is me every other second of the day, LOL! Are you afraid of what is around the next corner? Do you believe that good things happen to people who wait? Or do you believe that good things happen to people who make them happen? Do you run from a challenge? Or to a challenge? Do you face a challenge head on? What do you do? Do you have an answer for yourself?

I would venture to say that most of us are terrified of change and usually it does not matter the type of change, we will be terrified. The change could be in your employment or romantic relationships, getting a bigger house or a different car, change in responsibility or a different creative idea. It may be a change in any number of these areas or any other aspect of our lives, but change is change no matter how you slice it for yourself. However, at the urge to yearn for change, we will fight change the entire way. It would make no difference what form change arrived in; the battle against change is on! In fact, when anything changes at all (in this world) our entire world is turned upside down. Strange, don't you think? Especially when everyone around the world seems to want something, anything to change.

Have you ever met anyone that fits the above description? I know I do, hence why I am writing this blog I suppose. Other than me, lol, do you know anyone else right now? What have you said to make them realize that the very thing they complained about not happening is also the very thing that they are pushing away when it is offered.

The closest comparison I can make would be a promotion at work. People want to make more money and would like to have more responsibility, generally speaking. In order to achieve this goal there is a major thing that must take place, CHANGE! Change of position involves more responsibility, more money, it involves changing the way that fellow workers looked at you, this could be good or bad I suppose, but it will most definitely be different. The biggest change of all is usually the degree of accountability you are now responsible for when accepting the promotion.

Day by day, I am so struck by the words that pour out of people’s mouths. For instance, I actually had a person tell me once that if I would only threaten him with his job that then and only then would he be capable of working better. All I could think was "Wow", this person is not only afraid of changing his mind set toward his working environment, but he would like to dump all that responsibility for that decision on my lap, so it’s all my fault that he will not change. Do you think that he was afraid of change? What would you say to him? What should you say to him? How could you change this from a negative to a positive situation? How can I put the burden of responsibility to change back in his lap?

Why do people yearn for change and then run from it? What can you do to help them realize that change in your life is exactly that "change?" Is it possible to identify the people that are afraid of change? Should we be wasting our time to help them identify themselves? Should we be offering up idea’s, position’s, promotion’s etc., that will require or initiate change, even though we know this to be their trait (fear of change). Can we be that selective? Is it wise to be that selective?

The definition of "change" in the 1959 Old Webster’s Dictionary;

1. To progress from one state of being to another.
2. To become different, vary, as the colors of a sunset change.
3. To pass from one phase to another, as the moon.

As you can see, it is not a small feat to ask for, receive or recognize change. For some it may be exciting and for others it is just plain terrifying. This World is afflicted with the disease of apathy. No matter what you believe apathy is not good, not healthy, not prosperous, not growth, not anything at all! Freedom from such an affliction will only come to be through change. I believe that the people who choose to make a choice will be standing tall in the face of the unknown but they will be standing not watching. For it does not matter what you believe, it is only a matter that you believe. The loss of belief in ourselves has been disastrous for mankind and created a world that is screaming for relief from the pain and the agony which surrounds us.

Do not ever forget that people are the most incredible beings, it is all a matter of the choice’s that we make for ourselves each and every day. The ability to make a difference begins and ends with you and me. I will not quit on you. I believe in everything, I believe that I am here and I believe in me. I believe that believing you have a choice is key to overcoming the wave of apathy that has swept over our heads and our country. Believe in whatever you would like to believe, but believe in something because once belief is gone, choice will go and then we will have lost hope and hope is the innocence of all our belief’s.

Referring to the 1959 dictionary again, "belief" is defined as follows;

the intellectual acceptance of anything as true; the act of believing; a faith or creed.

Do not knock anothers beliefs because you do not agree, it truly is unkind and cruel. Worst of all, when you do such a thing to another being you are on purpose shattering their soul with your words. That to me, is the definition of cruelty.

In closing, and to combat what I have seen in my life I am writing down what I believe shattered souls and hearts in the world. I would like to see those souls, hearts and minds healed and better yet I would love to see and hear them sing again. This is only a structure that develops belief. What and how you choose to accept or use this is for yourself is for you and you lone to do with as you please. I hope that it will ignite a fire in each of us as individuals, then I hope that as an individual we choose carefully every step we take and that we impact the World with change.

Monday, August 5, 2013

Attraction Teams



A submersion of Ancient Belief,
the 'Old' path,
a Way,
to Identify or Recognize,
an internal view.

With each Deed,
the act of believe,
is the treasury of read,
a script held within,
deeply seated D.N.A.,
r.n.a breathes.

Archaic will Sum,
the total of done,
the cost of actions,
show the Rung.

The latter stepped,
a beating drum,
rhythms the fight,
a ladder of Might!!

The 'Bridged' will concrete,
the Exist,
Creation delivered,
now it's miffed.

The Script of Law,
ignored but saw,
does pronounce,
that things are Ra!!

The Isis Moon,
full with bloom
a sight of scene,
brought a team.

The Music Note,
tone of hope,
the ink-Well full,
holds the pull.

To shift a thought,
to time what's sought,
dependent clause,
regards too pause.

No definite move,
the Choice is prove,
each decision,
dues,
the plains removed.

A certain Voice,
in scripted noise,
the tone of glad,
exposes sad.

To have taken,
lands in breaking,
natural laws,
will show by making,
indigenous rites,
the dance of light,
too shed upon,
the darkest pawn,
that black is red,
and
Red is Dawn.