All human Frailty
Becomes manifest by extension whenever obligation
turns aberration
By way of
" I guess I forgot to mention"
giving halt
to all
default...
power sources
involved in the Ascension
whereas  before hand
they might stand
as some slight
unintended redactions
Unfortunately
Now tosses doubts
into even
those best of intentions
where a simple word mistake
WIll often dictate
a change in course
A new Direction
simply by means of a tone or inflection

Although it's not
because
of something  one
Neglected to mention
but by the tack we take....
..
Or didn't take
By Tone or inflection
that turns
Some words
into that double edge blade
of apprehension
  Whereas
one can understand full well
what you read
With full apprehension and comprehension
Or you can be caught- arrested
By anxiety, misunderstandings
or fear
Simply by how you apply
according to each edge of the blade
and how you accord each one
Apportioning
a value
according to the power
granted to each
.

"According to some- to whom I have great Accord
The View ...
that the sunset affords
from the rooftop Terrace....
is something
that we cannot afford .....
....to miss"
..

Ain't got the time
To explain anymore
Where I will be....when
I exit through that door

Its' not for you to care about
So go ahead  scream and shout

   I learned to not listen a long time ago
  When it turned out that you were not somebody that I used to know
But now I am afraid that I'll end up doing the same
thing to me
and then who the hell would I have to blame


I won't let that be my fate
But I got this feeling that
      I've waited too late
To draw the line that can separate
to draw the line that can separate
who I once was and who I am today

Implicate-evaporate
  Hesitate ...
...till you replicate
One To stay and one to go
One to think  
And one to know

We won't be able to cooperate
  Nor will we be able to collaborate
  Just another dead soldier they choose to decorate
And the next time we see me will be when we open up the crate
And that is
Way way too late to change my fate

I'm going where I'm going when I exit out that door
And where I'll be is...
just not for..
...you to know

But I just got to go...I got to
While there's even a chance

I would be remiss
in not admitting this
I am not
the antecedent
antithesis
of all that forms
my being
from feeling to failings
Loves or loves lost
cheap victories that came at such a high cost
people remembered
and those that did fade
debt owed to friends
that never were paid
Things I've learned
passed up or passed on
creating value earned
or cheap victories won
That I really lost
Because they came
at such a high cost
when i should have
sat down and shut up
or times that i sat out
when I should have
stood up or stepped in
just like those places
ive said that ive been
that i only passed through
passed by, over, around or up yet believe ive been to
So with all this said
How do i know i am not
the antecedent
antithesis
of all these
from which i am formed?
Simple answer is : Because
I grew once i knew I was reformed.

Born into
a dying moment
dry breathing
and distant sounds
the Echoplex
of stacatto reverberations
as Causeless care
is Shuffled lightly
each dealt
a sovereign play
of words - deeds
becoming seeds
planted
below
the Flatline screen
the rooted vein
of blood -fed
abberations
averted versions
by abbrogated
participation
in colluded
Instituted falsification
declarations
leaving each one
only the thinnest
of self- satisfying sanctuary
within
those deepest recesses
of absolution
that place
that never sees no sun
rooted deep
entangled
by rote remote repetition  until received - until believed there was nothing... Nothing nothing ... nothing we could have done.

The light strains in vain
to maintain
some distance from the stain
and does so without hope
to win this battle waged
for times eternal
it tries ,denies,
yet nothing
buys
what lies... beyond
the boundaries pre-subscribed
to which each must abide
as shadows grow
and darkness drops
over the land and souls
humans have learned
to push back
by flickering flame
and ever present
incandescent
A tribute to our ability
To find solutions
through evolutions
of failures facts and follies
yet we find a will and way
to stay
a tentative yet relative
hold upon the control
of power over dark and light
except within
the hearts of them
That allow only darkness
to permeate their soul
as it takes a bitter toll

,A whisper of rain
washed over my skin
marooning me upon
those memories again
that often plants itself
like a garden of green
with its soft pink aura
standing out and for
all beauty of nature
ive know and ive seen
and then the breeze
caresses my flesh
with the softness of a lovers kiss
or maybe even
a slight bit less
like a tenderest of touch
a tender caress
and i watch the redbird
whos song i had heard
but till now  
had  remained
unseen
rushing away
ahead of the rain
while i choose to be
taken away
as  i choose to remain
to let it wash clean
any blues
within
far  away
to know i still feel
as the warm summer
droplets arrive
to know I am blessed
and to know i am alive