Some Notes From One Who Has Ventured Where One Should Never; And Memories Of Old;

May ye be blest; Here are few notes, written whilst enjoying the symphonic sounds of the compact disc, Throne Room:

Theme: Last rites, rites of passage, rites of induction; and "we-children" sang thee a dirge:

[0] a segue between one state and another...

[1] a highway betwixt a start and a finish...

[2] all of life's transitions are cannot be inverted [MATH-LIKE-TERM], or at least, easily so.

[2.A] on occasion, one can traverse a path which is not reversible;

[3] one can drop a series of "bread-crumbs", in quadruplicate, yet; it might well be the case that, upon a pirouette, in this ballet called life; the bird, might have gathered that trail which shows one the path that will help him find the origin of his travels.

[4] this life has shown that; not only, might the "white, tile" floor, rememberest thou Ol' Ship from year's past, a church one had not seen, for four year's past, until the very "first-experience" of a "lucid" dream, a sequence, unraveling, with a familiar scene; the "fond" memories do tell of a place of "hopeful-discipline", a college that might have been an "earth-bound" hell.

[5] it seemed, the strangest of "uncommon" transformations do-tell, that the earth once known ... well; yet, the heart and spirit, of a young man; who knew he and himself, and how this "devilish-deception" of "missing-tiles", only Jehovah-Nissi could quell.

[6] the mysterious and strange capitalisation, in an old KJV circa 1977 and NIV circa 1995, doth thou yell "draw us out of this wicked '2017-hell'", when the Lord is always "He" and never "he"; and, the words of Christ, it is customarily said, "be written in letters of red"; what more can be read; that can set some captive free from a slide that one should never see, nor sought with the reward of sweet water and a loaf of bread.

[7] beware of "promised-riches" ye, young lass and lad, when, in decades, surrounded by throngs of grands and great-grands, might it be said, it was such a blest-day; onceth it ware remembered that the definition of "virtue" in Proverbs 31, hath "holpend" each maintain their "peaceful mental focus", a balanced and level head.

[8] the "American Dream" riddled with the pain of emotion, flesh, soul, and spirit; wherein most deem its writ politic the most "value-able" of existence's con-script. For, among those "derivative-children" of the Pilgrim's Pride, a land whose 'viscous-vicious-heritage-heart" was annealed, tempered, and moulded with the "precious-drops" of the blood from many a "peoples", both human and non, of shade, plume, coat, and hue, doth upon their personages purpond[verify], all being the Lord's children, the raven doth quote: "Allelujah, shall with a "septa-tonic" hymn; "we-pipe-praises" that expel, shall a 'colourful' note!"

[9] although, the Lord gave Job merciful forgiveness, concerning the sins of his youth; this age and its wickedness, often invisible for the modern "god-fearing-youth" with naivete of eye, the resultant mistake of "accepting" the offer of seeing a puppeteer, might cost him his dearest's life. 

[10] and, this appellation, and the pleasantries of "child-like" fun; yet, the offer of taking a "ride" in a "party-cab", an "old-hearse" converted, should tell a youth that Jon Death, Esq. hath smiled and flirted; offering a "short-trip"; and, upon its resolution, such "impulsivity", given any modern youngster, will foment one's heart-a-health, remorse shall be built, concerning accepting it.

[11] so, those "rites" so oft spoken of, with a "tone of melancholy" and "a note of sands surpassed and forever lost", a time of "recklessness, foolishness" that our "de-facto American Justice" says are the badges of adulthood's cost. Being grown, duplicity saith that for one's sins he must pay societal-potential lost; and, yet, this same community demands that a "missed-mark" be made, at least every few tics or tocs, of vanity's caste system's clock.

[12] and, my "dear-friend" let it be known "quite-well"; when passing through life's blend of heaven and hell; that in our physical existence, might it all evil He dispell, whether streaking along with the celerity of a snail; or, ploddern we with the "molassaic-march" of a "ravenous-cheetah" pursuing a weekly meal; One must stop and spot dangerousness ahead; and, pivot, pirouette, and pray for a path that resolves that collision of which, an imminent future doth tell; does not, our smallest sins, place us in this earth's hell.

[13] and, forgive me, knowing this much; if for some reason; a "simple" youth doth ever see such a symbol, not  associated with any "vestigium-vesture" of "righteous" sin-free living; he should repent from its sight; and, seek a "better environment" than this world's night; onceth, one has crossed that gateway; and the door, that one might enter, yet, from that, an escape might never be; yea, the sight of "what". a "five-part-intersection" that shall eventually, show forth the face of satan, after many subsequent sightings, is a "strong" admonishment that a different route, should be taken, long before "the grossest of evil's face is evident". "we-soldiers" repent, repent, yea, repent!

[14] when in this country , "we" do most commonly, for the "warped-offspring" of Mammon and Jezebel's discrete moments, dance, prance, and with subterfuge caper....is among us "nare" a vestige of agape love evident.