Yesterday, I was going down...
Today, I am back to my elevated state!
Yesterday the devil tipped my crown,
Today, its on quite straight!
Another chance to break
mental prisons that forsake
the Oath I took to Growth
that keeps us away from the mistake.
The mistake of thinking we're a lake
When we're more abundant than the ocean
A walking showing of earth itself
Yesterday, I needed help...
To remember, in November, that
I Am Myself
I Am You. I Am Gu.
We are greater than our brains, sometimes, says is true.
We are abundant!
And I RE-instated my MEMBER-ship today!
I will maintain this higher thinking, and that will continue to make my way
Yesterday is complete.
Be Here Now! Today!
Love, Gu
COMING TO YOU LIVE
My network begs an urgent announcement
Circuits inside confirmed: I’m coming to you live
New mind confirmed restricting past’s renouncement
Newly instated healthy mind immediately to arrive
Eyes searching the skies, says it’s clear
Lenses proved existence of lively vibrant colors
Ears on the side, say if you listen vibrations you can hear
Proven as some of the common senses among others
Nerve endings in skin declared to note free movement of air
The dermis felt it right in awe to raise each hair
Latest updates confirmed warm hugs are assured
To any depressed patient would prove effectively cured
And in the weather, the sun is feeling fine
Each moment felt, it’s caught and mine
This is your favorite body alive
Coming to you live
-Rickus Viljoen
@Facebook: Mr Writes
There are no last smiles,
only raging fury...
Upon the fracture of finality
lies a commitment
Mine to resist
for you to insist
This goodbye instated
is mine
By the instance of your
passionate silence
Affirmed by none
The tensions of our
respective fates...
line up again unchained
This time passes,
each time it does...
A Pat on the Back
St Patrick was a humble man, a Christian staunch and bold
He went to Ireland age sixteen whom Irish raiders stole
To slave as herdsman six long years with christian faith new found
Then in a dream told to return back to his Brit home ground
Again he met with troubled times before he saw his folks
Then after went to other lands and even wrote two works
Confessio about his faith. In Latin it was written
His mail to Corrotitus slammed Irish persecution
Again he had another dream and in it saw a missive
The heading ‘Voice of the Irish’ made Pat see his mission
So back to Ireland one more time to make the dream come real
To confirm, baptize and convert all with a renewed zeal
His works were performed without any pride
And he gave his gifts gladly to all those around
Not one he received and that was his wish
But he lived in fear of a martyrdom death
March seventeenth is reserved for Pat’s glory
The shamrock a symbol of the Trinity Holy
From bishop to saint, his status promoted
Snakes in Ireland? Just a tradition instated
Not a longevity but high dreams made her assuredness
Devotion in books, mould her in prosperity
Expectation form herself, longing to touch the sky
all the talks from society like ‘will she get successed in it’
for her, Presuming it flapdoodle just like mullock
She deeemed well from journalism, aspiration insisting her
“Forget about yesterday, Go ahead and
endowed your aim having penchant”
A new start up learning and flourishing, ran her up
Abnegation Broken her into spillikins, above all the sides give in,
Never bend towards distress,passed all the level
Instated her dreams in reality, Become the spur for lifetime
Iam enlightenment to enlighten to brainstorming my mind that sciences cerebellum of everything that exist in me in which I anonymously unpredictable explained so simply in all reasoning for understanding when I platform my mind waves that I surfed so tidal and wavelength heights of my mind epiphany thoughts that capture every clydoscopes and gyroscopes by standstills in my mind and tumors enlarged and overwhelmed my mental states but never speaks of me really for what I really think of composition from my thoughts that may cover everything that havent been exposed through advisory senored thinking but explained in layout form thats read by me when I write to embolden in my bold fonts and tense of what I thesis that instated my true statments as I brainstorms that light every word that is expresses and not by talking over and overly thinking that could ruined or more than likely brainwashed while you mind surfing that may wipe your mind out and my mind may strike you severely in which I brainstorming by enlightenment expression that actually factual monologue that very estudias.
I actually have a problem that breathes,
You see the Sky's not dark when its early,
But when the nights done light comes and leaves.
The change is consistent but i cant cope and die as surely.
It breathes for when the wind comes it lives,
And i wait but cant compensate for a fake existence,
Knowing the answer is simple, the truth lies in grids.
I will not dance in rain in any instance.
My heart never beats and I'm cold to the touch,
I'm walking weakly and the sky is bleakly instated,
For my part i stand alone, God is gone is religion seems to be my crutch.
So i guess i failed at expiring at the right time dated.
I hate your life and the high horse you came in on,
Ive been through too much too loose absently,
Death is obsolete I've waited too long and became too strong.
The Devil will look up at me so admirably.
The angel of life...