Desires deep within an unexplained place
that stretch out to hold your existence tight,
urge unexplained to help define your space:
I crave to slave to this reason; your fight.
Yearning to the metaphysical voids,
great achievers of this fine attainment.
Levels so beyond; an angel’s toxoid
that transforms and evolves beyond; gift sent.
How is it being gives definition?
Offer a slice of sugary truthful;
inspire creativities, creation:
changing soberly square into joyful!
Yet such a passion-love does often kill;
In living, though, this is no harmful ill.
Author: Richard van Rensburg
Holy Three
In the name of the Technology,
and of the Internet,
and of the Social Media.
Addict.
I Will Find You
You are out there somewhere
in this world which is filled with pain;
you’ve probably felt the pain…
… I have too.
I will find you.
We can tell each other about our lives
and share those little stories
that people share over and over,
laughing at how silly we once were.
I will find you.
We will make a life together
and share in the struggles we face:
together we can be brave
overcoming our burdens.
I will find you.
Life is short so we can make Our chapter long,
travel the world making memories
and stories to tell over and over
when we grow old.
I will find you.
We will share those special moment
together
and everyone will see what happiness can be.
I will find you.
We will lie on our backs
on a warm summer’s evening
staring up at the stars;
Laughing and Loving:
two souls destined for each other.
I will find you.
Our shattered pieces will fit together
and we will make each other whole again.
I will find you.
You will find me.
The Girl Who Lived
Both hands slip down and pick the purple rose from the green bush;
Sun shining, reflecting the light back at the world it warms.
Soft hands retract, sparkling eyes glint like stars;
Fingers twirl it, arms bring beauty closer.
Soft lips form a curve of satisfaction;
Eyelids slide gently over sight.
Nose drinks sweet air of life;
Skin dances and glints.
Heart beats lovingly;
Life slows.
Bliss.
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its hard work
having to
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La Vérité
Infected by corrupted corrosion
of peer-piercing pretense
and diseased desires to impress:
A romanticised, illustrious image.
Once bold and definite,
definite like a David.
Smashed.
The transformation of age –
Poisoned passion:
La vérité.
shards
careless words pierce sting cut
the bruises grow
the bones crack
the mind twists
the feeling burns
blood flows
the heart fills
blocked veins of Friendship
heart attack of Hurt
The Living
Filled with life and desire,
sucking on every sweet cane of sugar.
Making sure to live;
Not to exist.
Choosing to feel the feeling:
Not reading about it.
Touching Life’s beautiful offerings;
breathing in her temptations.
Yet I sit and watch…
A safe, isolated existence
and wish
I was brave too…
Politics
Sonnet of Pain
A broken heart and pain is all I bear,
Wrecked, torn, beaten and shattered by life’s fist;
My dulled soul seeps happiness from its tear:
Sharp, sickly shards which my existence mist.
I fell in love with those who liked real me,
They all changed the way I felt about life;
With them, oh, it seemed that I could just be.
They failed: results of the paternal strife!
My greatest strength, my greatest weakness too:
My caring and loving hurts me each day,
Unto life’s wooden cross I said, “I do.”
My debts on earth one day I will them pay.
But for life has not been that much so kind,
She has a reason: my life I must find.
Mr Individualist 