Right now I feel so pure inside my heart my vision clear as crystal day I see everything right now I feel so pure no stress no pain inside my heart right now I feel so pure no sadness nor tears coming down from my eyes this morning this my pain is gone into my stressless relief night
Imagine, walking down the middle of the road, Not a single noise is to be heard, other then nature. Birds claim the skies as their domain now. And the land animals claim our homes, and buildings. The streams pristine and pure, the air fresh finally. And I think, how wonderful it would be to see The tables turn on us, to see earth take back what it owns. And I realize... I don't care if we all die off, the human race. I welcome that day, with open arms.
Cold, wet, shivering Standing miserably in a dark doorway The one I called home A home without lights, without warmth A shadowy figure loomed out of the Swirling mist A shapeless faceless figure in the dark Without a word, without stopping It reached out and pressed a piece of paper Into my hand In the damp half light of the following morning I looked at the piece of paper, to my amazement A lottery ticket A few hours later I walked into a news agent Asked the man to check the ticket Sometime later and still in a state of shock I walked back out Richer by Ј50, 000 Thank you faceless Samaritan
Christina was an angel. A miracle which was extinguished way before it's time. I expressed to her, my last message, sadly. "You lit my fire to fuel my soul. you cared for my music and heart I Love you and shall be your rock... your wall of deep and respectful support. " I heard the ending of her miraculous invention, brought to life, "Which was her soul and music. " I felt my once huge and loving heart, break into a thousand pieces. It is still hurting, quite badly. I felt a needle of emotional medicine from Christina's fall, it had stabbed me in the chest, and it has numbed my feelings that were awe inspired by her. Just as I had admitted to her that I was falling in love with her beautiful heart, friendship, and sweet music. The evil reaper Took this "part of me" that she had been in addition to, away. My heart was, then too burried with her still beating heart. My clock stopped. I felt the best, of me, sink with her last breaths, in quicksands of the oppressors. Such sank my creative spirit to depressive and unfeeling depths, in thes sands of lost time, quite still deeper. I have cried inside rains of shock. I felt the winds cease and the sonic boom of defeat's sounds Of the winds of ill fated changes Stop my creative and artistic heart From beating. My care and inspiration from Christina Grimmie, the kindness that drew me from my own near self suicidal demise... Her kind and uplifting hand that lifted my spirits from dark depths... Such love to me, a newly met stranger, saved my own artistic soul. It was a destructive and hateful nuclear bomb of destructive mass That now has no measurable size. I shall honor the beautiful and gentle soul, which still talks and sends love to me, at my darkest of times... Such saved myself from defeating her truer propose Of higher and kinder purposes... And her angel wings swooped down from above. She saved me from my own ruin as I honored her true name. "The sweet Bird of A winged Pure Heart" That flies and watches over all she truly loved and cherished In eternal life after the physical realm, which we assume is our ends of our existence in life, she showed her oppressors that her demise was her extended beginning. She shall be within my heart... Worth more than gold and fame. As her spirit shall forever love and guide me To a more beautiful song and dance in my life She still is my roaring and burning loving flame.
Like a ghost They start to treat you. Now you're useless And, for society, A form of vile life.
Everywhere what we see Is the past come back The same mistakes being made And the same lies being told.
Everything has suddenly changed And nor children can be saved Everybody has talked about justice, But nobody sees the problem. And each said word by them Is corrupted by this obsession.
Get rid of this holy book And go live naturally. Get rid of this fool thought And say something inteligent Please, get rid of this obsession And stop being inconvenient.
I'm nostalgic about people, Because I lost a lot of them. And since the first beliefs, We were being controlled; However, if they make you well, I won't be who will prevent you To believe freely in them.
The Institution speaks behind masks; Without apparent guilty or logic. It's hard to breath corrupted air And it's harder not to want to be alone.
I've got inside me The idea of lucidity. In my dreams We're still pure. In them we can choose What had better suit us.
pure.
Author: Jonas Gonçalves
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Date: 22/03/2020
№ 1188900
A moment of pure bliss
In September I experienced something that by all accounts of logic could not exist. I awoke to this world truly seeing it for the first time. I could hear the whispers of the trees and feel the richness of the Earth. I reached my arms out to the sky and soaked up the beauty of the sun And then I heard ~We are all ONE. We are all Connected. We are all joined by infinite LOVE ~In this moment everything made sense I was complete And there was nothing but unconditional love surrounding me From then on, I knew life was meant to be a journey and not a destination Oh, what joy this has brought to me
