https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AardigeAfrikaner/Comments on Life in rhyme and or form or neither of the abovehourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AardigeAfrikaner/576390By their own lie will we make them fall for even they injected truth amidst their lies and Life Itself will reach It's children never abandoning those sincere in call Keep the Sacred Heart in all your works and the Life that was promised shall come to be But first some heads will roll down stairs leading away from thrones into the streets filled with abandoned cries and end there were all truth will turn from lieshttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AardigeAfrikaner/574333We of the Seven Rays have followed our instructions to the letter each command embedded in our every cell bringing to fruition our aim The fruit is almost ready for the harvest as the first fruits fall free from the tree and spread their seed amongst the weeds to overcome and satisfyhttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AardigeAfrikaner/571953I am the Sun knowing itself and so are youhttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AardigeAfrikaner/571623When 'Kagen turned his back he used the moon to mirror There now, now they no longer lack everything the right way round and every hole a tiny crack he strolled away content whilst they laughed at him behind his back Trickster tricked and player played today they cry in barren shackhttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AardigeAfrikaner/570783We're just four lost souls swimming outside the fish bowl century upon century wish you were here.... In remembrance of the deceased Floyds and the living Pinkshttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AardigeAfrikaner/570779I must have known you then pre seventy and four By default I've been looking there thrice now and counting? or was it three all along? or three thirds in one? You're so different and somehow the same Whom shall I blame I can't escape this game seventy and four by three I'm waiting watching willfully obscurehttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AardigeAfrikaner/570527Dancing in the midst of Angels and Demons the child cries for compassion but the world of grownups passes by not even a glance a schizophrenic trance I remember days..., no, years... no, centuries and I run like hell where shall I hide from me I'm here but not I am Nothing said nothing lost or gained Freedom is a myth used to enslave I, slave of the Universe enough saidhttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AardigeAfrikaner/570343We live, we love, we cry we laugh, we even try to die we see, we say, we try we linger on, we lie on beds of roses, and that's no lie on thorns we blow our horns and fly the bus is blue and we, you and I rise again another day to tryhttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AardigeAfrikaner/570281Mostly missing my muse and arriving at an articulate attempt at re-awakening rhyme Where have you gone Scorpion Fox I had to eject you from my mind Yet your shadow remains lingering in long hours of lost labor I turn away only to see you everywhere around I miss missing youhttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AardigeAfrikaner/569983Memories have been haunting the walls of my sandcastles' halls of late Broken pieces of almost forgotten relics adorn the banners of blind lusts' piracy The riders of the apocalyptic horses have been trying to stay the end but the march of the oppressors and their bewildered subjects cannot be stalled Soon a grey morning will welcome the mourning of wailing infanticidal souls green and gold drops of elixir will drip slowly into the cup of eight corners and the grail will fall over and spill...