Collection 4 of the works of Rodriquez Wrenchezo

Collection 4 Collection 4 of the works of Rodriquez Wrenchezo

The Fourth collection

Collection 4, #1

METAPHORSICAL HOPE

(note the name was changed to metaphysical hope but after future consideration I changed it back to its original name.)

Help me I am drowning and nobody can help me
why can't. you help me, why
I am in deep and there is no way that I can be saved
But if there is a way, You have to find it yourself for
are my last hope.

If you are my last hope than there is reason to hope for there is
someone there to hope for and I can have hope for myself and for
others like I.

But hope is a blindness for it does not show you the real world
and you see things that are not really there. But there is also
sight in hope and for those that is all that they require and they
are content.

But others see the world as it truly is and are consoled for they
can survive in this harsh land, this land of live or die. This place is
harsh but the hardy live and the weak die unless they are taken
care by those who love them or those of a protective nature.

But those who survive and prosper are a different tale all
together, for they are either the ones with the will or those who
are born to their prosperity. Those with the will to survive and
prosper by their wits and knowledge and their instincts. Those
born to their prosperity live the life of comfort till they are
thrown out or they squander all their fortunes away.

Those who learn to become hardy and how to work for their
fortunes and glory become the martyrs of their chosen life for
they are the ones who bear the most pain and strain and have to
learn to deal with it. To those who deal with the pain and strain,
they survive and become someone that is happy and can take
anything that is given or done to them. They are the hardy and
they are the ones who lived their life to the best that they can
and they survive and prosper in their own way.

Collection 4, #2

Remember that in
matters of the heart
there are things that
can not be explained
no matter what the
person thinks, it is
what the person feels in
the heart that is important
to the heart itself.

But there are things in the
heart , that are parts of it,
that a person will not let
be shown to someone. These
parts are the hated parts of most
people, the part that is hidden and
not allowed to be seen by others. It is the
part that is kept close and watched all the
time by the person and will not allow others
to see their hidden self.

But this hidden self is not a bad part of the self,
just the part of the self that many wish that
they did not have. It is the part that
gives us courage and understanding and the other
parts of the self that need a negative aspect to
increase comprehension.

Interlude of a Time

Tis the end, of the middle of the year, and the other year
is gone and done with almost and there is not much that
can be done to change the past, except correct past wrongs
and tell tales of the past that tell of the year in all its
happiness and woe.

Collection 4, #3

July 2, 1994 @2 a.m.

The Trickster

August 25, 1995 @10:00 p.m.

A trickster, one
who proves that the lie
in life is all there is
when there is nothing left
in the life that is lived in the past
full of forgotten memories and knowing
that there is something to hang on,
and that because of this the past is
transferred and changed, realized into
something that is not part of the original.

Now the trickster has come
and the past is done, finished, over
with and demolished, to bring
into this life a different creation, one
that has a life of its own and does not
need the past to survive upon its own ruin.

The present, a person walking, in the steps of another,
finds a new path among the tangle of fates strands, and
begins the travel, to different paths and ways of life and
living. A truth, different from the original and needing
someone else to prove that the life before was the life
that is held upon the name of the past and is worth knowing
and remembering in the halls of time.