A letter to my dear…: A poem 

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You are young and not stung 

by the wasp of disdain 

You see sunshine in the rain 

Your wisdom is all too simple and plain 

Your smile is the music of life 

Hope in it is like a blossom ripe 

Your waves are always in high tide 

The diamond you wear is the innocence inside 

I have to tell you my weather is cold 

Unlike you I am not so bold 

I have no fever for the seamless river 

I only ask for a little solace from life’s giver 

I have drunk from the cup of despair 

The pages of fortune that hopelessly did tear 

I now live in the tiger’s lair 

Waiting for death in a moment bare 

Your happiness is my moment of joy 

From the sadness I wield like the tide to a buoy 

The ray of light among the dark clouds 

I have no courage, though, to tell you of my doubts 

For your timeless spirit I have a word of caution 

The house of bliss is not on auction 

For we have to walk the walk of burning coals 

It is the way destiny heaves and rolls… 

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Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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  1. Monte / the way you wry S d express is par r excellence . Don’t ever for a moment think you are an obscure book . You are a best seller wverytime you put pen to paper . How lucky I am to take comfort in your words

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