Remembrances Poem by Xavier Mandreza

The Knowledge percieved by Man
Takes All - speed and accurate - Thought
Bring about, whether Majestic or Fatal
Though Pimpy Sloth has come to wrought.


Those Problems we face, a big disgrace
Stress, strongly amended, lace
Could infect in us no longer
Since such Sources were washed away ashore.


I have laid about, gave
My Ultimacy towards one's Reasoning
But the Trouble is, Sloth still prevails
And distorts these Courses of Learning.


It is within one's Will - to weather
Sleep or survive
We must make our own Decisions -
Our own Fates
Either to recline or revive.


I blame you, you Will of Sloth!
Burn him in Hell on a Saturated Cloth,
Flammable yet durable - must never escape
And must be Strong against the harshness of Rape.


My Life, your Life, so equally reasoned
No Pattern, neither seasoned
All because of Sloth, my Will pursuades
And furthermore my Willingness to study evades.


Now the Question is this: Could I get it back?
Take it out from the Thorns and place it
In a Sack?
My Answer: Try and
Try until such Feeling dissipates
For to do so could break the most Holy Decree.


Somehow, somewhere my Pattern will change
From Crooked Edges to an Enlightened Sage
I pray though to enrich it and flourish
Avoid convulsions then so forth; To learn it
With Punishments which punishes.


Learn greatly; An Unforgettable Conspiracy.