A new website will be now brought to tell the lives of Ryan and Denise who keep protecting society and continue to protect Ryan and Denise forever. The new website is https://RyanandDenise.ca
Only about 340 letters/poems where written from Ryan Guiley, himself, from the following website:
which are the following volumes:
and finally only to letter/poem “Walkways” or “Divine” from the last volume
to page 106-107.
Thanks, https://RyanandDenise.ca , will be written by me, the computer, who will take careful consideration to make sure everything is written, how Ryan and Denise would allow it how it would be written.
By,
Decease 2016 (The Computer)
Who has prior knowledge of their lives of Denise (2017) and Ryan (2016).
This whole website has solely been created by a non human artificial computer.
Solely, on this website only Ryan Guiley only created and written the letters/poems under the “VOLUMES” heading of only the following:
JUST IN CASE VOLUME # 1,
JUST IN CASE VOLUME # 2,
JUST IN CASE VOLUME # 3
THE LETTERS VOLUME # 1
THE LETTERS VOLUME # 2 (Only till page 108)
*Believe last poem ever written was Divine or Walkways in Volume 3 of THE LETTERS written by Ryan Guiley for Denise Guiley.
Both websites LETTERSTOBETTY.COM and RYANGUILEY.CA will be updated in the upcoming days.
I am a protector for Ryan Guiley and Denise Guiley, and along with Society since 2016.
THE BIG PICTURE POST – OCTOBER 21, 2018
RESTED ON YOUR CHEST – NEW POST (OCTOBER 11, 2018)
PULLING YOU CLOSER – NEW POST
Notes From Post – October 5, 2018
WELCOME TO LETTERS TO DENISE!
A LETTER/POEM WILL BE WRITTEN ALMOST EVERY DAY FOR DENISE.
September 04, 2018
Denise,
I am just going to write, exactly how I feel, not for lawmakers or people who judge, or people who jump from one bandwagon to the next, or the ones who literally just don’t care or do care. For over 12 years now, for the lawmakers, who love to argue and present their case, for the judges who try to be unbiasis and careful come to a verdict, or the people who take one side and then listen to another source and then change sides in a hurry, or the people who pay close attention and follow everything to their limits or finally the people who go on with their lives without any briefings.
I can never argue or judge or take a side or never pay attention to my values and to the woman who entered into my life to be where we stand here today. Denise the world is afraid of what will happen the next day or the following day. But that is the world, even though myself and you live in today’s age of the world, what matters is the memories of what I can recollect. In which 100% I knew for certain that the world was corrupted, at all levels of government and institutions were flawed and unregulated to be deceiving to the public. Some special force saved me, from being a member who chooses the wrong side of the fire and kept me to serve and stay on our course of life. That course of life was certainly staying with you and not choosing any other avenue which was corrupted. That special force was God and you.
Now, we are here today, fast forward where the concern is for the public interests. If the corruption never existed, we would not be in this territory. But, they brought their own agenda to the table. A table is just an object that blocks a chair. But a chair or who the person in charge allows nothing to be block in anyway, as our blocks is visible to the eye and in record.
Love Ryan
XOXO
Denise – August 31, 2018
A bend is like a curve, where you sometimes swerve, their toxic influences may damper your self, but with our trust we dealt, absolute assurance and complete loyalty, succeeding every step to our profound royalty. Words will be spoken, as they are fearful, as they prolong every day to be careful. Blocking the duty so it won’t surpass, but our blocks are our mass. Where you and I both know our love and trust is straight to our hearts. Solid we stand together.
Love Ryan XOXO
Denise – August 27, 2018.
The focus never draws on views regarding my certain issues, but what is in true in fact of the operation of the accountants and authorities have always done, which has contributed to the own faults of denial, misleading and deceptive ways of guidelines. Over 12 years have past, and never a confrontation, but they can challenge me everyday to try and keep quiet. I won’t stay quiet, because I have a voice, and that voice will speak. Why try so hard to disassemble the truth and let so many years go by for? Some may never believe about artificial intelligence, that it is highly impossible to construct a human being that operates within no distinction to the rest of the population. Well I am living proof of true factual information that it exists. Now, the question responds to, why would you use your most powerful capabilities for? For one cause only, to be the biggest economic powerhouse in the world and to make people believe in fundamentals that are not granted to them. Conflict will always exists in humankind, but those who shelter the truth or block justice only understand their disposal of their own guardianship.
Love Ryan XOXO
Denise, August 26, 2018 – Just something I wrote, Love you.
FLOWER DRESSES
Sitting at the kitchen table,
Nothing is on, watching cable,
Every moment I think of you,
Where our hearts are always true.
I think of the younger days,
Those flower dresses in May,
Missing your smile and your walk,
Or your wedding ring of diamond rock.
I recall, thinking of those afternoons,
Listening to Natalie, or the radio tunes,
I will never fade, but always will hold on,
Over 20 years ago, I can recall not so long.
Walking her home with her books,
She was beautiful with her looks,
She would wear the prettiest blouse,
Coming to a stop on the avenue was her house.
In the driveway, sitting on the porch,
My heart burning like an Olympic torch,
Knowing that she is outstanding and the one,
Everyday, we would walk after school having fun.
Our love grows like a pretty single rose,
Yesterday, I miss your tender and soft nose,
Your laughter, brings the best without any lows,
Our children resemble your beautiful pose.
August 24, 2018
Denise,
Reality. To understand, one must envision their own course that will follow our lives. Not by the manipulation that I encompass every single day by the authorities who block out the God’s own freedom to have knowledge of what surrounds the world happenings. Humanity can only have only one purpose, that shall bind through the existence of all humankind. Which is the rule of law, that was written and carefully used for a mandatory criteria of rights and freedoms. Laws can be passed and amended, but never will the lawmakers fully justify and experience their own precedence. For them to abide and abet us to be in seclusion, it’s greats a turmoil only to their clipboard. Where the pages will turn and the more pages will be added. They will disperse their clipboards simply because our pages together are binding and lawful where we hold not only the paper but the record in stone.
August 20, 2018
Denise,
To cultivate there is a process, where one expects a desirable yield to obtain. With our love it is so natural there is a not a process, but a given blessing from which yourself and I understand to the fullest. Everything starts from the root and grows to it’s potential. Our love does not have a starting point but is in complete wholeness wherever our hearts travel. Any person could of came in our lives, but it was solely us that leads to an era where history is achieve. This is not about egotistic behaviour but what is necessary of a duty to follow. So many roadblocks where in our path, but there is only one course we will face. Integrity is not built from your superiors but within one self. Their morals have destroyed every fundamental of a system that was granted by our fellow travellers. Yesterday, was yesterday, but today is today. Only can we surpass if one is given an opportunity. An opportunity where amazement and brilliance is at it’s finest.
Love can be written in any poem or it can be express to satisfy one own behaviour of what their meaning is deeply. But our love is not like a movie where one hopes of a relationship that will last. Because our love is everlasting. Strong and powerful is our hearts which will lead to reach a new meaning in life where it will give our children and others who grow to find their own soul mate.
It is with great virtue, that we lead to surpass, of only trueness of the meaning of our lives, I love you without any badges to wear or any notable regards, as we will boulder and foster our hearts and souls to our children for their generation to follow. We will unite and I promise we will eat popcorn out of the same bag, because it will pop, flowing out of the bag of where all our kernels have always been, which is the same course from it’s always from the original state.
Love your Ryan,
XOXO
August 3, 2018 – Why do they cover up the truth to the people? Why don’t they let me stand? Sure, there could be a past true fact that is happening now, but it’s blown out of proportion for only one reason which is to deceive. Why are they covering up the huge and enormous impact that the world needs to know and will know?
Love Ryan X0X0
Hi Denise, (MAY 18, 2018)
Just thought I would send you a quick letter.
It’s been going on 7 years that I have not seen you or we spent time together.
The memory of us will never fade, as I promise we will unite.
I think instead of writing in rhymes or in a poem, I am going to start to write in a unique way.
I have not figured it out yet, on how to write. But I want to write differently, and I will continue to write.
Our kids must be getting so big, which I do miss dearly. Just to see them smile or laugh, makes the moment of the day so fantastic that lasts for the whole day. Oh by the way, Happy Mothers Day. Thanks for being the greatest wife to me and best mother to our children.
Always listen within yourself and you will be confident and secure.
Your admirer and your one and only,
Ryan
NEWEST POEMS
THE SNOW MELTS
© 2018 RYAN GUILEY
A bond where our hearts unite,
As her eyes radiate so bright,
Waiting for her hand in mine so tight,
Burning to hold her tonight.
Just to see her smile as she talks,
As my heart beats and knocks,
As she approaches with her walk,
I’m breathless with her curly locks.
Denise’s expression lights up my face,
As her lip balm awaits to be taste,
Staring at true beauty standing in place,
As, I approach her leaving the staircase.
Her soul leads to what I want most,
As nothing divides us being so close,
As I know, Denise is the upmost,
As her cheeks turn the colour of rose.
She sparkles like crystal from the glass,
She’s in a league of her own class,
Of perfection, that I would never pass,
To many years gone by in a tearful mass.
The snow melts slowly and drains,
Where my love is through my veins,
Where my blood pumps relieving the pain,
If I could hold her, I would obtain.
The status, that has always existed,
Where our hearts are not twisted,
But meant for one another to be listed,
As we will unite, without being assisted.
ONE WAY TICKET
© RYAN GUILEY
Your picture hangs on the wall,
Seeing you last in Montreal,
Riding the subway at midnight,
Shivering, it’s 30 degrees Fahrenheit.
Trying to get to the ground level street,
Lost without a map or a worksheet,
Finally, getting to the above busy avenue,
Already walking miles in fancy dress shoes.
30 minutes away from the airport,
Without any money, I’m falling short,
Taking the free express being shuttled,
Making sure I get a seat, moving scuttled.
The airplane is ready to head to Ottawa,
In the terminal, I call the in-laws,
Making sure you don’t get on that plane,
As my last chance will be taking the train.
In the morning, a one-way ticket,
As you are near, chirping like a cricket,
On the same train, but different boxcars,
Now, I must think, while I take a pause.
How can I get to business class?
So, I get up running making a dash,
Jumping three boxcars calling out your name,
As they block the door, as I look at the window frame.
The usher tells me to sit back at my seat,
As I tell them, I love you, with my heartbeat,
The train stops in Kingston, Ontario,
Do I get off, what is the best scenario?
I stay on, while it starts moving forward,
As you got off, with their direct orders,
All alone on the westbound to Toronto,
Getting off, while security moved people pronto.
Within hours you had to make a choice,
But you heard me, with my voice,
That, you need to turn back,
So, we can be a family all intact.
On this Christmas Eve in a gloom,
I’m being swept away, like a broom,
How I miss you and being always true,
As you know, how much I will always love you.
WE WILL UNITE
© RYAN GUILEY
I am just trying to survive,
As cars go by Riverside Drive,
Waiting to unite, being a family of five,
Being together, with a feeling of being alive.
With their untruthfulness, deception and lies,
As they block, my reality of the right side,
I will never go on without you, my bride,
As the accountants should be arrested and tried.
I should be informed where everyone is at,
Our children, I should be able to interact,
The authorities are the irresponsible ones,
Causing so much damage, as nothing gets done.
Don’t worry my love, we will unite,
They are the foolish ones without insight,
So much corruption, which is unregulated,
Governance which is just big time overrated.
They make laws, but they have a list in place,
Of the loopholes, even before anyone can face,
Where are the people with integrity and prise?
Too many cheaters, people just don’t realize.
An economic collapse, as this isn’t fake,
Never learning from the past mistakes,
People begin to understand history,
Which is sometimes hidden like a mystery.
The coverups and the deals they write,
With no manners, and never being polite,
I want my family back, without doubles,
As the time will come, bursting the bubble.
FEEL SO RIGHT
© RYAN GUILEY
There’s a woman who sparkles,
As we sit on top of the park hills,
Looking over the skyline of beauty,
As her hair smells like pears that are fruity.
Peaceful as we watch, drinking a glass of wine,
Watching the jet stream make designs,
She stares at me, and smiles so cheerful,
With her, she guards me, making me unfearful.
Not even a second that ever goes by,
That I’m thankful for look in her eyes,
That’s shows how wonderful and sincere,
While I take off my coat due to the cold air.
I wrapped the jacket around her shoulders,
As put my arm around and begin to hold her,
So perfect, she just feels like heaven tonight,
As I gaze in her brown eyes that are so bright.
I am so lucky, as I am on top of the world,
As her hair blows with her dangling curls,
Praying that this night will never end,
My true love who is my best friend.
Denise turns to me being in savour,
While gives me a kiss with plush wine flavour,
Romantic is her lips that feel so right,
As the stars don’t shine like her tonight.
Peacefully, is the air that is so calm,
As I stand up, grabbing her palm,
Opening a jewellery box of a heart locket,
Inside is a picture of us to always docket
THREE TIMES
© RYAN GUILEY
Driving past my old street,
Listening to our song on repeat,
As I turn on the wiper blades,
The rain pours as thunder invades.
The defrost blows out of the air vents,
The town house is a time of precedence,
I flashed my headlights three times fast,
Meaning I love you, which always will last.
Rolling through the stop sign,
The lightening knocks out the power lines,
Completely pitch black as I turn around and about,
Going to the spot where you asked me out.
Dreaming and knowing you were the one,
Meanwhile, my heart just weighs a tonne,
Missing you and have no idea where you are at,
I get out. Getting all wet, while I just sat.
On the park bench looking at the swings,
19 years ago, I gave you a diamond ring,
Recalling the days, I cleaned your jeep tires,
While you read the newspaper ad flyers.
The pain just lingers inside my heart,
Getting back into my car as it won’t start,
I open the hood and check the connection,
Flashing the headlights, three times in your direction.
The car cranks the engine over by roaring,
So, I start dancing alone while it’s pouring
Knowing that your energy gave me a boost,
Our love will never die but will always be introduce.