Leon Enriquez Poet Couplet

Deeply Troubled

Note good and strange that tell so much,
Fake moods dot range as sly plots touch.


You wear a smile and stab my back,
Yet now I style kind words of slack.


I know your kind of crafty craft,
You think I'm blind with that cold draft.


You plot to kill my will most plain,
You seem to thrill with your fake gains.


I try my best to tell you now,
That your grand quest will bleed somehow.


You play a game that fear parades,
I know the same as faith moves trade.


All circles meet no matter then,
Bitter gall greets your very trends.


No malice here in good intent,
Your vile now steers loss in content.


I feel so sad to see such acts,
You seem so glad with mad, vile tact.


Deeply you fear the loss of face,
Yet it's most clear you taint good grace.


Fear breeds disease as time goes by,
Spoils that you lease bind karmic ties.


The day will come when pain curls back,
Huge compound sums will bind your slack.


So wise up friend and do things right,
Around the bend comes the dark night.





Leon Enriquez
07 February 2017
Singapore

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