Have so much going on at this time.
So I escape to a rhyme
Going back to school
Kinda cool
Trying to expand my mind
New things I hope to find
Knowledge for the taking
A future in the making
Have some fear
Old age is near
Never to old
I'm told
But still this is what I want
Wishing I would of comes back to haunt
Before it is to late
I must make my own fate
So I'll do my best
Time will take care of the rest
Theology ,apologetics taking it all the way
Take it day by day
Find my own answers to the why
But I know...I only fail if I don't try
I
Do we tire of thanking & gratefulness
I rush about, busy growing stress
Refocus eyes upon the Cross, Jesus
I cannot pray unless I fully CONfess
II
A life, assume it's based on a lie
What matters but I'm happier, fire
Of Love, sacrifice, kindle and light
Up my children's faces, of my wife?
III
Apologetics poses: Jesus is liar, lunatic
Or the real ENCHILADA. Zero untruth
In one who never sinned on OUR earth
EASTER proves He left the tomb, defeated death
Thank You for a taste of soul success, fearlessness
C-lassroom teacher likes
L-ecturing on many topics;
A-iming though to tackle one
R-egarding apologetics.
I-n the classrom teacher's mind,
S-ubject just flows freely;
S-eventh of February Wednesday,
A-ll queries are answered wisely.
G-ospel listeners are taught
U-nder the words of the Maker;
R-ight from the planned lessons
O-f the classroom teacher.
Spirit moves all
Heed then love's call
Love what you do
It's up to you
Do what you love
Prize grace above
All in good time
Each path meets chimes
Wear a fond face
Live well your space
Live good heart fine
Make beauty shine
Joy comes to heal
As cheer funds thrill
Glimpse your fond dreams
Watch happy stream
Leon Enriquez
16 August 2017
Singapore
Don't go Shane, we imagined her tiny kitty saying....
As she clung unto the blanket upon my way, another day
Nineteen sixty-five, standing aside this sea Santa Cruz his child
Even then it seemed merely a dream these, vast rolling emerald waves
Baby never knew their rules; in time, hung down with the freaks and ghouls ?
Trying to paint something of today; portray, words that they wish myself somehow
Swift her brush colours mixed as apologetics acrylic crude; monomania's, stemware stigma.
I do not know if it is Bra Man
Or Black Lightening
Missing from the curriculum
Or it is that we do not teach about ourselves
Beyond the superficiality of their apologetics
Twisting identities out of shape,
But I cannot find you in dream nor landscape
And we are so young.
We are too young to forget so many things new already
Unless we prioritize
For when the wound is heal the scab must go
And I must see my flesh beautiful with hair again
I must see you growing in our rain.
For you were a tree
That did not just take root and leach us dry
You returned mulch again and again
And gave this culture
The most denied part of it
Exposure to me look me in the eyes
And left me owning with mild surprise.
Brother man, let me tell you
That was black lightning in the heart
White darkness fled.
ii
He too knew it before
What I tell you
This is language you may dance
You may write and carve
But it is not to talk
For talking sake.
This language is the repository of culture ...
He went inside searching bare cupboards
And came out laughing with surfeit
We have a collective memory still
Encoded in the body's text
Beyond the bland spate of tatoos
And meaningless calligraphy of the skin
We in ourselves carry that history
Inscribed in cloth and song
Uncontested as some commune
In their apologetics for wrong.
We carved wood to ensure
Distinctions as atoms make
When neutrons define in every lake
Of visions shifting dunes, a set record
No fire could burn, and time could not erase
By the substitute and strategy of the tongue
Your Alzheimer was your private burden
I always knew who you were
And even clearer, who I am.
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