Just like the plants,
I like to dance in the rain,
The Xperience won't stain,
It helps heal the pain,
You can just feel the gain,
As it drains down your skin,
Tickling, Trickling its way in,
A saturation infatuation,
I love my relation to it all,
Small drops stop me in my tracks,
I snack on what's to come,
Some more keeps falling to the floor,
I'm soaked to the core,
It's pouring love from above,
All of the plants are singing,
It's brining in abundance,
A fun dance hides in the leaves,
Leaving treasures for entities,
To small for us to see,
Feeding all things above the sea,
Meeting the needs of all beings,
So if you're seeing the rain,
Remain aware of what's truly there,
Share in its abundance,
Do a fun dance,
Regain the chance,
To Xperience the effects,
Of one of natures best aspect.
Beauty in the eye of the beholder
Rare trees and abandoned homes
Where doors are full of bullet holes
And the wicked sun tries to dye the paint
On the walls that smell like a salty water
Of the place where mermaids sang to Ulysses.
Beauty in the eye of the beholder
Traffic jams
giant malls
toxic environment
Everyone is in a hurry
Even the guys filling the air with Hari Rama
Brining hope for no one
And money for beneficiaries.
Beauty in the eye of the beholder
I escaped to the peaceful land
It keeps me rested and maybe a bit bored
So I take a train to a bigger city when needed.
I am still learning how to love all the places
Find a light in the darkness
And the Golden Ratio in the chaos.
Beauty in the eye of the beholder
And I am trying to be the one.
11/06/2022
He has the heart of a stoner and the brain of a book,
He's always searching but never knowing where to look,
He looks into fire with a gleam in his eyes,
He reaches a hand to touch it and when it burned he dares be surprised,
He's searching for happiness he said looking at the sun,
But he learnt his lesson last time that playing with fire isn't fun,
With bright twinkling eyes he counts the stars,
Saying he'll be done soon! and lets time pass,
When the sun goes down he looks up at the stars and counts,
Their twinkle brining joy to the sky making it look like there's endless amounts,
But he'll be done soon! he promised, just a few more to go!
But that night he looks up as he has done so,
He sees no joy to the blanket of dark,
But rather a space void of any light,
How he wished he hadn't counted up the stars,
And by doing so letting time pass.
3.5 to 7 billion, that's a lot to say
That's how many trees are cut down every year
100 million a year, that's the number to fear
The ocean becoming a smaller place
Sea animals taking their last grace
3 billion a day, land animals not winning their race
In total 150 billion, wow humans are such disgrace
People talking about brining the climate down every year around
But, then complain they are being bound but it is really the endless fears being found
Mother Nature is crowned as the cruelest thing
When in reality that is our own doing
Nobody is perfect, that's not what we should be pursuing
But take a moment to think, instead of trying to undue the brewing of manhood's cruelty
Understand that there is so much more when you look at that's tree's beauty
Or when you smile at the reflection of the blue sea
Cause in the end it looks pretty, but how long until you see societies undoing
Translucent wings, reflecting the water droplets they ride on
as they fall from the clouds. A halo of pixie dust caresses
their faces. Falling onto leaves and blooming flowers, they
land lightly, quietly, brining Mother Nature's glory in their
satchel of bliss. The faeries dance as they emerge from
watery homes, reflecting light off their translucent wings.
At 12:00 it struck, brining in the New Year
With so many people it was a fear
With no masks on at all
The mayor made a quick call
To cancel this year, until next year
The clarion call, are coming down the stairs.
Holding specters and beholding stares
to the spooky sisters,
They are the only heirs
The spooky sisters of the square tables
In showing love the aren't able
With dice and cards they gamble
Beware of them is no fable
To behold what graceful image they carry
Even in their deepest rage
Elegance and pride is their only carriage
No matter the time, year or age
Brining an end to the spooky tales
They demand fate and praise
They deserve glory
whatever they've done
They are never sorry.
Sometimes I can be really insistent: standing on one leg, brining my hands in prayer, dressed only in the four sides of the world, I remained silent and a nutmeg was my only food. Centuries passed, the lake on which I stood went dry and filled up with water again, ants erected an anthill around me but I kept staying focused, thinking of him. That’s how I gained his blessing. One fine morning, tired, anthropomorphic, he finally showed up and asked me:
why did you call me poet
what is you desire
and I said I want nothing
Love and light comes from within
Fortify those qualities and begin
To send it out across the world like waves of empathy
And resonate flows of frequencies
That fly around brining about synchronicities
That if released and followed can set the whole world free
And as one in combined unity
Running wild with such belief
That leads to change, which starts with you and me
And can bring about a shift to save humanity.
(6)
With empirical eyes
I spied my demise
All bludgeoned and bloody was I
As if from a dream
Demons in eye
Came to claim my remains
My soul came willing
My soul came quick
Imprisoned by chains
My body was sick
From years of good living
I puked like a brick
They dragged me along
And tortured me for days on end
The pain insurmountable
I wished it to end
My soul lived on
My soul eternal
They cut my skin
With scalpel like knives
Broke my legs
But I had no bones
They plucked out my eyes
But I had none
Then I saw the face
That took me captive
With what looked like my family
My love
I had wings again
I could fly and I went
From that place up into the sky
An then did I realize
That pain was the torture
Of brining me to freedom
My face on the ground,
My lungs are bleeding,
Faster and faster
My hearts pleading.
What is this being?
And what is it seeking?
I cant find a door,
Or an out that im needing.
So far ahead but my time is receding..
Lonely and broken,
Hiding and numb.
This deamon. THIS DEAMON!
Why have you come?
Grey eyes catch a glimps
Of his pulsing red light..
Kill me JUST KILL ME!!
Please do it tonight.
Im over these shadows
That keep me from rest.
I swear you can take it;
My dieing last breath.
He laughed and he laughed,
And he tore at his sides..
He screamed, "I AM YOU"!
You're lost in your mind!
A look at that face,
And I knew he was right.
Fighting myself,
Everyday, everynight.
"I see him" i say,
"I know you are there!"
But no one believes me.
Know one here cares.
Two in my mind,
We live and he'll stay.
Instanity peaking
Brining darkness to day.
Help doesnt exist
In the mind of your own,
It started as one,
But 2 always go home.
THE FOUR SEASONS
Spring is the season that many love best
Of things to come and thoughts of the worst gone
With many an old favourite plant reappearing now
And a great deal to ponder over and to select, perhaps to buy
A new freshness in the air for all to feel and enjoy
Summer we find the heat that’s graved by all
Delicious smells of the wood smoke of the barbeque
Competes with the fragrance of the most beautiful flowers
Colours so varied in the garden, flags, awning’s and chairs
What such a delight to sight and senses we have
In autumn the colour palate changes again
To gold, red and brown and the many stages in between
A delight to the artistic eye, along with beautiful a sky
Evenings grow cooler and we wish they would not
And though we know it’s about to change we would rather it not
Winter comes in with quite a shock, rain and wind and many a gale
It grows so much colder, so snuggle around the fire under the comfy blanket
Roasting ourselves and toasting the crumpets for our tea
But the one bright and happy thing in this season is Christmas
Brining many a dreamy smile and happy laugh in this blustery time of year
7-4-2016
Love lives lovely lines loitering here
Be beyond briefly brining beer
Style smiles softly spreading steer
Choose calm cheer charming change
Rich rapture reaps range
Succinct sees strange
Live life loud
Choice clouds
Proud
Leon Enriquez
09 March 2016
Singapore
The river, the giver of life
The river, the giver of time as we know it
Volumes of history on my shelves
Offer dark pictures
when one delves
into the records of the past
So I'll watch, the river, the giver
as it brings
life to us all
The river, the giver
brining home peace
The river, the giver
as it flows past our home
the river , the giver
make it your own
Broken Dolls
Broken dolls destined to walk alone
A journey under the loveless moon
His sinister intention is to shine too bright
Blinding broken dolls by his light
Dreadfully alone wondering the night
Broken dolls from broken homes
Build broken homes of their own
Homes brining in the rays of loveless light
Revealing the pieces of their broken hearts
Fated to break loved ones hearts along the way
New broken dolls introduced to the lonely night
Broken toys for broken boys
Brings broken dreams void of joy
Broken dolls dreaming with fractured minds
Realities scars, damaged beyond repair
Within his mind he can only see the place
Where sinister moons light voided space
Broken dolls hidden in the trash
Away from loveless rays on loveless nights
The sinister moon and his lonely trails
Finally freed from the loveless grasp
But not before leaving tear stained paths
So all the dolls you broke can find the trash
Broken dolls are meant to walk alone
No more broken children left at home
The loveless nights, the sinister moon
Guaranteeing we will break real soon
Within the sunlight’s hopeful mist
Broken dolls will not be missed
By: Tim Lundmark
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