Hate Day Poems

The name Scot denoting a man, combined with terra.
Translated; Scotland.! a masculine descriptive will it be
Banned.? By the idiocracy; with a non-descriptive..?
Dystopian' most bland..The most...

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Listen intently..' peace.)
Munitions roar' the worlds mouth!
Utter death! and denial.'

Much life is lost, too bad.!
How do we count? In evil score?
Let us wipe the slates...

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Bedsit 
Sit beside your bed 
And wallow there please 
The world doesn't want to see you today 
Even you don't want to see you today...

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I have been forced,
to love people I hate.
I wish I had,
only loving people around me.
My ego has been cut,
cut with a very sharp knife many...

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Journey Journal Page
ON A BAD DAY
By Leon Enriquez


To know the way
True purpose seek
As truth now plays
When vision peaks


Pique your own think
In fruitage ripe
The right verge...

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One day to Surrender
Heaven’s Kingdom for all to enter
Heart and Soul
Dismissal from Hate
Life’s wonders to appreciate
The time will come
Judgement all will succumb
A Spiritual voice will...

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opt for dear, in mists of love immersion ~
to transcend both desire and aversion...

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They said that you are blind,
Yet I can see you with my mind,
 The piecing through my spine,
To me you are but tote sacrifice,
A jar...

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Pleasant spring like day February 9th, 2024

A scent (and sixth sense predominates),
when apple boughs
and other aromatic flora
laden with blossoms and fruit
gently assail cilia of the...

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Let's start out with my nightmares,  I used to have them revolving around jack 
a lanterns that got so horrific, for numerous years I...

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Written 30 December 2023


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Have you ever let your mind sit under a cherry blossom tree
The poetic renewal massages the stress away the same way as the beach waves
Copy...

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Sorrow goes away as joy comes in 
Pain leaves and healing stays
Ugly isn’t what beautiful is 
Sadness will soon be happiness 
Experiences become distant memories...

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He layed me on the snow. My backside was freezing, the hard chunks of snow overwhelming my body like prickling needles. He pulled my pants...

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Within my rockers,
That does rattle and battle off the horror towards the opposites of the beauties of life, that crosses the feat over standing well...

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