The polarity tree..
Another label and story
But what is there without
Labels and stories..
It is a pine tree with
Nothing atop and a
Wide flaring skirt below..
Nothing and everything..
Sameness up and down:
Nothing appears as
The branches and needles..
Enter the characters the
Individual needles
Multiplicities increasing
As Nothing seems to recede..
Yet Nothing does not recede
Only the needles seem to move
And live and die..
Sparseness and denseness
Higher and lower
That's a continuing story...
Clouds can paint a picture
of dragons or Uncle Noah’s boat
changing as fast as times tick
Up above, the blue expands
where fantasy meets our spirits
endearments to calm the soul
inside the denseness of the cloud
particles gather and unite
build the walls of their house
Home to storms and rainbows
we gather beneath the sight
in awe or oblivion’s cloud
In a tug a war with suns mirth
they play or quickly hide
as mist or swimming in the sea
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In a wooded area
runs a path seldom trod
it forks off then divides
one leads to the river bank
where beavers built a bridge
of logs, mud and stone
the water just trickles
at one end while holding
back the river water
the other leads deep into
a dense evergreen forest
filled with tiger lilies, ferns
thistles and green moss
the denseness can confuse
you can lose direction easily
if not familiar you can
become lost in the thick
undergrowth of the forest
so you had to pick your
path wisely and know your way
or get lost and wonder half the
day finding your way out
like the forest we have to see
a clear path in life and do our best
not to get lost in everyday things.
I don't praise fools,
I'm not that kinda man
Those who bend the rules,
I don't shake their hand
I try to always follow,
adhere to the Golden rule
What I don't want done to me,
I shouldn't do it to you
But a fool is gonna try you,
to see just how far he can go
Try to play on your intelligence,
so you gotta let a fool know
I don't despise idiots,
they tend to only hurt themselves
They're a harmless nuisance,
whose denseness don't affect anyone else
But a fool is a dangerous thing,
especially a fool full grown
Mischievous little buggers,
always in to doing something wrong
You can't talk to a fool,
you can't reason with his mind
A fool loves foolishness,
every day all the time
But a fool is a fool,
especially a fool full grown
Irksome little buggers,
they just love being wrong
Praise not a fool,
instead cover him in shame
Dismiss him with no regard,
blot out his oft cursed name
Sense this feeling heavy and deep;
Light feels blurry etching fatigue;
Each stride now brings a drowsy sleep;
Each step weary voicing a leak;
Promptly slowing, yielding to rest;
Yes body droops finding a space.
Denseness growing a falling guest;
Reaching to scoop lull that must trace;
Enter a place that conjures stuff;
Align with matters enlisting ease;
Mind beyond space restores enough;
Yes purge chatter in healing peace.
Merge into naught now beyond daze;
Expand plain thought graced within maze.
Leon Enriquez
26 July 2014
Singapore
You lurk on the heel's of day's end;
arrive in intermittent degrees while
light is encompassed to slumber,
then you hover
with a subtle ominous gloom.
Alliance with the moonlit landscape
enhances the ambience of darkness.
Distant shadows
beckon curious ones
as the still, silent breeze
cools and calms partakers
of the evening.
You are the night
in all it's splendor:
twinkling stars, sushi bars
neon-lit places, smiling faces
howling wonders, pursuits to ponder
owls to hoot, jazz horns to toot
at weekend fests with
musicians at their best
as dusk blankets
the sky gently
exuding an essence
of atmospheric harmony
and spirited camaraderie
in the lingering denseness
of the night.
As night descends, casting darkness
all is silent and so very still
waiting, listening, and breathless
Into the dark of nights coldness
do you feel it, that stone cold chill
as night descends, casting darkness
The cold seeping chilling denseness
it seems to invade , to instill
waiting, listening, and breathless
Something stirring in the blackness
the noises now loud and so shrill
as night descends, casting darkness
Death shows his face full of graveness
in the dark stands waiting to kill
waiting, listening and breathless
Now life seeps away, its painless
just a gasp then it flees noiseless
as night descends, casting darkness
waiting, listening and breathless
Out of the darkness of
absence came shadows
of never, and the heart
became silent to walk
that void forever.
The denseness of my
emptiness chokes my
very soul. The scent
of love has departed,
leaving a gaping hole.
They say that time is
a healer, but memories
linger so. And the heart
it carries the hurt, the
hurt of letting go.
Witches and goblins are out tonight
with pumpkin smiles and eerie screams.
The cold moon radiates its bright light
to cast shadows of childhood dreams.
Flying bats target black cats
hiding from the witch’s broom.
In dark streets cats chase big rats
scampering near Dracula’s tomb.
Graveyards harbor the scary ghost
lurking among the stones and trees.
Old run-down houses they like to host
with moans and groans to tease.
Werewolves lurk in darkest of night
dwelling in the denseness of wood.
Hoping to find someone to bite
and to eliminate the good.
A cold wind blows the fallen leaves
swirling them in the yard.
A child is one who believes
skeletons on the porch stand guard.
Copyright © 2006 by Caryl S. Muzzey
There is a rumbling and a rustling
Tummults are swelling
There is a stench of it coming from the ground
Beneath it is smoldering and bubbling and gurgling.
There is a change coming
Not sure what it entails
I hear many things from many peoples
No one is certain, yet certain it is not good.
Earthquakes, Storms, Atrocities, profanities
Innocent loss, insecurities increase,
Looking for hope, watching for magic
Believing in what seems to be good
Deluded by what we hear thinking the answer is near
Sinking deeper, falling short,
Clouds are coming nearer,
Denseness penetrates our hearts
Listen to the sound of it, read between the lines of it.
Prepare, be aware, keeping a close eye
.