Quicksand caught generation epoch,
restless whirring of a drill in the dust.
Zenith of color shifts saturation to none,
black and white film on video cassette.
Ensnared in a cage lowering to molten,
hourglass is losing sand to run dry.
Eyes fixate to the sunny horizon,
flicker dims as monsters crawl,
from beneath beds, closets,
bathroom stalls.
Those noises,
creaks in the floor,
are very real.
Ignore them,
rummy for thy belly to fill.
At the space between stars
I saw you, glowing fingers
a dark drill in and out; I saw
you— like dust that follows
from planets' clouds.
I saw you— within a strewn coma;
eyes still clear from the
comet— that did not move the petals
framing your glance.
There I saw you— orbit slowing,
star-crossed; but tune
still in unknown radio waves.
You must happen—
to crack the cocoon, for
it melts the butterfly within.
Poisoned rivers,
Fishless streams,
Is this really the fruition?
Of all our dreams?
They drill in our oceans,
Just for our locomotion,
To enable the money grabbers,
To gratify their own needs.
They cut down our forests,
And say it’s for all of us,
Leaving our children without any leaves,
Is it possible since our birth?
We’ve been wiping the smile,
From the face of the earth?
the good days
i get home from school
the smell of garlic on the stove
the sweet scent of cobbler in the oven
the sound of the tv booming
an action movie plays of on the screen
the bad days
the smell of liquor overwhelms me
the vague sound of a drill in the garage
the stronger the smell the more insults are thrown at me
the drill stops and the gunshots begin
will the highs and lows ever stop
the good days are good but the bad just hurt
but now the bad is just a day
We all went to Swansea
To see the University
We had a nice lunch by the sea
In a place called Langland Brasserie
And later that same afternoon
We got back to our hotel room
I settled down for a nice kip
While the girls enjoyed a poolside dip
I was having such a lovely sleep
Till sirens ripped me from the deep
Those intermittent bells so shrill
Another bloody fire drill
With bleary eyes and fuzzy brain
Got to my feet and took the strain
And feeling every aching joint
I headed to the meeting point
Not being such a sprightly fella
I filled up with a pint of Stella
For a trigger happy fire alarm
Can sap your strength and do you harm.
I took the lift back to our floor
Got to our room and locked the door,
And saw, through all these fun and games
That Notre Dame was up in flames
Justify the beat
Tall tower
Tellen' em
Dialogue shadows
Systemic analogue
Named them soon
Drill in the ear
Wondrous circular emphasis
Imaginative Mercedes
Drive to heaven, circle the eagle
Jar a jar a jar jar, you'll see.
The insatiable greed of man
is draining the earth,
bleeding it dry
Ain't no climate change
is the reason given why
Corrupt men of science selling out,
giving out bogus data
to support the claims of their business patrons
Rich greedy dogs
who never get enough
They love to drink your milkshake,
they love to drink it all up
Were granted permission to drill in
environmentally protected land
Fracking up the ground,
searching for the mother lode
Gas pipelines snaking across the terrain,
to the slithering cash register sound
All that glitters ain't really gold;
Profits are imperative, curse the cost of the pain
Filthy lucre dogs
who never get enough
They love to drink your milkshake,
they love to drink it all up
They love getting and getting
and getting more ...
greedy dogs that ain't never gonna stop
They gonna drink all the juice in the ecology can,
drink it all up ... down to the last drop
Precious the grace of cheer that floods,
Oblige fond feel of happy daze;
Ink writes verse trace in surge of blood,
Glimpse thoughts that drill in void and maze;
Notice the spark the lights the dark,
Attend to spheres of gratitude;
Note how time marks the streaming quarks,
Taste deep down here fine attitude.
Being knows quest of purpose sound,
Reach with soul style the precious poise;
Engage bold fest on sacred grounds,
Emerge with smiles that follow voice;
Zest and zeal know a life of peace
Etch then a glow with blissful ease.
Leon Enriquez
10 June 2016
Singapore
Poisoned rivers,
Fishless streams,
Is this the fruition of all our dreams?
They drill in our oceans,
Just for our locomotion,
To enable the money-grabbers,
To gratify their own needs.
They cut down our forests,
Saying it’s just to please,
Leaving our children without any leaves.
Is it possible that ever since our birth?
They’ve been wiping the smile,
From the face of the earth?
Poisoned rivers,
Fishless streams,
Is this the fruition of all our dreams?
They drill in our oceans
Just for locomotion
And enable the money-grabbers
To pander their own needs.
They cut down our forests seemingly with ease
And they say it’s for the good of all of us,
But it leaves our children without any leaves.
Is it possible that ever since my birth?
We’ve been wiping the smile,
From the face of the earth?
I had a life
every door I opened
I found something great
a rubber-ball ,box of crayons
a fire truck,
and a dollhouse, I had to duck
I guess that's my luck
I found a skating board, a hotplate
a few now & laters I hadn't ate
it's not gold
that shines
it doesn't have much value
but every door is always great ,when I'm getting what I like
when I'm not
it's always great
I decided to share this with a friend
my friend, to the end
this is what I have
a goal
an unfinished plan
a Barbie with no a ken, for a man
so if everything's great
why are you up so late
because I have to dig deeper
“I've been having good luck”
I tried to drill in her
so why haven't you settled
because, it was only silver!!!
Hate
Is but a bully picking in a little kid
The horrid odor of garbage and death
Noise of a drill in the street or a drunken man cussing
You may say you hate something but to hate makes you Despicable
Drill in me the essence of your soul
inscribe in me indelible your breath and presence
so that I will no longer breathe in another for completeness and stillness….
Trying to walk this christian path gets harder by the day.
Sometimes I want to throw my hands up and scream out loudly-No Way!
I know it's wrong to feel this way but yet it is a fact.
When I look at other's it all seems like an act.
Why I keep asking myself do saints fuss and fight.
They they turn and drill in you to do the things that right.
I see them stabbing each other in the back and they know that this is wrong.
Then they stand before you and try to bring you before the throne.
My heart is aching on this day because of things I've heard.
I'm trying so hard to shake things off but yet within I'm scared.
"If the righteous scarcely make it in" this road seems oh so tight.
I just pray and ask for strength so I will not lose this fight.
They've made their move on
...the last frontier,
too finally drill in the upper tier
put in place is a pawn to cast
endear the voters quick and fast...
Those carpetbaggin' robberbarons,
landgrabbin' venture darin'
big profits they'll be sharin'
nothing else matters to them uncarin'....
One step away from the presidency
if so happens unfortunately,
are we really ready for this relief
our possible future executive chief...
Carpetbaggin' robberbarons
special interest corporate blarin'
northern alaska they'll be tearin'
....the last frontier...
it was due to happen sometime.....
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