a fear of commitment
or fear of marriage
exuberant, swinging
and downright unapoligetic
he calls music
the woman he always
In every genre she still wishes
to be pleased
even we you disagree
even when she refuses to inspire
even when others don't hear
what your hearing
a little adive
they right people
to tool that htaang
getting it where
you know it should be
when my mind refuses to
be kind to me
and I don't know my way
it's right and real to me
to find the right things to say
put my name on this one
I'd stand pround to brag on this
that's sweet in the right places
and tart enough to kiss
that's how it should be
we gonna do it how it is
not scared of the rejections
that won't make me mad
Listen to the music
switch up a swing
let the musician be musicians
and let the singers sing
Bésame Mucho
inspirational Gooiness
and
the makings of
Automatic Inflatible LifeJackets
Songs taken Serious
Without my pen, the pain becomes my voice.
The cruelty of others, the hardness of their hearts,
Linger in this place of cult,
Where public shaming is currency.
I scream for help, face to face,
Yet they cast me deeper into despair.
Tears bleed red, patience drains,
My heart trembles, a silent echo in the vast universe.
My eyes never dry, my body weakens,
Heart torn apart, full of anguish,
Yet no one feels the depth within;
They mistrust the plea for help.
This is my story, my life—
Manipulated by whispers,
By cults hiding in plain sight.
Insecurity among them breeds cruelty.
They lurk at corners, ready to strike.
I called for help. He laughed: "You're funny."
How can real danger ever sound like a joke?
This is the world's cruel reality:
Where chasing money and shifting blame
Leave no space for help.
And still—I believe, somewhere, somehow,
kindness awaits—
like a single candle glimmering
in the heart of the void.
We smile the most, but
they are the happiest.
And we look the best, but
they are the prettiest.
And we talk the most, but
they are the only ones having a conversation.
All is a lie,
what appears in the eye
does not match the true value.
We see dye, and continue painting.
Escaping, haiting, fading.
Thats what you are supposed to do.
With brushes.
Brushes they gave us.
Brushes that won’t leave us.
Brushes we didn’t ask for.
But got and kept.
They see the motive of the snake
the consequence.
They see beyond appearence,
where we fear interference.
The ad said naked, cold, and shriveling
So why are they clean, warm, and dazzling?
They see dye, and wash it off,
they use the toothbrush to wash the dishes.
They are clean, and
we are dirty.
We have the power, but
they have the muscles.
We did it right.
The juicy taste of red apple is a source of happiness, right?
We take a bite, and feel good
so we eat them all, so we eat ourselves.
But it looks good, so it’s right,
It doesn’t taste good, but it’s right,
WE, feel good right?
Right.
Right, right, right.
How dare you spit upon his garb!
This peaceful bredda who by nature only loves,
When you should have been his Rasta queen
Your ghastly behaviour drew a scene
And I- woman just like you
Hang my head in shame
As you defile our name.
Selassie-I know seh di Rasta man took a deep breath
To honour his philosophy,
But like a lamb to the slaughter,
he was reduced
In front of the whole community.
He sought calm in his Rasta chant
Swallowed his pride,
Turned the next cheek, and with human dignity.
Yet that pouncing Jezebel
Delilah,
Demon picknie,
Shameless femininity
Minimized her king,
Cared nothing that he is masculine.
She is no empress
and certainly not a Ital-dawtah!
She mocked and cursed him
Bullied him and sullied his character.
Vilified him as the on-lookers magnified
Scorned, mistreated and humiliated.
But when upon each other their backs were turned
The fury in the lion roared
And in that moment, he went against his Rasta chant
And knocked her out flat on her face.
I won’t apologize for feeling appeased
For you are a disgrace to the female race!
DYNAMICS
a
rapid
change
an energetic
challenge
fully developed
an ntense
arrival
to
exhustive
analysis
&
authenticity
a quality
attribution
so carefully
positioned
with
edges
&angles
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Which key should I put this song in?
I sing in G Ionian/major comfortably,
Likewise the relative E Aeolian/minor scale.
Plus those guitar chords are easy as sin.
I could choose a scale that’s more exotic -
D Mixolydian has the same notes and chords.
Hungarian or Roumanian minor, Spanish Gypsy.
Or another scale derived from minor harmonic.
Keep it simple – let’s start with the G Major scale.
Should I do a basic 1-4-5 with major G/C/D chords?
Or a jazzy 2-5-1 with A minor/D/G ending on the tonic?
Let’s do a bluesy 1-4-5 with a turn-around at the tail!
Just major and minor triad chords are boring.
Major, minor, and dominant sevenths can be cool;
But I’m rather partial to suspended seconds and fourths.
My sliding E diminished flat 7th will keep the fans from snoring!
What can I do to add even more pizzazz and glitz?
Slowly build the dynamic and rhythmic complexity.
Give the crowd a tribal chorus they can sing to.
Add a spanking hot hook throughout that never quits!
Dynamics
I could not stop the wild feelings of love that mixed with truth and healing.
How can we smother the quickening of the heart, when faced with someone stored in the dark.
Push down deep to try and forgo and make it not so noticeable.
Like a weight of tons upon the chest, how one feels and must forget.
Minutes to months of days till years, morning to night as sun kisses moon tears.
Denied existence the power surges, more you pushed the more I served.
Dynamics of difficulty per self-endeavor, left small hope of a life of knowing together.
Gone but not forgotten the friend to foe.
Life lessons learned and forced to grow..L.
quixotic quasars
quintillion quarks quirkiness
quantum quintessence
Sue
soulful
spirited
a go-getter
raising her children the best that she can
Mae
angry
often down
tired a lot
her child finds his own food at young age
Lynn
watcher
tries to help
cannot take sides
as their mother she is in a pickle
Bill
often
intervenes
this is okay
because Sue and Mae are both Daddy’s girls
NEW AGE DYNAMICS 7
New ways for new ideas
Emerging and emergent
Upon these lovely shores
Everywhere with abundance
Where the question is
The answer in a cocoon
In-sync with possibility
And no one is left behind
In the grand scheme of things
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
03 October 2019
Singapore
NEW AGE DYNAMICS 6
New even as change
Reveals a heaven-on-earth
That tells a story
Where each soul lives
And breathes a sublime truth
As beauty encompasses
A brave new world
With distinct possibilities
And miraculous frontiers
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
03 October 2019
Singapore
NEW AGE DYNAMICS 5
New aspirations fund
The way of love truly
Beyond superficial noise
As face to face
We meet and greet
Our destiny as one humanity
With touching devotion
To that first-cause:
Love that honours love
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
03 October 2019
Singapore
NEW AGE DYNAMICS 4
New dreams encircle
Beyond borders and fringes
As humankind configures
A sense of crisp oneness
Of common purpose
Not enslaved by skin colour
Or vain arrogance
Where dignity and compassion
Bloom with grace and light
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
03 October 2019
Singapore
NEW AGE DYNAMICS 3
New transactions
Sanguine and pragmatic
To void obsolete patterns
And old devious habits
To create anew
In spirit and in truth
The way of co-existence
Beyond merely hearsay
To a creative renaissance
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
03 October 2019
Singapore
NEW AGE DYNAMICS 2
New possibilities call
To brave old souls
To unhinge odd madness
Forge time and space
With good intentions
Surge ahead briskly
With bold visions
As firm attention
Empowers stern action
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
03 October 2019
Singapore
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