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exaggeration
perfection
admired
discussion
dissolved
explanation
explicit
forgotten
neglected
newly
founded
clarity
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THE COLD EMBRACE OF DEATH
For some, an imminent death is quite OK
Especially if by then, they’ve had their day
It’s that or continued chronic pain, anyway
But the decision should only ever be theirs
Not even by someone close who still cares
No arbitrary ruling like in Science Fiction
Yet it should be painless, at a time to suit
No waving back the tide like King Canute
Just hope that the nurse in charge is cute
There are those who in principle, object
But a final choice as one’s own is correct
Laid out clearly and never a contradiction
It may be sad, but suffering will be worse
The funeral plan may not require a hearse
But anothers’ dalliance can be like a curse
Some believe a better time awaits beyond
Meeting old loves of whom they are fond
It is best, if the future matches prediction
He doesn’t launch Satellite
Who had not seen the light,
Fears nursed about not-warned fight,
Shows of military might…
Yet, scouts for news from regions,
Launchers won’t mind from Legions;
Granted Data Collector
But it does count: Director:
To nations innards Surgeon
Wherever men live or sojourn…
Perhaps, in principle right,
Still in reality not white:
One is proven the nosy,
In life things are not rosy
Or else the Trouble Maker,
In peace meetings a Faker!
The paper in essence
it's white and so
desires stay...
but life
cannot stay i
White...
life is similar to
justice: must
be provoked...
life in principle
summarizes:
white paper that needs
to be filled...
life is a book
that we write
every day...
The longer we live,
The most we fulfill
the role of life...
and she thanks for
live, for being
lived...!
Life is unpredictable, we know this fact in principle, as no-one is invincible; but life can be so hard.
So, we start, to try to write our narrative, each verse we search for positives, consider new alternatives, we keep alert; on guard.
But storms come with aggression, send us into new dimensions, some say trials are meant to strengthen, then they pass.
I’ve seen trauma come and go, more than anybody knows, and hurt can follow like a shadow whilst it lasts.
Some rub salt into a wound, whilst others help to get you through, and when the skies return to blue, new hope is born.
One day we will beat Storm Corona, and destroy its cruel persona, we’ll unite in strength together, and embrace a whole new norm.
I have also produced this in spoken word form, which you can watch and listen to at the below link:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wzdxqi6gKOo&feature=youtu.be
17.08.2020
FRAGMENTS 5
Assorted fragments tossing
In the wind-blown gravity
Of being and becoming
Not yet adulterated by time
And mellow beyond space
Yet all-abiding in principle
Where each iota of blood
Gushes in tandem even prompts
Simple harmonic motion hence
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
04 October 2019
Singapore
Trouble free philosophy
Demands you live and let live
If bountiful benefits should come from life’s biography and geography
Which in principle asserts you give
As much freedom
As exigencies require for others
To enjoy maximum peace of mind in the kingdom
Where in harmony they live as sisters and brothers
United by a common humankind destiny
Which guarantees love and peace to all
Without your intrusive scrutiny
In which your associates and acquaintances can’t play ball
Because your accursed curiosity slays the fun
They enjoy
Rather than the boisterous bun
Your lifestyle metamorphoses into the toy
They’d rather do without
In circumstances where their sanity
Excludes the doubt
You germinate alongside the vile vanity you expand into insane inanity.
The Birth of life
I was born by a woman, this because I`m human
and not a horse, my mother had many faults as a housewife
but she instilled in our honesty and forthrightness
and not stay silent if you have an opinion that is not what
everybody else believes, and I have followed her rules.
I happen to think that abortion is in principle a crime against
nature to end a pregnancy for any reason that is not medical.
I`m the lucky one we lived in poverty yet my mother gave me life.
When pre-born my soul had lived aeons of time and
seen how countries had withered and taken over
because people lived in luxury where wine, sex and lust was
more important than giving life
nations who had forgotten their future and imported
children from afar lands which altered a culture
and replaced it with chaos and failure.
The slave is stronger than the master.
Now it is happening again; women have been lured into
thinking that they are not equal to a man if they
bear children, which is the highest anyone can reach.
Women are our future let us not forget this simple truth.
Rich in principle, but not in spirit
The money flows so rapidly, similar to the tears
Happiness can not be bought
Every cent holds an ounce of sentiment
Spending feelings and counting emotions
Hurt heart with full pockets
Unbalanced mind, sees no profit in unhappy work
How can the rich feel so poor?
It is dangerous to walk into the conscientious realm of another,
To make love out of emotions long dreaded, long missed, and long lived
Each choice we make to discover in one another
Is sacred, momentous, and worthy of comprehensive purpose
We, in principle, are made for each other,
To live our lives in exploration of one another,
To breathe into the depleted lungs,
To bite the lip long quivering,
To dress wounds as if they are your own
I speak of unity, and I speak of strength
I speak of daring yourself to know the ins and outs of my terrain
Passing all impasses of disdain, sorrow, failure, and unimaginable pain,
They marvel because we matter
You stay because you understand
You understand because I have long dreaded this moment
I have long missed your breaths,
And I have long lived your fears
I have touched the lips that speak so clear,
Wrapping your surfacing scars against the balm of synchronization
A most treacherous climb into the safety of your arms,
I anticipate the choice you make each and every day
You know I wait, because you and I were made that way
In turn, challenging the rest to discern what we have long understood
A woman so strong, our own Joan of Arc
Rose up amongst others to conquer the dark
Never once did she hesitate, always took the lead
Walked at the front, she knew what we need.
Today she decided to take another leap
Just another step, on a warpath ever so steep.
She entered the world where the sword has no meaning
For now she can rest in a life more appealing.
A mother at heart with tender understanding
She knew when to pause when her boy-child was stumbling
Her daughters she taught to be woman of note
This remarkable woman that life could not smote
Suffering for you did not come from the pyre
The pains that you bore in your heart you acquire
Steadfast in principle for that what was right
Now you can rest, its the end of the fight.
To be absolutely certain
To be firmly convicted in principle and belief
Is the scariest feeling of all
But, like all feelings, it never lasts
The conviction stays, but the mind wanders
Deep into the zones of ostensible comfort
Where it rests merely to frenzy
Into the streets of opposition
Straight into the absolute wrong
But the feeling never lasts
It returns to the minute certainty
The mind becomes determined in the conviction it has embraced
And the best feeling rises above the initial fear:
Gratefulness
6-29-13
I want to go lower, so I can survive the lifeless crazy
if only I could scream so all the stars can hear me
shadow dancing on the river Styx
the river flows that way, while I swim this
and I never ever, let her in again
for she could do damage, beyond repairing
for she could explode in me, like a great atom bomb
and then I'm left dancing, beyond the beyond
Will I ever, never come home?
we shall know sometime, in the near unknown
I've almost gone dead again
living in the only constant
lying in a bed of defeat
bouncing right back, like a song on repeat
I heal so fast, what was that which hit me?
I've already forgotten, you were ever against me
Undefeated, invincible
this world couldn't kill me, in principle
I'm the rising unholy, now know me, immortal
three is the number, that makes my perfect circle
I'm inside the night, all walled up tight
I still haven't faded, that made it all right
I've taken a turn, and learned to be better
after wearing your skin, like an old sin filled sweater
you couldn't get me, it tempts me to fail
then maybe you would have, just once chance, in hell.
Along the seam of existence, we move
in designed gyrations, each tiny prayer
depicting languid entreaties to groove
harmonious over bliss and despair.
Such pointed dedication wanders lost
when overlooking the cosmic random
that promotes us tossed in stardust exhaust
by slingshot forces pulling in tandem
beyond simple gravity or wonder
these notions of eternally longing
to crack the heavens in blessed thunder
with force pure in principle belonging.
Without real trust in this divination
our fluid spin begins unraveling
until there is no sheer combination
left for lovers despite such traveling.
You’ve seen it before
Never spoke of
The hapless Individual
Helpless in principle
Mercy, out of sale
Withered broke frail
Teenage angst
Hand me down hate
Weaken by the irate
A sitting bomb
Counts and waits
One last push
To the point to agitate
And detonate
An unjust fate
Could have saved
Should have stayed
Didn’t manage a role
Hunting pack cruel
Achieved enlightenment
Silent excitement
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