some people attend church
with no godly intent
they see the worship service
as a red carpet event
decked out in their finest
from head to toe
preening like they're the stars
in the Hollywood show
no true concept of what
praising God is all about
these are the ones who would have caused
the stones to cry out
performance over presence
what they failed to understand
is that we come here to honor
and give praise to the Son of Man
no way of comprehending
that we're spiritually transcending
an inability to see
how to be spiritually free
to worship Christ is to show
adoration and reverence
it's not a live show requiring
a stage presence
to acknowledge God is to submit
your will and your life
and to understand your Divine purpose is
to acquiesce to the Lord Christ
performance over presence
what they failed to discover and discern
is that there is freedom in Christ,
a lifestyle true believers have learned
I hear it more and more,
Every time I visit the store,
Walk along the shore,
Or hear our neighbors next door.
"Nobody is going to tell me what to do",
No wonder I am feeling blue,
Every time I put on a shoe
And have to take it off again and forego a live show,
If nobody, is not there to tell the children what to do.
When will we come to realize that nobody is indispensable,
And we need to find his missing relatives as soon as possible,
As, it may soon become impossible,
For just one nobody to save the world that is so inhospitable,
It may soon become uninhabitable?
.
If you really want to know, play it backwards
Put the record on, the Beatles or the Byrds
An act you may find seemingly absurd
A hidden message fail safe, I’m assured
Is Paul really here and on the level
Did a stairway to heaven lead you to the devil
Check each record groove and bevel
In redundant curiosities I revel
Did you find yourself in a sudden trance
In a prompt unusual circumstance
Perhaps then it’s more than chance
Of what began as music and a dance
A bit of messaging subliminal
Some entertaining and minimal
Others verging on being criminal
Few for the mind, almost medicinal
You won’t hear the message at their live show
Only between your own wall and window
For the secret put the record on and turn it slow
And play it backwards, if you really want to know
When the chips are down
Men are separated from boys
Quitters fall by the way side
While perennial winners
Seize the day and be counted
For that is the essence of life
Life is a live show
It is for a short season
It is time to show the stuff
One is made of
And bow out as the ovation
Reaches its crescendo
Life is for the living
Take it one day at a time
Everyday as if it were the last
Cause the ultimate leveler
Strikes when you least expect it
When it comes to you, smiles are easily cracked
Yet,
I have not experienced the aura of your presence beside me
The temperature of your warm smile
The live show of your laughter
But oh how
The tears just fall oh so easily
With joy
And
With tenderness
And just how much I am
Simply just missing
A person who I’ve not met in years
Who would have thought that it would be
Something just like this
Sweet and unbearable longing and yearning
Just can’t get enough of it
This is what they signed up for
It was clear that it was going to be
A bit rough around the smooth edges
Can’t help but berate myself for being so weak
Not the only one suffering
And it is obvious
And I just can’t pull myself away from this
I do not want to pull myself away from this
Views may clash but others come together in harmony
But they converge into a kaleidoscope of colors that we can only create
Desire not to hurt you, my love
Just want to be there for you
Be there with you
Until as long as time allows us
Until as long as time is kinder
To us
For us
The little beast
Had the same routine, day in and day out
Until one day, two bigger beasts made to the cat, a plea
Teach us how to live, show us the route
The cat, determined to do good
Taught the Lion and the Tiger
How to hunt and how to sprint
How to sleep and how to eat
How to love and how to mate
It took a while, much was explained
They all sat down and took a deep breath
We did it fellas, I taught you everything you need
Oh but the tables turned
As soon as the Cat said these words
The Lion and the Tiger gave each other the signal
They pounced on the cat and chased him through the woods
The cat was well prepared
Never trust completely, his mom would say
He ran and ran
The bigger beasts chased along
The cat leaped and climbed atop a tree
The Lion and the Tiger were confused as could be
The cat never taught them how to climb
Who betrayed whom, who committed the crime?
28 June 2021
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LIFES MYSTERIES
L Life composes story every day on new page
I Image casted as live-show on Earthly stage
F Failure or success containing discrete chapters
E Each day welcoming upcoming ventures
S Showing happenstances in grief or rapture.
M Mysteries to challenge at every step
Y You should confront not trying to escape.
S Self-confidence to overcome adversity
T Tensed may be life, tortuous or tragic
E Eventually happens miracles showing magic
R Rare chance to win and fair chance to lose
I It is acceptable absolute ruthless truth
E Ever- going path of life is thorny not smooth.
S Sometimes to walk graceful, sometimes uncouth.
12/ 26/ 20
Thinking, searching for the-
meaning of G in my name.
I know if I try I'll succeed, even though
Memories are like grammars!
Stroking my imaginary lines,
To the borders of my mind;
Reminiscing about those days chilling at corners,
a snake stealing copper:
I wanted to get close to mercury!
Knowing that electricity is everywhere
Hence the illuminations,
Just that I never saw livewires!
Sparks firng waves of light,
To over flow of energy: fused,
Lifted high above,
Media broadcasting: the live Show;
the omniscience of the being,
And I watched: a life with no airbrakes!
The irony of being died yet over working
I guess, that I over stood the meaning of life!
Took it way too seriously,
Not knowing the path: I never found self!
Lost, so I surfed every channel!
Never knew after chaos comes order...
a hard skin to crawl under
when you can’t get with the joke
ev’ryone is a foreigner
they want to see you up in smoke
burning, burning up in smoke
burning, burning down real slow
friends looking on, vaguely confused
cannot be expected to know
black dog bites blindingly cruel
pain has the colours of shimmering gold
burning, burning, shimmering gold
burning, burning down real slow
what of all the summer rain?
laughter from another room
all the windows and doors are closed
no exit here, enter the fool
one way mirror, a real live show
burning, burning, shimmering gold
burning, burning down real slow
burning, burning, shimmering gold
burning, burning down real slow
shimmering gold
Goodbye my child, I am the sinner but God called upon you.
Your life was so short, the years didn't even tick till two.
Goodbye my child, as you listening from above to the brass band,
Your coffin in the ground, me frantically filling your grave with sand!
Goodbye my child, I am crying but have to let you go.
Your curtain has fallen, it is the end of your "live" show
Goodbye my child, this is the end but also a new start,
You an angel now, watching over us, our personal guard.
Goodbye my child, you took my heart with you when you died,
Goodbye my child, goodbye
Words sum
What comes
Feel reach
Front each
Now style
Grand piles
Firm tact
Works act
Joy steers
Fond cheer
Live well
Poise tells
Seize space
Sure pace
Deep pact
Grooms fact
Live show
Blooms flow
Clear sighs
Sure highs
Know then
Just when
Love streams
Fine dreams
Dare quest
Grand fest
Leon Enriquez
12March 2016
Singapore
Part
True art
In your heart
Feel spacious glow
Watch strange thoughts speed flow
Tentacles grip live show
Lyrics now stream mad surprise
Listless insomnia carves this prize
Sleep does not come to big open eyes!
Leon Enriquez
20 January 2016
Singapore
(Note: This is a reverse Nonet.)
A severed hand on my shoulder
wrenches it off.
You sit on a toadstool
to measure the depth of grass.
A raven scans the earth:
nothing was left to eat.
The hungry urchins had
already punctured the garbage can.
A live show of committing suicide
will take place tonight.
To become silent in roaring noises
was the outcome of a dive.
A terrorist in pilgrim’s pouch walks past
a bomb. The wires reach in the schism
of a faith. Again you cry in your skin
for sake of a forgotten god.
SATISH VERMA
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