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The life of a manic depressant,
swimming in anxiety and less valued than a peasant.
You don't dream you nightmare,
oh yeah, you dream of an alternative timeline,
where you are happy and all turned out fine.
Missed opportunities were not missed,
you're with that dream girl you never kissed,
your friends are loyal,
and job prospects were never spoiled.
There's a devine light in your life shining bright,
it's all a delight and everything turned out alright.
As you dream this dream the night turns to morning light,
and slowly from your subconscious state you awaken,
and the joyous elements of your dream disintegrate.
The job is lost and that dream girl turns into a ghost,
you're collecting benefit while she stands with her real bloke,
you realise that having nothing is no joke,
the nightmare starts not in your sleep but when you've awoke.
You're now awake but your eyes don't open,
you lay in bed and reflect on that dream,
that ended so mean
after showing you the things you wish your life had seen.
You reluctantly realise that you are a reject, retarded at best,
and how that dream ended is how the day has started,
self hate fills as you lay broken hearted.
You don't open your eyes,
a decision you choose because the back of your eyelids offer better views.
You should feel rested but you're not,
it's anxiety, dread and depressed instead,
the day begins with you worn out and tested,
and you haven't even got dressed yet.
POTD
11/6/2018
There comes a time when death greets life,
Embrace this rhyme to forfeit strife,
Death swings new chimes to fling new jive.
So many years have brought new cares,
The dead my dear live a new flair,
Attend woes here in sad affairs.
My father's gone away to rest,
My mother yawned to face death's zest,
Another morn to live our best.
July sparks notes of fond embrace,
November totes a rainy face,
March has a vote to hurl hot trace.
In between times of abrupt change,
The awkward rhymes can sound so strange,
Sad dirge seek mime in vocal range.
July speaks well for I find spring,
June once did spell a sad ending,
November tells a stormy fling.
Alas! What's lost cannot be found,
Time wears a cost in moving grounds,
To win the toss, swirl round and round.
Move with the times that run away,
Spill cheery rhymes before sad sway,
Soon fading chimes must stop to slay.
The moments here upon stray winds,
Live precious spheres, notes in-between,
Then leave sans fear the course unseen.
Conceive your wits in tints and shades,
Believe each bit what feelings trade,
Achieve fond fit that zest now grades.
Charm wears a poise that speaks so light,
Cheer knows a voice as esteem sights,
Play makes a choice in sensuous flight.
Be unafraid, wear euphoria,
See beyond dread, pandemonia,
Let joy now braid sure hysteria.
No matter how the world instructs,
Calm truth endows what change constructs,
Right here and now, all things destruct.
Go on your way to live your best,
Give all to play in steadfast quest,
And then someday, death holds the rest.
Look for your joy that hides quite sad,
Be kind with ploys that some deem mad,
Play with fond toys that make you glad.
Yes do your best to question each,
For fate binds quest to stretch your reach,
For time must test to offer peach.
Leon Enriquez
18 November 2014
Singapore
It's been three years since her last panic attack, she is getting them again. Last time it was cause of the pastor's wife who threatened her. Now the brown eye girl is getting them due to someone else. This time it's the photoman who is doing the threatening to her. For two nights she has nothing but nightmares and no sleep. The brown eye girl is afraid she going to get sick again just like last time. Always looking over her shoulder thinking someone is going to get her. Not being able to eat has already started. Her head goes to a sad place, a dark place where it's hard to get out of. Afraid something will happen to her; she tries to shut out the world and do nothing at all. She believes it's time to be fake again.
Betrayed and arrested, the verdict is death.
Pilate tried to resist but gave in.
As surely as life ends without any breath,
So, we now see the wages of sin.
Beaten and scourged now, He stood before all
Pilate gave up the urge to set free
And convicted the King and the Savior of all
To a death of great agony.
Now we see the extent and the breadth of God’s plan.
So marred His appearance beyond that of man.
Behold now the Man, before Him now kneel,
By His wounds are we healed. By His wounds are we healed.
Pilate asked about truth though before him Truth stood.
And he turned away, washing his hands.
But the guilt is still there, cleansing did him no good,
And it’s sad that he can’t understand.
Appeasing the crowds and appeasing his fear
Was the only thing he thought to do.
A warning unheeded from one he held dear
Just because he could not see what’s true.
Now we see the extent and the breadth of God’s plan.
So marred His appearance beyond that of man.
Behold now the Man, before Him now kneel,
By His wounds are we healed. By His wounds are we healed.
Foretold by the prophet long ages ago
For our sins our God suffered and died.
From wounds we inflicted His holy Blood flows
And to our wounds that Blood is applied.
Like a lost little sheep we have all gone astray
But He freely took on all our guilt.
As He stands now before us do we look away?
Do we see now what our sin has built?
Now we see the extent and the breadth of God’s plan.
So marred His appearance beyond that of man.
Behold now the Man, before Him now kneel,
By His wounds are we healed. By His wounds are we healed.
From Whence You Came
Lie straight, lie bent
It is all the but smooth
The fur upon your back,
As your tongue rolls over
All the same, all the same
The eye quivers in sight
Behold! There comes nothing
But a sad, sudden light
Come forth! Forward, you go
For I am all the same
All the same, all the same
Warmth brightly tickles
Every standing fur on your back
Haste not away, for the warmth
Is not easily driven away
For it is all the same, all the same
Spiral inward and out
Come away and come again
I love you–the warmth
The lightness of your purr
The excitement lit in dull corners
For I love you all the same, All the same
I'm swinging on alcohol ,
Puffing smoke from day to dawn ,
Locomoting up steets to downtown,
Inquisitoring for that one pill .
Such pill to avail me sleep
But the doctors say they have such prescriptions .
I wake up everyday with chiliad of declinations ,
Accompanied by a storm of gazillion wishes ,
But still, this life keeps going .
I'm no longer myself no!
my gullet always craves to deglutite something ,
In the greeting of the sunlight
And the dawn of midnight
Who am i really ??
I once took a stand in life ,
Saw myself in such perfect family kind ,
But it seems to me ,i'm just against time .
I looked while my companions dying,helpless
I failed to pay heed at each funi ..
I got broken relationships,
But still i fail to fix ,
Now i got some bad habits i can't modify.
Such plane of success once booked , crushed in the middle of nowhere .
Today im here chasing this , that and the next after ,
How about this disease eating me in inches avery day ,
And still,the insomnia has no mercy for me .
I act smiley with such big belly
Wearing white teeth that speak hello tunes
But im dying ,slowly
Alone ,with nobody noticising
Who Am I,really ?
Lingering longingly, lost love laments
Obstreperous outrage, overintense
Sorrowful solitude, sad, sluggish since
Tumultuous tantrums, terrible, tense
Amorous affections ambivalent
Nerve numbness nearing, now needs nourishment
Dissatisfied, disengaged, discontent
Flaunting flirtations, furtive fleet flashes
Overt optimist, outsized, outlandish
Unlimited upside, unwound, unselfish
Normalcy now, no neuroses nightmarish
Dazedly dreams, delights, daringly dashes
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First Place Winner
For the My Lost and Found Love Poetry Contest
Sponsored by JCB Brul
Written 03/17/2022
Hello hello hello
God is risen today
And he is now
Alive for us
Yes God is our savior
He is the one
Who had cured the sick today
With his holy hands
The sick people had been sick
For a long time
Some people he could not cured
Any more because they had a sickness
That was chronical
So my Father
Shut their bodies down
And first they shut their eyes
Than they were gasping for air
They no longer could breath
So they took the last breath
And they finally died
It was sad for their families
To see them die
They also cried a lot
Now the children
Started to grieve
I don't know how long
They will grieve
Every body grieves different
Also they pray for their dead ones
Every single night
Yes now they been missing
Their loved ones for a long time
They wished that they were still here
To see them
Grow old
I have never forgotten our love
And I will never forget it until I die
Many years of sorrow have passed
But the wound in my heart has never healed
Remember the many kisses we exchanged
Remember all the tears we shed
The burning kisses and the scalding tears
That to the depths of the sea have gone
I have not forgotten this love
How could you have forgotten it?
A love that bound us like a chain
A chain that can never be broken
You still return to me in my dreams at night
Before my eyes I see you every day
How many sweet nights we passed together
How cruel the destiny that has betrayed us.
No peace shall it find in the presence of God
This infamous cruel destiny that betrayed us
Infamous - cruel and heartless
That separated us for all eternity
What remains is just your picture for remembrance
I never grow weary of gazing upon it
I kiss it, I bathe it with my tears, I hold it to my heart
And weep for the sad ending of our love.
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O Vera Ammore Non Si Scorda Mai
Numaggio mai scurdate e chesta ammore
E nummo scorde chiu' sino che' more
Sono passati tant'anni di dolore
E num si e' chiuse chiu' sta chiaga o core
Ricordi quanti vase ce simmo date
Ricordi quante lacrimo chiagnute
Vase e fuoche e lacrime cucente
Che tutte a funne o mare sene' so ghiute
Io non meso' scordate a chesta ammore
Tu comme tu putive mai scurda'
E' stato nammore troppo incatenato
Catene che nun si ponne mai spezza'
Mi viene ancora nsuonno tutte e' notte
Ti vego o iotnre nante all'uocchi miei
Quante nuttate doce avimmo passate
E penza e distino nfame che cia' tradute
Nun'anna trava' pace nanzi a dio
Chella nfama ca ci fece o trarimento
Nfame e scelleratee senza core
Ci fece sparte a nuie etermamente
Me' remase o ritratto tuoi pe ricordo
Nun me stancasso mai du guarda'
O' vase o' bagne e lacrime mo strengo o' core
E chigane a fine triste e checsta ammore.
By Giuseppe Pasquale Liguori and Robert James Liguori
Friendly sage from the starless height
Now dying without fright
In his human and earthly sight
The cosmos dimmed its light
Dying from old diphtheria
Still his will looked higher
He lost his voice to teach and greet
That poured wisdom so sweet
All he could do was meekly bleat
Uclers formed on his feet
Uclers broke through his gentle hands
And sweat poured from his glands
“I’ve been waiting to see
You at last before I am free
The Divine within me
I will give back with childlike glee
To the Good and Divine
To the highest, beautiful Vine”
“I have hope for you too
I will fly the path of the few
The path that Plato knew
I am glad you will see me through”
He said as he leaked puss
To his dear friend Eustochius
His friend was by his side
Glad in the fertile countryside
A snake slithered to hide
With logos as his inner guide
He took his final breath
Greeting his diligent friend, death
He left at sixty-six
No longer bound to fleshly tricks
Flew above stars and Styx
Flew high above the craftsman’s bricks
He ascended to the One
Thus, his own friendly will was done