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And we shall not love, or have affection be grown from within
Simply solace to embrace into, in my world and in your dreams”
{And my heart goes to her… my every self is in willingness
Closing my eyes for a second, I can no longer see the darkness
From time whence the last to even remember myself as whole
I realised had since, tranquility was lost to me a long time ago
Every one image in my head came and simply vanishes along
Almost as though with everything happening hasn’t once belong
And I relish this moment of heavy lightness in broken reasons
Not until, the lingering curse to remember the last were to snap my eyes open
Sylvius’s words now stains like blood upon silk in my mind
The magical moments we owed to ourselves is never to be time
I turn away from her, with my silence buried in deep remorse
My every reason for love, I must never allow for the cause
And I hear her breathing, respiring closer yet closer from behind
With her hands embracing me, love is only more pain to remind
I have to break apart, yet wanted so much this moment as well
For I know, cheating time will time be unforgivable to dwell
With newfound strength, I return to face her inattentively
Forming confusing words, I will myself to speak voice-fully
And just as I parted my lips , she encloses mine into her own
Kissing me so deeply with a passion so intense, were unknown
Lost for a second time, I surrender myself to this given while
Returning her kiss without so much as a thought somehow
With every sense becoming more to be enigmatic in every way
I surrender myself to my darkest desire I’m once to keep at bay
And I melted into her subtle kiss… her vulnerability so close
To be entwined with her, of moments upon fire to still be froze
Her hands were thus removing my armour, baring open my chest
Of mine as well, feeling her lean body before finally resting upon her breast
So filled of intensity were us exhausted from everything else
Did we even remember if there ever is love just as well?
And this one conviction is simply the notion to jolt me awake
A one reality in our path, which never must happen before too late
And I broke us apart, fearing more for her then I do myself
Had there been a way to trade lives, my soul I would sell?
And I emerged from the waterfall, not once returning around
Of waters upon skin… were in fact of tears to be found}
May I sit with you and sing a sad song?
A final chorus about what was wrong
Twixt you and I. Oh, it hurts so much
to know I will miss your loving touch.
Our flaws and faults allow for crying.
My spirit is in anguish and slowly dying.
My soul is torn and drowning in fright.
This ballad is too hard to sing tonight.
I'd spin words of a magical incantation
and fill our mugs with drafts of libation
if I thought it was in my hands to do so,
but our passion is as cold as falling snow.
What was it that finally did us both in?
My world is dark. I'm in constant chagrin.
You and I had so many ups and downs
and now our parting has us clad in frowns
I should walk away from you in this rain
cuz my vision is swimming with liquid pain.
I'll go, but first I must say that I was wrong
to think I could finish singing this sad song.
June 6, 2021
Emile Pinet's Lipogram Contest
I have omitted the vowel 'e'
A change is bound to occur
Never to be in one’s pace
Life... a little more moving lesser
Have we a forgotten self to chase?
Never to be in control
Simply how time will allow for gradual
Nevertheless to be asked, to be told
The one in us to never once remain as mutual
Haven’t you a life to be believing so much
So much to have a maintaining you
Or a life left to only believing as such?
Separating a self-sustaining truth from what’s real
Yet it comes to us without us knowing
Often belated to only then realize
A lifetime left to be borrowing
Have I a change known to fantasize?
When change is bound to occur
I did not fathom to chase
Life... have I change for a better?
Some self... have I remembered my pace?
America's genocide, by way of abortion, drugs and other ways unseen.
America's genocide looks clear to me, non-Americans are growing and have a high birth rate, making them not suffer genocide.
America should allow for free day care, allowing women to have options if they need, just enlarge the schools to include daycare.
America should put its unborn first, making way for a higher birth rate.
America's genocide looks like a plan to make Americans suffer loss, loss of family members, loss of voices, because they are a smaller and smaller groups have less voices.
America should put its people first, and allow for free stuff, like free college, free trade school, free day care from birth forward.
America's freedom is always at stake, voices are the way to protect freedom, any killing of its people is genocide for America.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Simple Prayer
God whoever you are and wherever you may seem to be hiding
in times situations and places when confusion reigns and I fail to
see please grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot
change the Courage to change the things I can and the Wisdom
to know the difference when the difference is all there is in me
When you deliver the message that there is only one God please
allow for lateral thinking collateral feelings tangential emotion
Give us a source and an essence and Self and respect for others
who have different faiths and names for you like Vishnu and Shiva
Promote the Buddha and shelter him under the Bhodi tree’s calm
the four noble truths and eightfold path and save us from crusades
jihads genocides misguided power fanaticism and self-righteousness
Make me the tool of your grace and freedom show me the light in
the darkness and help me turn the other cheek when exploring
middle ways of meditation compromise kindness love and compassion
Please nurture passion and peace thoughts emotion social justice
God whoever wherever whatever however you make faith and belief
in a better world possible talk to me and my fellow minnows on this
planet earth and let us dance sing paint pray and cherish together
that seeming differences darken in evil steal humanity disguise
one and only one human condition the one of love love and love
Please let us and me not run against the proverbial wall of madness
when things cannot be altered at the moment and direct us to the
matters that matter because they can be changed with your strength
Please teach me to look beyond the little me in the scheme of life
and share the difference that serenity courage and wisdom can make
18th August 2016
Tonight, my soul, be still and sleep;
The storms are raging on God’s deep—
God’s deep, not yours; be still and sleep.
Charles H. Spurgeon
(Streams in the Desert)
DAY OF DELIVERABLES
italian sausage with banana
peppers in a sesame seed bun.
earlier donuts,
as J Christopher’s served
plenteous tables, needing
to be bussed — no sense
fussing over customers,
waiting on me and him.
you would have given us
the day having not enough
hands to deliver the stuff.
life is rough, post-pandemic.
we will stir our coffee again
in your establishment, reputable,
but for now our brunch grab
is a half-dozen, craved, cream-
filled, and fried, chocolate covered
and glazed. my eyes. i scramble us
up some cheesy-eggs so we don’t
just fall asleep as the world calls
to memory our dead - quite likely
the reason we live. books leak
into my eyes, lips, ears — gears
turning with a one day panacea
of someone else’s lives. the other
hand free to stress over the internet
that doesn’t allow for catch up
of files. day spent riled, filled,
and not alone nor in stacks. stack
that all up to life on earth. angels
watch my ups and downs.
that is my teeth crunching, gritting,
sounding out words from Coopers’
Muskrat Castle on Glimmerglass,
and a couple chapters of Sawyer’s
Sinking Sand, with a hopeful side
of Cowman’s May 31st reading.
flipping pages, not pancakes,
nor my wig — ruminating about
many things: my mother…
6/1/2021
Books mentioned:
The Deerslayer by James Fenimore Cooper
Sinking Sand by Kim Vogel Sawyer
Streams in the Desert by L.B. Cowman
saphire blue , eyes that capture , eyes that captivate , a love struck trance , breathes life into an open yet vacant heart , they sear and tattoo the mind with the absolution of complete emmenance of adoring love .
shine like precious gems to be sure , sending an invitation into heaven ,an invitation into euphoria ,bliss, and tranquility , a universe onto its own into forever they fill the spaces in between spaces , the soul is now blessed.
ever so deep are these windows into life, they allow for true escape , undivided attention is never lost , an ocean of peace and caring dance in there glistening shine , wisdom and whimsy with a touch of playfulness is the mark left in the heart.
romance and passion is sure to be found in such an island of pleasure , soft and tender , cautious , and courageous , dreamy and kind , to look away , dare not , these eyes , now take the journey to an escalade of new heights , could this really be, not a dream and no wishes needed.
Mood swings and all find words to feel,
Yes to the craze that boosts fond dreams.
Dance to the call that wills fine spills,
Ink streaks due daze as passion streams;
Apt as prompt urge the feisty treats,
Rouse then the light of finesse clear;
Yoke in deep purge can taste most sweet.
Jump as joy sights that dazzling cheer,
Observe the feast upon the way,
Use mind and heart to work grand quest;
Ride the wild beast and live each day,
Note purpose start soul's ample fest;
Allow for time to enter space,
Love knows the chimes in warm embrace.
Leon Enriquez
24 November 2016
Singapore
Some days are like a bowl of cherries
Some day are like the pits
Today started out like a winner for sure
Then quickly turned ugly bit by bit
Frustration is surely part of the scene
As we age, we are much less tolerant
Set in our ways, we are unable to bend
Probably need a brain transplant
Tomorrow is always another day
With its own set of highs and lows
It's own set of frustrations and triumphs
Not everything is in our control
Bendability is an excellent word
That encompasses what I'm saying
To allow for things out of our control
And still enjoy life's game we're playing
Bottom line is accept each day as it comes
Each one is another day blessed
Written: January 27, 2024
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"Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you. Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open? Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking".
Oh, a flimsy state over grief, issues, and dualism.
How do I find the inner sanctum of nihilism?
As the guillotine of deceit hangs in plain sight,
How tempting are laziness, ease, and blight?
True divine tandem can occur at a sacred site.
An inner haven as you dwell in glory and light
Yield the path to connecting with the infinite.
In an inner sanctum, calm flows over divine might.
Bewilderment seems sporadic at first glance.
Once you've linked culprits, anguish may trance.
I succumb when the climate renders them unwell.
Cluttered mounds of breadcrumbs lead to a swell.
Ascending free from ominous pits of dread,
Seeking trust across awareness lies ahead.
Sensing the heavenly spark that will soothe,
Illuminating the path leading to the truth.
Stillness enhances your perception of taste.
Find the light; the climate seems to be quaint.
How subtly do things reverse disastrous?
I often fall into that abyss, myself in vastness.
The stain of low scorn darkens in midst of trust.
I stroll into the dismal clay of scarlet excess dust.
The ruthless grasp buried inside suffocates life.
In empathy, I endure the agonizing pains of strife.
Invest oneself in each mission and excursion.
These wonderful events allow for sensations.
Mercury is in and out of phase, as is the moon.
Be mindful of your tongue. The lips are strewn.
Flawed sensory acumen of a stray mind,
uncovers a spiritual path within a gild divined.
The inner sanctum door unlocks at that sight.
While the tulip blossoms with glorious light.
The soul sparkles with astral splendor and sequins.
In a hallowed realm, where rays serve as beacons
In my self-searching dedication toward eternity.
Inward cosmic trends enrich my trust earnestly.
1st place contest winner / POTD