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Move with the times as change abounds;
Explore each choice to fill and trace;
Remember chimes that swirl around;
Loiter sure poise beyond mere space;
Indulge your quest with profound thought;
Open your eyes and clearly see;
Nudge awkward jest that troubles plot.
Chance upon highs that come to be;
Invest in things that reap fine gains;
Tell your story with Singlish* slang;
Yield to wild flings that speak of strain.
Now let it be such a big bang;
One way to tap the happy tale:
Wise up to grab the annual sale!
Leon Enriquez
03 July 2014
Singapore
(Note: Singlish* -- means a colloquial blend of
Singapore dialects mixed with English and known
to local natives as a pidgin called Singlish.)
As a visitor, I can honestly say
This earth is just one of an infinite number of living orbs
Spinning throughout the Cosmos
Each one unique according to Its Suns' design
Enlightened beings know that
All stars are Alive Super Intelligent Beings
Capable of enormous entropy
Raw energy expanding forever and ever
Ever since the Big Bang
For in the beginning there was only darkness
But from the darkness came Light
Opening all this unto us
For darkness was empty without light
A flickering flame on a candle still dances to this day
At the glory of Creation
What looks like chaos through the lens of a telescope
Is pure beauty and absolute genius
To experience it fully is to enjoy the ride
Open our eyes and our hearts
And realize how abundant life has blossomed here
How amazing our Sun shines
How wonderful it is to breathe
It is good to be alive
And to my delight
How wonderful it was to find
A fellow traveler of the Divine
Death is just a wakeup call
From this dream of life
Sleep is a slipping through for the moment
In closing our eyes, we dive into the darkness
Just as unaware of what we'll find there
Hoping for answers, perhaps some clue
I'm on vacation, just a visitor here
This earth's just a pitstop for me
This skin feels a bit too tight
Wound around my light
However, I'm not quite ready to leave just yet
For each place has its purpose
Most orbs are just schools of rock
Like a clock ticking and full of talk
Some truly are heaven on earth
Still others are a living hell
Don't recommend staying there too long
If at all possible
So please, don't make me have to leave too soon.
“There just thoughts.”
“Demons in your head.”
“They can’t hurt you.”
But that’s the problem. They’re in my head.
I do all the hurting, and nobody sees them.
Nobody sees when they claw my insides
Or when they scratch hate in my eyes.
When they burn the midnight oil,
Frying and rewiring my mind.
Or when they bind my chest tight,
Cutting off circulation
Till all is black in sight.
They’re in my head,
Every fucker that wades in my wave pool
Of dread.
No one can hear what it says,
Or how bad it wants me dead.
Maybe it doesn’t, but I do.
To escape, I tried to sleep,
But the pills only fooled them
For so long.
During the day, it’s not too bad,
Like a repeated song.
But at night, they play
Their marching band.
They bang their gong.
Begging me gone.
I think when I have a headache,
I wonder, looking at my bottle of Tylenol:
How many would it take
For me not to wake up at all?
Because it’s all in my head,
Nobody saw.
No one asked how I was doing,
’Cause on the outside, I was running,
But inside, I’m in a fetal crawl.
I wish somebody would see
How truly long it’s been since I’ve been me.
How long has it been
Since my thoughts were my own?
How long since “I’m fine”
Wasn’t the only emotion I could show?
The pills would take me away forever,
But if I cut my wrists, no one would know.
“I’m sorry, I’ve got to go.”
A CHRISTMAS AGO
My Christmas present list
Every year
Got longer and longer,
What to buy
Whether far or near
I certainly have always got joy
Out of giving,
Just two months ago, I thought
Things are getting out of hand,
What is Christmas all about,
Faith and family and
Being together,
No matter in Iceland
Or at the equator
Whether you are freezing,
Or in frazzling hot weather,
Most important, is
To be all together!
Used to rush out and shop
Up to Christmas Eve,
Ticking off this one and that,
Is this perhaps true,
Do you see yourself,
Is this a fact?
When as before,
Read, or today 'Googled'
Before World War one
Money was scarce,
Yet Christmas was fun!
Enjoy this wonderful day
For what it is,
Buy Christmas crackers I agree,
Pull them, bang, between
You with glee,
Hear the Christmas carols,
On Christmas morn,
Perhaps make a toy
For your boy,
Dad has tools and imagination
Feel free to craft with
With creative fascination,
And mummy,
Can make her yummy
Christmas cookies and
Perhaps write a poem,
To her little girl
Put a rag doll together,
Out of straw, material
Feather and leather!
Smell the turkey,
And potatoes, roasting,
Hear them sizzling,
Laughter and merriment
For the less fortunate,
Eating a piece of bread
Under a bridge on cement
We should take stock,
Not easy when your
World is a whirlpool,
A rat race,
Begin to face,
Reality and give to the poor,
Next Christmas to enter
This door,
You will do with
More ease
Give to the poor, please!
Save the world from plastics,
And fake gifts,
And Christmas suddenly
Will have meaning,
The world slowly
Recovers and shifts.
The guards patrolled the Chinese wall
As they did every day
They did not pay much attention
Seems to be the usual way
A clink disturbs ones peaceful stroll
A three armed hook appears
Catches on the parapet
With one of its ears
The guards are so outnumbered
There is just one thing to do
Set alight the warning fires
For the coming of Shan Yu
In the Palace of the Emperor
Panic reigns supreme
The calm tones of the Emperor
Voice of reason it would seem
Send messengers out far and wide
Conscript or volunteer
Take one from each family
Then bring them all back here
One old decorated hero
Zhou from the clan of Fa
He was one could hardly walk
For sure below his par
His daughter Mulan took him home
She has another Fa in mind
Her father asks no questions
He is sure she's being kind
She goes alone into her room
Her tresses start to fall
She continues cutting til
There's not much left at all
Then dressing up in rough male clothes
The palace to attend
I am the volunteer from Fa
The only one they send
Mulan is not a boy's name
That will have to change
Ping is one she thinks of
From a quite restricted range
Li Shang leads them into battle
Takes them head on to the fray
Against the army of the Hun
That has got bigger every day
The small defending army
Uses rockets for long range
The advancing Hun just pours along
With very little change
Now Ping espies a mountain
With quite an overhang
She sends a rocket to explode
Start a landslide with the bang
Buries the attacking Hun
It seems the job is done
Then the worst thing happens as
They climb out one by one
First the horde attacks the Palace
Takes the Emperor in hand
Kill him and his leaders
Then spread throughout the land
There is only one can stop them
It is the girl Mulan
She needs to kill the great Shan Yu
In any way she can
She faces him with threat of sword
But just when she seems beat
A friend that has been helping her
Sends fireworks and heat
And so Mulan she saves the day
Everyone bows down
The Emperor gives her Shan Yu's sword
And his own medal of renown
She takes them to her father
After shock he feels at peace
The worry and frustration
He was buried in can cease
If you saw me in the street you would judge me; 'Thats another scumbag you'd say... 'He looks like the ones on the bikes that deal drugs and steal phones, and do crime every day...
'I saw him talk to a murderer; 'I saw him stood with a gang...'He probably has a knife in his pocket... or worse, a thing that goes bang!
A scumbag for sure 'theres no doubt! A balaclava covers his mouth! He's on the side of the dark forces... I bet he has drugs in that pouch...
You judged my book by its front cover; and you'd never believe whats inside! A Pandoras box of Philosophy! And Faith, and Love, and sweet Rhymes!
A wide open chasm of isness; And Wisdom from Biblical times! Solomons Proverbs are locked in here too; and Mary - Oh My, Oh My!
If you opened my book you'd find Jesus! His disciples, and lessons in time! Krishna would jump off the pages! He's here with me... deep in this mine!
My father's in here with me too, and loved ones, they're no longer here...You'd read about how I kept going; against all the odds and the fear!
You'd see all my hopes and aspirations! Ideas that would blow you away! You'd read about my heartbreaks, and healing, and love, and miracles I saw everyday!
You'd hear lessons from Echart tolle. Geoff Thompsons voice is in here too... Nisargadatta Maharaij, and Ramana to name but a few!
You'd see a tear shed as i write this, and a lump in my throat, (but of Glee!)
The next time you notice a scumbag, Just know - that Scumbag could be Me.
Oh what a predicament as we sped through the night,
A whole train stretched behind us without a single light,
And through the thin walls we could plainly hear
The threats being shouted from both front and rear.
The long blonde squaddie, whose name I can’t recall
Nervously panicked because he’d caused it all.
An urgent call of nature on a compartmented train
Solved by opening a window to pass water in the rain;
But he removed a fitted bulb, modesty being his plan
And fused the whole lot behind with a very loud bang
Leading to this very tense and worrying situation
As the train drew ever nearer to Victoria Station.
One hell of a fizzer for damaging a train,
Maybe another for peeing in the rain,
The trouble only worsening after release
From the railway to the military police.
And maybe, on top, some demotion
For having caused such commotion.
When it arrived thank the lord much confusion arose
As we hit the platform running and away on our toes
As from behind we heard a very loudly voice say
That’s where they went as he pointed the wrong way;
So we mingled with the crowd having slowed to a walk
And joining in freely with all the discontented talk.
The gods must have smiled on us to allow us to go
To celebrate in Trafalgar Square and later on in Soho.
We all joined hands there in the crowded square
To sing Auld Lang Syne with those gathered there.
A night to remember, New Years Eve 1964
All much too old now for such excitement any more.
hear others out there, just beyond my wall-wrapped sharing space
they break on through, sneaking inside my head
far above, front-nosed pilots point high-flying seated people tubes
passengers squeezed in tight, some feeling dread
as jet engines cloud-buffet, amplifying reverberations
chimney-chambers funnelling their muffled sound
momentary fear spills downward into the peaceful living-room
then gone, soon forgotten, on journeys bound
clank and clang, lift-arm lorries crawling slowly by the gateway
sin bins scooped, coloured cravings half-consumed
cascades of clinking glass crescendo, bottle-bank vomiting noise
rapid cadence, ambient drone resumed
programmed heat, timed with boiler clicks, powering-up, igniting
cold metal creaks around expanding joints
curtains swish, blinds roll open, bleary blinking, homely morning eyes
aural sequencing as the day appoints
distant yowl of hooter horn, duly departing commuter train
car doors slam, abrupt jarring intrusion
gauntlet-running mothers compete with pavement-blocking pupils
fumes linger, safety scarring delusion
radio din, depressing electro-magnetic compression
shovelled earth beside the thin blaring-out
men again dig doggedly, patching patches for the umpteenth time
careless strike, gushing hiss of waterspout
road tyres clip, manholes rattle, drum the brief mid-morning lullaby
rise and fall, the doppler siren speeding
two-wheeled tiny engine buzz, irritating as it nears the ears
loudspeaker hails, vies for votes its pleading
post person presents the parcels, delivering rat-a-tat-tat
cats scurry as scratching dogs lunge and bark
then sudden bang, spread-eagled pigeon, wingspan on window-pane
stunned, fluttering, hoping to reach the park
Depth of the Darkness
Where I am
Unknown even to me
The dizziness
Dis-orientations linger here or
Maybe there
I am not quite sure
Other than I have drowned
Emptiness overcomes even
The sadness
Eyelids, do I have them?
Emptiness you see is a blindness
Seeping into the nether lands of my heart
No longer caring
Or daring
Hidden in the darkness
At all the staring
BANG
Thunder
Struck by a fantasy
Off I go, on the expressways of tears
Lights bright, then darkness
Darkness then bright lights
I am sitting now
In someone's Den, maybe mine?
Caressing, holding
Yet...............
There I am so silent
Alive?
SMILING
I am smiling right into a smile
A smile stares back
Filled with a warmth
Never before felt
In this lifetime or the ones before
Seconds become minutes
Become hours
No words are spoken
There exists but a tenderness
Of thoughts
Passing from me to the smiling one
From her to me
Fear of breaking the spell
Is this the full accounting of it all?
Have the gods balanced the books?
Of all things I expose to her
The debits and credits
Why I have no idea
But she is smiling, always smiling
I see colors
Plump wonderful huggable colors
I never saw before
My oh such wonderful thoughts
Slowly, both so fearful
Memories entwined with pains shared
Outstretched arms reaching
Radiant, solar is her smile
Angelic in an earthly way
A smile of all things
Filled with a bouquet of love
In eyes that have voices
Skies so clear
Filling with clouds
Floating
There I am
Back into the night
Of eternal darkness
As I toss the key to all in the wind
Having been robbed of all emotions
In a haze of nothingness
There is still a little pain
And a seed of hope
As the soul rots a little more
Into the sands
Lacking passion
Is humanities only crime
If you look out into space,
pictures on the internet
taken from the Hubble telescope
you can see a nebula
a great big cloud of gas and dust
the birthplace of new baby suns
most of the gas is hydrogen
the gas that makes the ozone layer
hydrogen links together to build ozone,
so hydrogen is attracted to hydrogen,
yet I wonder is there a small attraction left over
after the atom's link, is there a small slight attraction
Is this slight attraction, the force that we call gravity
atoms are attracted to atoms,
oxygen links with hydrogen to form water
perhaps, matter attracted to matter
When suns that are born
they start out composed of mainly Hydrogen gas and dust
then having exploded into an atomic reaction
because of the growing force of gravity
they start changing overtime
condensing slowly changing from hydrogen
they turn into helium the next atom
in the periodic table
as time goes by they slowly work through
the periodic table until if they are big enough
they turn into a lead, then they explode
going supernova, creating dust that goes on
to make planets, meteorites and the earth
our moon came from a collision with the earth
our moon was once apart of the earth
and broke away after the collision to become a satellite
The core of the earth is hot, perhaps because gravity,
matter attracted to matter
the force of compounding atoms, creates an atomic reaction
the outside shell is created because
The coldness of space cools the atoms down
creating a shell a crust around the out side of the earth
the perfect nest for nurturing life
Hydrogen appears to be the foundation of existence
I'm not sure where hydrogen comes from
perhaps the big bang theory is true
but with that much gravity
the matter would be pure energy so no boulders
just an explosion of pure energy
that cools down and starts forming atoms
on becoming the smallest atom hydrogen
would go on to form nebula clouds, suns and planets