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majesty
absence
cacophony
Meditation
10:38 PM
i fall asleep
too easy;
close my eyes
craving
the chance to bask
in your majesty
and open them in some
strange world
where agony
and loathing
run amok
along weakly-lit
backstreets
that smell of burning
candy floss
and the putrid scent
of stale
cigarette smoke.
in this place
i see no men corrupted
with the gift of
entitlement
from a patriarchal society,
not a single woman
pulling the sleeves of her
worn-in, worn out,
too loose, too faded
cardigans
in hopes it shrinks
in seconds
and takes her
aching body —
worn-in, worn out,
too loose, too faded —
with it.
this kingdom reveals
secrets yet untold
to the world
and hides within its
absence of sweetness
the back-of-the-tongue bitterness
of too-stoned revelations
that guide the royal army
and make up the
improvised declaration of self love
and liberty.
i stand inside this strange world
and recognize love
so deep
i find myself weeping
as i struggle along cobbled streets
and locked doors
of homes i can
smell from some distant part
of my childhood
toward it;
joy so rich
it creeps along my
esophagus,
as slow as my dad’s bees
in the chilled winter sun,
to coat my lungs and
suffocate me;
longing so intense
my feet ache
and itch
to change paths —
nothing, not even unbridled love,
feels like more of a
priority
than reaching the point
of this city
my soul demands to be near;
sorrow so unencumbered
it runs along my veins
and curls ghoulish hands
through my hair
in a twisted and depressing
show of affection
that makes me nauseous
and leaves my head
aching behind
my leaking eyes.
this cacophony of emotions,
this overwhelming
overabundance of obsidian-black,
orchid-ridden, and obsessive
notions, bombards me
ruthlessly as i crumble
to my knees
at this city’s center,
bone dead exhausted
and tears bone dry
while my skeleton rearranges
itself into something
i can recognize
with my new eyes.
4:24 AM
i haven’t slept.
The last of me is drowning deep in agony
A packaged denied arrest paints a felony
Isn't it crazily funny?
We live together in harmony
Whereas urgent attention couldn't rescue the saga
From this skillful kneel aga
Whose Morales go gaga
And on my neck built the ancient Braga
I can't breathe; the gods are near at reach
"Welcome home" is the sermon they preach
What if I have bleached?
May be they could have listened while I beseech.
I don't want to let go of this in precious denial
Together we once trade the temple's aisle
And for them, i've abandoned my lisle
After all, it turns out to be a mistrial
Anxiety engulfed my inner humble thought that solemnly swears
How blindly I have long errs!
Everyone is good for another pairs
But of a truth, the world despairs
Depression curse hangs over waiting others' course
To savage more lives we will still endorse
Cos we are afraid to attack the source
Aren't we capable of their divorce?
Miss you dearly mum in my cold-blooded breathe
How lonely you have to seethe!
The world recorded new murder style to sheathe
Panting like babies stooling to teethe
Worry of me if we are equal and okay
But the love you taught you betray
If religion doesn't lead people astray,
What could have racism conveyed?
Just because my needs are in your field
For nothing thy laws are repealed
Yet other countries see it well wield
Where chance is given not be appealed
Sometimes I thought religion had healed the world
But people practicing keep hurling
And the goods refuse to be unfurled
Meanwhile, with pleasure, we keep whirling
You brought it for peace
And tease us off our gods' guards
It would be worse that breath cease for love in guise
The love of which thy land egocentrically bombards
Fear is draining down the throat and my teeth clasp
This would not be more dangerous than the asp
And to my final gasp
Is for you a hopeful promotional handclasp
Pounding voices fill the air
Anguished cries,
The sound of desperation
Rings loud and clear
It starts out slow
Yet, as the walls close in
And my chains tighten
The voices cry out louder
Until the agony of it bombards all my senses
And rings throughout my whole body
The sound of the dead
The anguished, tortured cries of the innocent
Haunt me
And again,
I see the undeniable fear
Hear the screams of pain
Hear the loud, fast beating heart
As the body fights death
And all over again,
The unmistakable rage returns
Mingling with a sick disgust
That floods my whole body
And the monster rises
Hungry for the thrill,
The pleasure of the kill
That seems to make me forget the pain
He caused
Until again, I feel warm blood drip off my fingers
And see what I’ve done
A mangled, torn body lies before me
Bleeding, broken, torn
By the blade I hold in my hand,
And the thrill is gone
Horror replaces the dark revenge,
that filled my heart
And sick disgust wins in the end
An innocent life,
Full of dreams
Full of love untold
Full of hopes
With so much to offer the world
Lies crushed, broken, before my eyes
And the monster
That rose inside of me
Hides once more in the shadows
Still savoring the taste of blood,
And broken dreams
But not for long,
For the monster inside is never satisfied
It always waits in the shadows,
And then when the moment’s right
It shows itself
And I can’t hold myself back,
I can’t stop
Not until the monster is satisfied
And fresh, dark blood
Gloves my hand
And my insides twist with disgust
The war of good and evil won for now
Tears stream down my face,
The reality of my guilt
Bringing me back to my cell
Meant to cage the monster in,
But really just caging me in
This is my life now,
And the sounds of the dead
Only remind me of a forbidden path
That only leads to insanity,
Pain that a soul can’t bear
Sorrow and loneliness,
That hides behind stubborn arrogance
But is slowly breaking me down
From the inside
Abominable barrage bombards
fortified barracks show
warring subsequently, incandescently,
and brilliantly doth glow
biden time, this
garden variety Joe Schmoe
hunkers down deep amidst disarray
within arched bunker poe
wet tickly donning
pence sieve stance against row
battery weathering incessant assault
invariably waiting for Godot,
albeit devout atheist doubting Thomas
suffers major blow
wavering, vacillating, undulating...
ominous foreboding,
viz more'n one circling crow
decries status ranking sincerely
truly posthumous hero
reconnaissance delivers...
yup absolute zero
looming dark shadow
futile against inconsolable sorrow
anonymous bookish deadened
erstwhile febrile fellow
good as gone, cuz yours truly...
fresh outta ammo
resigned killed in action
another unmarked grave
housing lovely bones
courtesy contemplative bro
charred body foretells, know,
and promises not one daisy will grow
despite fervent obeisance
soul fully do I futilely bellow
worse fate than death
i.e. gulag archipelago
feebly decrying, lamenting,
lamely pleading against
bleak unfair in apropos
sentence never granted furlough
never to witness celestial amarillo
beatific, cathartic, fantastic...,
nor chase gold pot end of rainbow
all pleasant dreams, I must forego
seek neither fame nor glory hobo
content whiling away (Billy me)
idolized time solitary Homo
sapien re: me tortured afterlife
enslaved forever guilty "fake" pharaoh
moans... suddenly joyous tears flow
aforementioned psychedelic mashup
figment of imagination - psycho
illogical gallimaufry, hallucinatory,
and illusory expo
attempt lame analogy how I wallow,
when setting sail
to launch crafted poe
whim, whereby invisible
battle scars attest
successful amphibious ambition
inundated battling lightspeed tempo
competing ideas exhaust
thus, I seek comfort of
soft cloud like pillow!
Abominable barrage bombards
fortified barracks show
warring subsequently, incandescently,
and brilliantly doth glow
biden time, this
garden variety Joe Schmoe
hunkers down deep
within arched bunker poe
wet tickly donning
pence sieve stance against row
battery weathering incessant assault
invariably waiting for Godot,
albeit devout atheist doubting Thomas
suffers major blow
wavering, vacillating, undulating...
ominous foreboding,
viz more'n one circling crow
decries status ranking sincerely
truly posthumous hero
reconnaissance delivers...
yup absolute zero
looming dark shadow
futile against inconsolable sorrow
anonymous bookish deadened
erstwhile febrile fellow
good as gone, cuz yours truly...
fresh outta ammo
resigned killed in action
another unmarked grave
housing lovely bones
courtesy contemplative bro
charred body foretells, know,
and promises not one daisy will grow
despite fervent obeisance
soul fully do I futilely bellow
worse fate than death
i.e. gulag archipelago
feebly decrying, lamenting,
lamely pleading against
bleak unfair in apropos
sentence never granted furlough
never to witness celestial amarillo
beatific, cathartic, fantastic...,
nor chase gold pot end of rainbow
all pleasant dreams, I must forego
seek neither fame nor glory hobo
content whiling away (Billy me)
idolized time solitary Homo
sapien re: me tortured afterlife
enslaved forever guilty "fake" pharaoh
moans... suddenly joyous tears flow
aforementioned psychedelic mashup
figment of imagination - psycho
illogical gallimaufry, hallucinatory,
and illusory expo
attempt lame analogy how I wallow,
when setting sail
to launch crafted poe
whim, whereby invisible
battle scars attest
successful amphibious ambition
inundated battling lightspeed tempo
competing ideas exhaust
thus, I seek comfort of
soft cloud like pillow!
Within the shard of dreams, we wander, with the wing of time,
Penetrated by the mystery and alchemy of existence,
The glitter of a lone star pierces through the darkness,
For us both, steering us through a clear sky.
Our resolve lies in manipulating with our hands the immaterial quill of fate,
Declaring our yearning in a whispered dream,
Waiting, impatient and hopeful, in the space between infinite and finite,
Come, let us embrace the moment descending into our world drowned in desire and sigh.
Beside shadows, we run towards the future, hand in hand,
But they evaporate at the first flicker of divine light,
Born again, in our hearts, in the light of first love,
Like a wondrous flower from the ashes of substantial epochs.
Thus, our destiny is like a divine four-leaf clover,
No matter how it bombards us with trials and wars,
We are interconnected, we two, like divine flora and the ground,
You, the ethereal woman, and I, the man of the earth.
I, and the shadow bearing your likeness and soul,
Guardians of sleep under the same mystical moon,
Our steps upon nature's bedding,
Imprinting the scent of acacia and lilac into hearts and memories.
I let your shadow pass through the gate towards the cosmos, on a free stroll,
And I will sing to you under the canopy of stars,
Asking for divine brilliance to transform your shadow into a ray of light,
To illuminate my joyful quest in the morning when I find you again.
With twin rainbows and a treasure of gems,
I will open my arms, ready to receive you,
I will no longer allow you to be lost on the tangled paths of guidance absence,
The inflamed love that binds us will conquer new heights and will open new gates.
Where will you be when the trumpet sounds
When the call comes with an
amazing surprise
A shout is heard by all who leave
these grounds
And all the dead and alive in Christ
shall arise
How will you explain; none of the missing is found
While Satan bombards the media with
his lies
Millions disappear as an army calls up
the hounds
Gone with no trace of any, as hearts in agony cries
Graves are open, cribs are empty, the trumpet sounds
Delusions, signs, and wonders as the evil one abides
Deception is real in all as this
darkness abounds
While behind the scenes, This world in
sin resides
What will you be doing when the
trumpet sounds
One of two in the fields is taken up beyond the skies
The other is left behind, in fear an empty heart pounds
To meet the Lord in the air as the Bible
so describes
All believers united with praise as
heaven resounds
The judgment of God on this earth will truly abide
In tribulation to all clothed with the unbeliever's gown
Their destination set: in their sins they
chose to hide
To this end, eternal fire in hell to be
cast down
When the trumpet sounds, all in Christ
will arise
To meet the Lord in the air, Wearing redemptions gown
For faith in Christ is gifted with the everlasting prize
Eternal life: in heaven we shall forever
be found
When the trumpet sounds?
Yellow leaves fall
Harsh humid heat;
Earth gathers debris
~~~~~~~~~
Time runs away
Space now bereft;
A change of heart
~~~~~~~~~
Empty space
Nothing much here;
Going away present
~~~~~~~~~
Odd couple here
East meets West;
Lovely colours
~~~~~~~~~
Old lady sells
Daily newspapers;
Sidewalk news sermon
~~~~~~~~~
Humid hot day
Fiery sun bombards;
SPF29 still tans
~~~~~~~~~
Morning crystal ball
Mirror exposure;
Wrinkles and grey hair
~~~~~~~~~
Earthquake tremors
Nepalese tragedy;
So many deaths
~~~~~~~~~
Sense deep loss
Houses collapsing;
Hard times overwhelm
~~~~~~~~~
Tears and pain
Sorry affairs;
Disaster recovery
~~~~~~~~~
Poise styles
Heavy hearts mourn;
News highlights tell
~~~~~~~~~
Crimson colours
A red sun burns;
Rain dilutes blaze
~~~~~~~~~
Young lady walks
Brown poodle;
Shoes on canine feet
~~~~~~~~~
Just fancy that:
Bad reviews *****;
Footsteps retreat
~~~~~~~~~
Breezy dandelions
Cottony seeds fly;
Swirling sensations
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
17 May 2015
Singapore
Repenting Enduring Repeating
Lost in an abyss of thoughts
Disappointments oblivion brought.
Self-centered loathing caught.
This, instead of perfection sought.
Confusion instead of understanding –
Weariness instead of perkiness –
Paranoia instead of certainty –
This, instead of gladness sought.
Why? I read words and want to cry.
I seek hope, but wish to die.
I have lost the will to try.
This, never-ending onslaught…
Bombards my former good thoughts.
And to life, has a great void brought.
Satan’s sickness…must have been caught.
This, instead of perfection sought.
Stop. Stop! Stop and set an ending –
Remember moments of happiness –
Look around and see reality –
Accept the good gifts that life has brought.
There is too much beauty to wail and cry.
Life is good; wish not to die.
Endure to the end…always try.
Disregard evil onslaughts.
I will let God’s beauty fill my thoughts.
Accept the love that to earth He brought.
Sing His hymns; find great joy sought.
Receiving perfection by His blood bought.
(Repenting…enduring…repeating…)
© July 9, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Noble northern lights
illuminate the
nocturnal sky
(a gift from the
Solar Kingdom):
an extreme G5 s*T*o*R*m
hammers a little
blue marble
BLISSfully violent
yellow god-star bombards
incorrigible northern Kingdom
firing plasma out of
golden fingers
poking fragile magnetic womb
mocking creeping missions
(led by mercurial demons
floundering in forever wars)
Inept kings bathe in
stunning aurora
oblivious to wily
worms chewing through
the Global Brain
reveling in regressive
annihilation
(on a glorious bloody day!)
Click on the World
vaporize your finger-->!
mismanage escalation
meditate on
a yellow book
whispering wisdom
lying low
inhaling/exhaling
yellow dust (*~*~*)
whispering through flipping
coins & changing lines
_ -- _ -- _ -- _
unable to access
the Answer
in dimming light
Please reboot us
Please forgive us
Please END the Game
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