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I'm a retired policeman
Could find the hidden clue
Became a detective for hire
Gave me something to do.
Got a text from a man named Mark
looking for a friend named Kate.
Wanted me to overturn each stone
and to find her city, state.
I remembered Celia
The woman I'd lost
We'd broken up and gone our ways
And then I felt the cost.
So I thought I understood
What Mark was trying to do
I wanted to do all I could
To make that love renew.
He knew what she went to school for
What town she lived in then
But that was 40 years or more
No more clues, where, what, or when.
I tried to locate this dame
But it was very hard.
So long ago, a school, a name
Lots of wrong turns to discard
I sent him photos to his phone
They all shared her name
He was uncertain, didn't know
My searching seemed in vain
Then I stumbled on something,
A detail and a thread,
Followed it and finally
Was sure where it led.
Told him I could call her
Give a message he could write
Then the plot got thicker
It got me real uptight.
He said he'd leave her alone
She wasn't really his old flame
Knowing her was traumatic
Knowing her was pain.
He said that she's in Utah
Not where he thought she'd be
He'd been wrong on his deductions
had left reality.
I thought he was crazy,
sorry I had located Kate
Hoped I hadn't done harm
Hoped it wasn't too late
I sent a message to her
Explained what Mark had tried
She laughed it off uncertainly
But underneath she cried.
Mark texted me again
He said a Mafia gassed him through the air
I informed his local police
My duty, I had to share.
Mark's madness remains
He wants to save you too
He warns of drugs that change the brain
The man has gone cuckoo.
As for me I'm now a painter
Draw pictures by the sea
Leaving PI was a no-brainer
Can't do harm with artistry.
"Let anyone among you without
sin be the first to throw a stone."
Jesus
my father taught me to keep my friends close
and my enemies even closer
to never let anyone know what I was thinking
and to smile a lot ...
"my mother taught me to love everyone, even my
enemies, those people who are mean and hateful to me,
oh, mom that is so hard to do, but you did it,
so I will try too"
so, I say to all my enemy, I forgive you, I really do
I forgive your hateful comments and ways
your lies, your gossip, and your lack of trust
you must live with your words and actions ...
"I hope and pray you will find a path to forgive
yourself, to change, but I will not keep your evil within me
for I must let it go as it is my only way to peace
I pray you find yours"
I find that to hold onto hate and evil is not healthy
it is an evil from the devil that grows and grows within
so enemy just let it go, stop your hateful ways ...
"I wish my enemy good thoughts for the new year
hoping you can find peace and tranquility in your life journey
because by being kind there just a beautiful life waiting for you ...
happy new year and my forgiveness
is my gift to you ..."
In-between worlds that hidden trance,
Where feelings swirl in mystic dance.
Watch shadows cast a deep dark sphere,
Not first nor last the secrets here.
In-between time where seasons move,
Watch reason rhyme to trace old grooves.
Watch how the light flings heaps of cheer,
Not just for sight but gladness dear.
In-between space where form does fill,
Watch tensile face attach new thrills.
Watch thought spread feel in tales that squeeze,
Ample sense will meet the cool breeze.
In-between sparks the moments swing,
Watch light and dark merge that sure fling.
Watch shadows deep come as form shades,
Emerge from sleep to live fond trade.
Leon Enriquez
04 April 2017
Singapore
I didn’t get to say goodbye to you
When you passed away out of the blue
I didn’t get to make it up to you
When I hurt you badly in rage and rue
I want to change, I do
But I can’t stop thinking of you
And the things I put you through
To be honest, it’s true —
I love you…
Come back, baby, come back
You aren’t afraid at all
When I want to stand tall
You aren’t afraid at all
When I walk this hopeful hall
You aren’t afraid at all
When I have my fist against the wall
You aren’t afraid at all
When my heart beats in appall
I didn’t mean to use you as a punching bag
When you were living life without a reason to brag
I didn’t mean to manipulate you and damage
The relationship we once had — it’s a lot of emotional baggage
I want to change, I do
But I can’t stop thinking of you
And the things I put you through
To be honest, it’s true —
I love you…
Come back, baby, come back
You aren’t afraid at all
When I want to stand tall
You aren’t afraid at all
When I walk this hopeful hall
You aren’t afraid at all
When I have my fist against the wall
You aren’t afraid at all
When my heart beats in appall
I’m sorry for everything I do
That harmed you in any way
I haven’t a clue, haven’t a clue
You’ve gone away, gone away
I’m sorry for not holding you close with pride
I suppose I’ll be moving on now…I’ll make it up to you I vow
I love you, I didn’t know you were hurting inside
I’m sorry you died, I can’t recover completely somehow
I want to change, I do
But I can’t stop thinking of you
And the things I put you through
To be honest, it’s true —
I love you…
Come back, baby, come back
You aren’t afraid at all
When I want to stand tall
You aren’t afraid at all
When I walk this hopeful hall
You aren’t afraid at all
When I have my fist against the wall
You aren’t afraid at all
When my heart beats in appall
I’m sorry I let you down
You aren’t afraid at all when you left this earth, my shimmering sun
I’m sorry I wear this frown
Hopeless and feeling guilty for not giving you quite enough attention
I’ll get over what I have done to you
Eventually, I’ll forgive myself too
But, know I love you from the start
Even when you’re gone, I’ll take heart
I watch it grow from a plant into a tree, I watch it grow to rescue you and me, I water it with my sweat and nurture it with my breath and in the early morning I absorb its substance in my knee.
See them growing in the wild bearing the penalty for that painful sacrifice; they are there to shelter you and me from the sun, the rain and the miserable pain, and when life gets troublesome and the tides rises above your head, you can reach for its branch to take you across the land.
The morning comes alive with the grinding machine in my ears bellowing through the wall and penetrating my ear drum, while the music shouts from the top of the hill.
The black bird mating in the coconut tree flies into the ackee tree and then back into the coconut balling out with a wired sound that I could not figure out .Although they were mating they were trying to tell me something but I could not understand only a bird watcher could tell me what it is about.
Today is a special day and I hope that blessing will come your way. I keep all my thoughts together and try desperately to figure out this chapter before the next natural disaster.
There is a special time in space that is flying all over the place, they have not gotten the grip of time and it keeps slipping on the ship. They must focus on the lightening and the thunder and the wind will come after, then the message will be clear on the direction and the position that is hanging over there.
You didn’t do it right this time or everyone would be standing in line, with a plate and a dish looking at the horizon and the rivers breaking its banks.
There is a little hole on the side of the space station, it looks like a valve that can open and close, when its open you get the wind and when its closed you get the water., you have got do it all over again for no one will be speared except mercy flow from heaven. they will never change unless heaven breaks through the gate.
Two days wrapped in one singing a happy song, two hearts joined together listening to the weather. Come and amuse me today.
The morning air to which I have awoken
whispers softly upon me, the subtle signs of change.
For the aroma of distant fire has joined the newly fallen snow
to greet me in the dim of dawn, declaring -
that time has at long last carried me safe and whole,
to this final season wherein I might take my rest.
And though I know that the coming days be short
with fleeting strength of light and warmth.
Yet, I relish to behold the delicate beauty
and symbolic purity of a world adorned in white.
Which in joy lifts my heart not only to recall
the dear memories of seasons past,
but to as well look forward into the brilliance of white
which lies beyond… the driven snow.
How quickly the pivot point flips and flops,
like a see-saw tipping from side to side.
As soon as you start to win the debate
the focus veers to a new direction
towards the oblivious distraction,
to ease the pain that intense thought can cause,
or the humiliation of defeat.
If you're in trouble, change the topic slightly
away from what's known to unknown terrain
to "Yes, But" and "What about" and "How Come".
Such subtle diversions create mayhem
deviously dragging the plot away
to irrelevancies and bogus tracks,
to oblivious irresolution.
Obliterate the devious diversions tricks
especially aspersions about you.
Learn to recognize the signs beforehand.
Learn how to lever the game back on the track,
Guard against oblivion's trap door.
Learn to stay vigilant, on track with what you know about.
For diversion to ignorance is oblivious bliss.
Not a word
I say with my tongue
That you will believe.
Truth coming from my heart
Lies falling on your ears
And you believe what you want to believe.
Not a word
I will write on your skin
That it is fake
Like the plastic smiles
Hypocrites wear.
Everytime
You say to me
That I'm lying,
It kills my soul
By tearing me into pieces
Like a hungry, angry lioness.
Not a word
My friend
I will ever tell you
And you will take it for what it is.
You have built a wall of fear around you;
It is truth-proof as in bullet-proof as in love-proof.
It hurts,
It is just disappointing
That I can not get to your heart
To whisper to it
How you're the one for me
And that I will be waiting for you.
I hate to say that
I'm officially giving up
As in giving in my resignation
For this job was not meant for me.
I can not melt a heart of stone
Nor love he who doesn't believe he can love
For he can never love in return
Unless he learns to love.
I hate to say
That it is all over;
My imagination,my fantasy!
That I can no longer wait
For a mute to speak.
There are no miracles there
Just as,
There are no miracles in love.
I hate to say goodbye
But I love to say goodbye
When my efforts are trashed to chuff
Like it all has been in vain;
For I don't want to be
Called a failure or dirty loser!
Worriers don't quit
They live as the worriers they are
But filled with worries.
I want to be free
Like a bird
And fly high
And soar in the air
Like an eagle
For I'm a conquerer
Not of hearts
But of hopeless romance
That yields not
A drop of lasting laughter.
Not a word
Have I said today
That is not true.
But like I said
You believe what you want to believe
For not a word
Is going to change your heart
Or redeem our love!
Walking Away
There was a good job offer in Chicago, but I was forced to say no, because it interfered with my goals. There was a position rejection at my place of employment, and I decided my best move was to leave. I took my heart and soul to build a church in Mississippi, but failed and departed disappointingly.
I once faced ‘a fork in the road’ in which one direction was paved with freshness and remember when’s. I looked long and struggled emotionally, and nearly took the path that was also paved with lots of pain. Making right choices isn’t always the easy way; but if the way is wrong, the only choice is to walk away.
Situations of ‘let downs’ and ‘put downs’ seemed to be ‘the story of my life’ for much of my life. In spite of disappointments, our lives can still be a happy one of service and fulfillment. Let come what may, and let say what will; at the end of the day, it’s best to walk away.
Sure, I walked away from things, and my decisions seemed the best for me and family. But I have no real regrets, because through it all, life has been good; and God is good too. But I cannot imagine how things would have been, had I not chosen appropriately to walk away. Cj12142015(contest PS)
Famous Last Line
But I cannot imagine how things would have been, had I not chosen appropriately to walk away. In '92, my life became a sacrifice, and I quickly stepped aside, never seeking position or recognition. There were emotional pains and no self gains; The wounded had to be attended to; important things had to be done, but in the midst of the important, priority was of the essence. It would take time for healing, but the great physician was indeed making house calls for those who would dare take His medicine.*
I found solace from the radio. One afternoon, I heard a song over the radio that immediately took my mind back more than 20 years. It was a sweet memory and ‘a great mental and emotional get away’. The song was entitled, “Maybe It Was Memphis”; a song about two young people telling about how they met and how right it was. On this particular day, it was a country song that did the job for me.
040108 ( Edited and condensed 2/26/2016 for PS Contest, “Famous Last Line”, and posted 02272016*Leadership Crisis at a Church
Pull out the easel
set the canvas
positioned long and slender clean slate.
Sketch the figures huddled and dark-bound hostage
to charcoal-cooled coals
etching in shadow images;
Faceless entities
slipping in and out the background
earth-toned sojourners accepting, alone, quiet, dying;
Still the images in silence
hard and disfigured
grotesque horrors in place;
Somber soul-drained eyes
skeletal socket holes
buried in the heart and mind;
Let tears fall down their cheeks
in wonder, awe, and
fear of what happens next.
Acrylic primers dilute the wash in the storyline
flaking and cracking
tearing each soul and truth away;
Polyptych blended burnish bleeds
quiet, soft exuding
whimpered cries, asking why;
Chiaroscuro collages of death from life
fading to diluent breaths
the heartbeat of an unholy silence;
Graded gouache monochrome scraper boards
releasing sfumatos of singularities
communal lives sacrificed
Varnish the final rendition
camouflage the realities,
the actuality of what it represents,
Time immemorial in genocidal atrocities
of Native Americans, Cambodians, Hawaiians,
Jews, Rwandans, Bosnia, Darfur,.
When does it stop?
The never-ending list
life is more precious than this
until change comes
Paint the Picture Black and Gray
pray
then act.