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There is nothing normal about me.
I’m unnaturally arranged.
I’m artificially artistic and gifted
With a quirky quantum brain.
Billions babble like me
But not one of us’ the same.
It’s a calculated risk to freely
Unleash me all the same.
There’s another voice inside of me.
It wasn’t there before and now I feel deranged.
Telling me to do these things I’d never do.
Forcing me to think outside the box.
Is this really air that I’m breathing?
Are you really there or am I just grieving?
Who has all the answers to my questions?
"Who am I? Why am I here?
Am I alive? Am I aware?”
“Is this stuff on my head
Really hair?”
I run my fingers through it.
I feel there’s something to it.
That in another life
I must’ve been a Super star!
For engraved behind my skull
I feel some raised brail-like scar.
I can’t quite make out its meaning
It may simply just be numbers,
Hieroglyphics or a Chinese scan bar.
Perhaps, I wasn’t even born at all
Manufactured in a place called,
IQ Implant Enhancements,
Or Androids Are Us, down at the local mall.
I seem to be playing music in my head.
Perhaps, it’s a small android violinist.
I seem to be humming with him, “Amazing Grace.”
The harmonies put a strange smile on both our faces.
It pauses and takes a moment to look out my eyes.
The world comes into focus, and it gasps,
“What the...”
I can't believe you're that naive to really think the rule of law has always been civil.
Read a bit of history and you will see those with political agendas disregard the rules and regulations. For them the rule of law just does not matter.
The rule of law is always civil? Ask Snowden and Assange. Ask Tara Reede who had to flee this country because she accused the current president of something worse than sexual harassment!
Talk with those who suffered through racial inequality and Native Americans consigned to live inside those reservations. Talk with the Irish and Chinese, and every ethnic minority.
Greedy men in power don't hesitate to break the law and are seldom caught, in fact are praised by those who benefit from that blood money!
Listen to the warning. It's decades old: "Beware the military/industrial complex," and those in search of ultimate political power.
I'm sorry, friend. Your mind is cursed because the incivility of law is only getting worse!
I taught a Chinese friend a new word:
which was 'bollocks,' surprisingly he didn't
know what that meant and threatened to
look up the meaning of it on Google.
I told him not to worry - we'll think of
something else but he had other ideas;
when he got home that evening, he decided
to try out the new word on his wife.
She greeted him by asking how his day
had been - to which he replied: 'bollocks!'
She was surprised and asked him, 'Pardon?',
This was ignored and asked other questions.
'Did you go to supermarket - he said: 'bollocks.'
'I'll slap you if you say once more,' 'bollocks.'
Hip, Hip, Hurray!
January 1 is New Year's Day!
Is it special in any form or way?
Is there anything special in the Heavens to see?
--Not there that I know of, or under the sea.
The day is not marked by significant event;
Not by Christmas, or Easter, or the Six Weeks of Lent.
Yet perhaps we've a 'clean slate' at the start of the year?
Tell me: Does yesterday's baggage poof! disappear?
And is everything really so new and so fresh?
Did we empty and burn all of last year's trash?
Now, the Chinese and Jewish New Years have real meaning;
But January 1, alas, seems a tad overweening.
--Oh, hang all this negativity! Enough of this rot!
I'm goin' out New Year's Eve; January 1's all I've got!
Deep sky-blue, a neat bit darker on wings,
And a cool piece paler below,
With calm white under it
To feed and clean trees, from perches,
Male Mountain Bluebirds hunt insects,
Or toppingly while on the wing
With their long wings, hovering flight,
And marvelously quick dives, yet
Females are lovely brown tinged with grey
With cute tinges of pale blue in the wings
Pretty Tail likewise the wings
Andy and Sody are my old sparrow friends
What do you do in so windy winter? I asked
Sody said "her nest is the best" Andy agreed
I gave to them a pouch of grains- Asian pearl millets,
Some Indian fresh sesames as well as
A sack of Indonesian berry with Chinese natural brown sugar
I took my mum to slimming world
On every Tuesday night
She’d get her finest glad rags on
And beam with sheer delight
Not much of an adventure,
On the way she’d barely speak.
But she’d set her sights on glory
As the slimmer of the week.
With eager expectation
We queued up by the scales
Catching surreptitious glances
“Has she come off the rails ? “
“Shoes off please and on the scales”
Then handing in your book,
You felt your pulse start racing
When you dared to take a look
“Just a half pound gain this week”
“But don’t get too despondent “
The lady scribbled in mum’s book,
Like a weight gain correspondent.
“Have you checked the scales” said Mum
“They simply can’t be right ?”
“I think they need to be reset
Because I didn’t weigh that last night ?”
“Are you staying for the chat ?”
Said the slimming world consultant
“We’ve got some bars for you to try”
And mum looked quite exultant
“Would you like a raffle ticket ?”
I can still picture the scene,
When they drew your numbers out
And you won an aubergine.
“So how’s your week been Linda ?
Did you keep track of your syns ? “
“I just had lots of chicken breasts
But I didn’t eat the skins “
“Mark - our slimmer of the week !
Share your story with the group”
“I just ate Quorn and Quark all week
And pints of lentil soup”
Mum kept smiling all the time
While others told their tales of woe,
A Chinese meal that took its toll
Or a Hot Dog at the show
Brenda stormed out of the room
Just looking for attention.
“ I’ve not put on 3 pounds” she screamed
It’s just water retention
“See you all next week” said Sue
The hall’s needed by the Vicar
Mark, smiling smugly, swaggered out
Showing off his latest sticker.
On the way back in the car
Mum was smiling, full of glee
I said “what are you so pleased about? “
She said “ They’re all bigger than me”
learned nothing from the past
by faces drawn in a smile
we're spinning over it like on a carousel
and again, each time it makes us vomit, we remain stunned
we're leisurely starting to resemble like hamsters
cramming into our gob more than we can handle
ignoring reality frantically spinning in that wheel
now
the stores are closed
playgrounds are enclosed
how little did we appreciate small things
by social distance
desolate supermarket shelves
and respirators reserved for the younger ones
they have put a price tags on seniors' heads
(thank you for your service)
it is defeating that online shopping holds lessons from morality
(thank you amazon and eBay)
it is defeating that without us our home is healing, rebuilding
(I'm sorry mother for I have sinned)
order to keep our social distance at 2m
revealed all the distances in our personal spaces
(the dead are always giving the lecture to the living ones:
regret is a measure of life)
we will survive medically
but socially
we all live our choices
putting on a mask as an escape from death
made us envisage
that piece of fabric is a metaphor
for words left unspoken
for words that shouldn't have been spoken
for smiles which didn't have the weight
for smiles hidden from aerosol
(life is reduced to breathing)
governments are screaming:
this is reality
this is reality
every now and then a new projection flashes in cyberspace:
it's Chinese
it's American
(Americans blame the Chinese, Iranians blame the Americans: During that Russian roulette, Italy got shot)
it's G5
it 's micro-chipping
it's nature
it escaped
it is here
I can see how paths of our society bifurcate
(it's almost palpable)
will we choose a rightful trajectory
or
pave the way for some new prejudices,
some new conflicts
Rainy deluge
Wetness clouds;
Moody day
~~~~~~~~~
Sitting still
Thoughts subside;
Just being
~~~~~~~~~
Stray stopover
Fluffy white snow;
Harsh elements
~~~~~~~~~
Death configures
Body at rest;
Time cut short
~~~~~~~~~
Snowy cascade
Fluffy feel;
Freezing here
~~~~~~~~~
Old-timers
Strolling hand-in-hand;
Lifetime of love
~~~~~~~~~
Brisk snowfall
Wild swirls here;
White splashes
~~~~~~~~~
Wet departure
Goodbye kiss;
Sad glimpses
~~~~~~~~~
Cold winds blow
Misty wild;
Wintry beauty
~~~~~~~~~
Old hands clutch
Strolling together;
Fond memories
~~~~~~~~~~
Howling wind
Facial caress;
Abrupt moment
~~~~~~~~~
Wind howling
Passing my way;
Stillness loiters
~~~~~~~~~~
Angry hands
White walls echo;
Primal angst
~~~~~~~~~
Workday jigsaw
Frustration swells;
Angry climax
~~~~~~~~~
Hand-in-hand
Evening interlude;
Bliss sublime
~~~~~~~~~
Steep ascent
Happy surprise;
Wonder awaits
~~~~~~~~~~
Chinese tea
Yunnan glimpses;
Eight years since
~~~~~~~~~
Fragrant bite
Chocolate ganache cake;
Ecstasy sums
~~~~~~~~~
Silent stillness
Quiet contemplation;
Devotional
~~~~~~~~~
Joy wears well
Facial contours;
Happy eyes light
~~~~~~~~~
My darling sleeps
Speaks softly;
Pillow caress
~~~~~~~~~
Moments brief
Crystalline tears;
Grief saturates
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
25 April 2017
Singapore
Park bench encounter
Old man staring;
Faraway look
~~~~~~~~~
Financial district
Business downturn;
By this fringe
~~~~~~~~~
Stormy evening
Rain flows like oil;
Lightning dazzles
~~~~~~~~~
Lift landing
Blank faces congregate;
Alone together
~~~~~~~~~
Wind on my face
Rushing home;
Rain water wets
~~~~~~~~~
Somnolent interlude
Cricket musical;
Deep dark night
~~~~~~~~~
One by one
Bougainvilleas wither;
Floral carpet
~~~~~~~~~
Pre-war terrace house
Old time architecture;
Four bougainvillea pots
~~~~~~~~~
Bus stop crowd
Two others plus me;
A long wait
~~~~~~~~~
Chinese barbecue pit
Chinese roast meat shop;
Long customer queue
~~~~~~~~
Unique antiques
Old proprietor smiles;
Curious shop sign
~~~~~~~~~
Fashion parade
Glamour girls waltz;
Runway postures
~~~~~~~~~
Beer and buzz
Evening outing;
Boozy conversations
~~~~~~~~~
Parkway passage
Playground gossip;
Maids chatter
~~~~~~~~~
Hymn of morning
Birdsong choral;
Lost in translation
~~~~~~~~~
Huge ancient tree
Witness to change;
Silent sentinel
~~~~~~~~~
Humid overtures
Sun without wind;
Temperature runs riot
~~~~~~~~~
Chit-chat moment
Old lady neighbour;
Market trip
~~~~~~~~~
Weary legs struggle
Heavy load in tow;
Footsteps homeward
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
24 June 2016
Singapore
2025.2.2, CNY 5th day
There are twelve Zodiac in Chinese Fung Shiu.
Rat, Ox, Tiger, Hare, Dragon and Snake
Horse, Goat, Monkey, Rooster, Dog and Boar.
There were terms "Tam hop, Tu s/xung.
Meaning three for, four against.
Best matches are in the following strict order.
Rat, Dragon and Monkey.
Ox, Snake and Rooster.
Tiger, Horse and Dog.
Worse against are
Rat vs Horse, Hare vs Rooster,
Dragon vs Dog, Ox vs Goat
Tiger vs Monkey, Snake vs Boar.
These rules apply to all partnership and life long relationships.
If one does not believe it, one will face the consequences,
Especially when comes to worse matches.
All of the above was my knowledge,
Before I converted to Christian.
Chinese culture soon will be forgotten,
Resulted by mix races marriages.