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My messed-up mind has always been messy,
A hundred voices talking at once about anything and everything:
The Parsi, the Persian, perhaps the weather,
Or evergreen jakkalsbessies.
Clarity and clear thinking weren't happening;
Chaos and confusion were rife
In a mind so messy.
A hurricane of ideas, but no focus to execute them,
A whirlwind of thoughts, but unable to prioritise them,
Reams and reams of paper filled with to-do lists,
Yet no executive function to begin them.
Trying to navigate life this way was exhausting.
It affected everyone and everything around me;
Doing anything became daunting,
And all I could do was keep apologising
As I tried to navigate this labyrinth called life.
Without the necessary tools for the journey—
No map, no compass, no GPS to guide me.
This was my mind, my life, until I turned thirty-three.
Then a miracle was sent to me:
A doctor, and a diagnosis of ADHD.
In finding and understanding the truth,
I gained clarity through the static.
It was like finding a lighthouse in the fog,
A safe haven, symbolic of everything I had been seeking.
Things soon changed.
From that moment on, I became pragmatic.
I could see the path through the thicket.
With the right help, I started seeing clearly;
I started excelling,
Even when everything around me felt noisy,
Chaotic, and overwhelming.
And although my thoughts still sometimes feel scattered,
Or full of static,
Moments of exceptional focus,
Creativity, and insight still emerge,
Though often sporadic.
So although my mind is often full of static,
I can find clarity through it.
It feels like magic.
I've found a way to seek clarity
Without removing the static;
It emerges through it,
Like a signal through the noise,
Though occasionally there's still interference.
But a messy mind will never be completely mess-free.
There will always be some clutter to tidy up.
Yet I've learned to live with it,
And no longer mistake my differences
For something that needs fixing.
Im still yet to hyper focused on OCD. Where cleanliness is a main priority.
Why does your heart get fluttered so?
And you are feeling happy whenever that person
Is near?
Can’t help but smile
And laugh for no reason
Are you in a state of absolute giddiness
Lightheaded, uncontrollably warm fuzziness?
And clear thinking is definitely out of the way
Lol
You tried to concentrate but it’s no use
And suddenly burst out laughing
You can’t help
But that smile seems stuck on your face
Ok
You got work to do
And you just want to sit here
Thinking of that person
Ahh, you are a bad one
Slacking on the job
But oh well
You are in a trance
Fixed
No cure
Lost cause
You are in the abyss
Flying
Floating
Slipping
You are in an unknown territory
And you are not knowledgeable
Are you going to get lost?
You are not sure
But you know you don’t want to be found
Lost forever
In the hypnotic spell
Ok, wake up
Your co worker is talking to you
:)
If no signal fires a mental wasteland blazing passion,
Angelic vibes are only found through third-eye action
You'll feel less discomfort if you're into the ideal aura
Life is not naughtiness, disdain, nihilism, or oxymora
Be selfish, but invest your life in an act that can last
Before ceding to entropy, face qualms and hit aghast
Freedom is to be oneself without asking permission
Be caring and vest a mark—even if it faces suspicion
You are not bound by this body, intellect, or reality
You are unimpeded mental alertness and eternity
Prayer opens the third eye and links one to space
The spine-full mind travels across key psych places
These nodes agape consciousness to cosmic awareness
Divine corridors—yet eons of vacuity obscure fairness
Vipassana is being mindful of this staple life reality
Spirituality aligns, awakens, and merges life's vitality
Assume your previous assumptions proved correct
You learn you agnize less than you thread, in effect
With a third eye wide agaze, one can peer at foresight
When the truth appears, you will find out the real sight
Clear thinking requires the transcendence of cognition,
With a clear mind, hearing, and insight, reach fruition
After profound interior changes, you saw an upheaval,
Lucid dreams disclose our unconscious facts retrieval
Living with other-dimensional groups implies sharing
Your or other people's vitality isn't optimal or bearing
Wildflowers in the desert can survive without water,
They delve deep and trust that the rains will never falter
Altering makes us dance, as our hearts are dazing
This is a path to caring, inner sight, and stargazing.
Written: April 07, 2023
A wisdom download Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Listen and heed that gut feeling,
Know what you need with clear thinking.
Listen and see what now makes sense,
Set your heart free from feeble tense.
Listen and know the way of flow,
Your focus shows just what will grow.
Listen and feel the path you make,
Wonder can thrill each turn you take.
Listen and wait upon fond joy,
Here at soul's gate, watch love greet ploy.
Listen and stare with wonder's fill,
Go beyond cares to wise goodwill.
Listen and learn just how to live,
Grand bliss you earn with coins you give.
Listen and walk the way of peace,
Start your self-talk with happy ease.
Listen and live the best you can,
Learn to forgive the hurts life sends.
Listen and be your steadfast poise,
To be set free, live your own choice.
Leon Enriquez
15 February 2016
Singapore
{To be sung to the tune of "I see the light" from "Tangled"}
Good old days lurking in the shadows
Good old tears I cried, walking out
Good old times never are they going
No more can I doubt
All is clear thinking in the sunlight
All is clear, suddenly, I’m free
Singing now I take a bow
I can fully agree
And at last I know you’re right
And it's like I feel so gifted
And at last I know you’re right
And it's like I love your view
And it's not any time to fight
Just see how far we have drifted
All at once everything looks different
Love has broken through!
Good old days working on our love beam
Good old fears shoving down the drain
Good old times never fully knowing
You and all this strain
You are near thinking in the sunlight
You are near suddenly, I glow
Singing now I know somehow
I can see the rainbow
And at last I know you’re right
And it's like I feel so gifted
And at last I know you’re right
And it's like I love your view
And it's not any time to fight
Just see how far we have drifted
All at once everything looks different
Love has broken through!
Love has broken through!
10.31.2021
(When a couple end their fight, understanding their love for each other)
For Natasha L Scragg's "Change the Record" contest
I wish to have a do over
A truly fresh start
To have a new beginning
With a fully redeemed heart
To be more connected
More engaged in every part
Recognizing life's true blessings
Knowing, where Thou Art
I know my life has meaning
For I have listened to Your word
Crystal clear thinking
For Your lines are never blurred
When I call out to you, Jesus
I know that I am heard
For within my very being
My spirit is deeply stirred
Nothing compares to you Jesus
The world's allure, it now seems pale
The things that I chased after
Now, seem so cold and stale
When I didn't heed Your spirit
I was destined then to fail
Until I reached for your hand
That was pierced by an iron nail
My God, is the God of new beginnings
Do overs and such things
My shackles fell away
Under the light that Jesus brings
My sins have been forgiven
I'm protected by His wings
Within the very Heavens
More than one Angel sings
When we embrace God's Kingdom
Our lives become true works of Art
New beginnings only matter
If we choose the right place to start
So place those heavy burdens
At the cross and press restart
Nothing compares to Jesus
He promises to heal your broken heart
My friend Christine Cloutier asked me if I had any poems on Fresh Starts so I wrote this one for her upcoming Art Exhibition. I am looking forward to reading this one and another poem called Better.
If you ever find yourself feeling low
Remember that you are no 'ordinary Joe'
You were truly always there for me.
In 1988, when things weren't so great
Separated from my family
You were truly there for me.
I was living in a fetid flophouse
A place meant solely for down-and-outers
Be they men or be they mouses.
You had mercy on my soul, Joe
Helped me move out of that hole
You were my sole damage control
You were truly there for me...
When I finally got my first teaching job
A full-time gig for part-time pay
You were there, Joe, to save the day.
At 2635 W Pratt you gave me a room
Saved me again from impending doom
Joe, you were truly there for me.
Then you delivered the coup de grace
Referred me to the director of a place
With a part-time teaching opening
That led me to a whole new weltauschtang
You rescued me living-wise twice, and that is nice
But even more than that your referral changed my life
As the faculty and student body of BRISK Academy
Led me to a place of clear thinking and sanity
And eventually paid me handsomely.
Joe, you are not one for accolades or praise,
But if I could, I'd give you a million-dollar raise
Because you were truly always there for me.
Thank you, Mr. Joe Bulgatz
Whenever I was in need, you were truly a friend in deed.
April 24, 2018
Law of attraction, one's mastered their own universe mentally,
Attract positive thought process to manifest,
Worry a magnet for negatively
Optimism produce healthy life, health, and wealth,
Faith, forgiveness, and freedom, law of attraction stimulate,
Ageless, abundance, achievement, ambition, and a well-being, brought on with clear thinking,
Trust the process and self,
Thankfulness bring more blessings,
Risk-taking,
Achieve goals with faith,
Command every desire into existence,
Tap into intuition; mediation,
Inspire to be inspired,
Open-mind brings success,
Nurture self; ours
To think clearly
What we see in our daily life is like a hastily iPhone photo
Lacking depths and smiles not reaching the eyes
Accept what is written in newspapers and for our political
Based and false information written by those who are
Interest is to convey to us their opinion, which consists
Of their prejudices based on the politics of their leaders.
Independent thinking is a struggle it is so easy to accept
The official thoughts of today, but also to clear one own
Biases like and dislikes.
What I fear can be more difficult is to clear the mind of as
We wash the mind of excess childhood beliefs and since
This endeavour is an impossible task, we must know all
Pinons are tainted; we are influenced by what we read
And of the environment that marked us.
My messed-up mind has always been messy,
A hundred voices talking at once about anything and everything:
The Parsi, the Persian, perhaps the weather,
Or evergreen jakkalsbessies.
Clarity and clear thinking weren't happening;
Chaos and confusion were rife
In a mind so messy.
A hurricane of ideas, but no focus to execute them,
A whirlwind of thoughts, but unable to prioritise them,
Reams and reams of paper filled with to-do lists,
Yet no executive function to begin them.
Trying to navigate life this way was exhausting.
It affected everyone and everything around me;
Doing anything became daunting,
And all I could do was keep apologising
As I tried to navigate this labyrinth called life.
Without the necessary tools for the journey—
No map, no compass, no GPS to guide me.
This was my mind, my life, until I turned thirty-three.
Then a miracle was sent to me:
A doctor, and a diagnosis of ADHD.
In finding and understanding the truth,
I gained clarity through the static.
It was like finding a lighthouse in the fog,
A safe haven, symbolic of everything I had been seeking.
Things soon changed.
From that moment on, I became pragmatic.
I could see the path through the thicket.
With the right help, I started seeing clearly;
I started excelling,
Even when everything around me felt noisy,
Chaotic, and overwhelming.
And although my thoughts still sometimes feel scattered,
Or full of static,
Moments of exceptional focus,
Creativity, and insight still emerge,
Though often sporadic.
So although my mind is often full of static,
I can find clarity through it.
It feels like magic.
I've found a way to seek clarity
Without removing the static;
It emerges through it,
Like a signal through the noise,
Though occasionally there's still interference.
But a messy mind will never be completely mess-free.
There will always be some clutter to tidy up.
Yet I've learned to live with it,
And no longer mistake my differences
For something that needs fixing.
Im still yet to hyper focused on OCD. Where cleanliness is a main priority.