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IT'S NOT THE FLU MY DYING FRIEND.
IT'S NANO TECHNOLOGY RESIDING WITH IN.
LET ME HELP YOU UNDERSTAND,
POPULOUS CONTROL OF MODERN MAN.
THE THOUGHTS OF GOVERNMENT,
WE ARE JUST SHEEPLE.
WITH NANO TECHNOLOGY,
THEY CONTROL ALL THE PEOPLE.
IF YOU DARE RAISE YOUR FIST,
YOUR YOUR NAME IS ADDED TO A GOVERNMENT LIST.
TODAY THEY CALL IT A FEMA CAMP.
A BETTER WAY TO KNOW WHERE YOUR'E AT.
THEY USE THE DRONES TO PATROL THE SKIES.
TYPE IN YOUR SOCIAL AND SOON YOU DIE.
THERE IS NO ESCAPE UNLESS YOU LIVE UNDERGROUND.
YOU LIVE LIKE A MOLE TILL THE DAY YOU ARE FOUND.
THERE IS SOMETHING ELSE, THAT YOU SHOULD KNOW.
THIS ALL STARTED LONG AGO.
WE WERE DEALT THIS DEADLY BLOW,
WHEN WE MADE CONTACT WITH UFO'S
Lost am i
pondering over thoughts
lost in lines
faded in legend.
Before like a belive o the jews
so sealed was my faith
accepting all without question
beliving without thinking.
Authors and pens
wrote the tales
mortals and angels
gave it a name.
"the beautiful ones are not yet born"
i dare to doubt
like a religious rebel
rise i in revolt.
I belived once in the written pages
but now i see what lies in our ages
darlings and dears
with perfect smiles,such cherubic
faces.
I behold with every passing day
new brand of mortals striving forth
with each set of crystaline teeths
and when they walk? Ah well
measured feet.
I see our angels in the skin of girls
and ladies
our gods and lords in clothing of
youthful men
i see those witten words fading away
and a new dawn paving its way.
If factually were those words
"the beautiful ones are not yet born"
i defy them,for now we are borne
or still dare i but to ask, what then are
we?
I see so many wrapped up in rage,
it consumes them all despite their age,
anger not caused by crimes they’ve suffered,
but by ideas that some have proffered,
brought about by those malicious lies
that a person must ‘identify,’
then rant and cry as if there victims,
and some how absolved of any sin.
Brought about by scorning tradition,
and making choices supremely dumb,
not finding solace in family,
but believing they’ll ‘change history.’
The crux of it, of their angry fate,
is the need of humans to feel great,
we all feel it, but how it’s fulfilled
leads them to talking a bitter pill.
Rather then having kids of their own,
to take pride in when they are grown,
rather than build their abilities
and achieve greatness that all can see,
they instead proclaim that they’re ‘heroes,’
off fighting the power, don’t you know,
and when all the world seems ‘villainy’
it’s required that you be angry.
When something can make you feel that way
you’ll do anything to make it stay,
like a junkie seeking the first high…
the things you will do to feel alive…
Say man is woman, and women men,
take a whole sex and disparage them,
say one skin is fine, all others jerks,
pillory those folks who dare to work,
cling to ideas that killed millions,
wish your own culture to be undone,
ignore all the truths you plainly see,
to feel righteous from being angry.
This is what makes them feel good in life,
loosing that cuts worse than any knife,
they’ll proclaim you should lose all your speech,
then they’ll tell you what to think and preach,
what you should eat, and do for a job,
and dictate to you your thoughts on God,
convinced they’re elite, they’ve got it right,
that utopia is within sight,
making politics substitute faith,
so all not onboard ‘deserve’ their hate…
and their lies the great hypocrisy,
their anger is warmed up tyranny.
Their false righteousness won’t turn the page,
you can’t go backwards to a ‘better’ age,
leaving them stuck in an endless loop,
making them angry and lifelong dupes,
with little chance of finding some peace,
their addiction offers no release,
they’ll scream ‘anti-fascist,’ roam the street,
looking for random people to beat,
they’ll double down and will never find
that they are trapped in childish minds,
it must suck hard to be so PC,
forced to forever be so angry.
In halls once filled with promise bright,
A shadow creeps and dims learning's light.
Reform, a word with noble aim,
Now, threatens all in education's name.
Standardized tests, a rigid cage,
Confine young minds upon the page.
Creativity withers on the vine,
As rote replaces reason's shine.
Teachers, once guided with passion true,
Now struggle 'neath a system skewed.
Their art is reduced to data points,
Their calling is lost in policy's joints.
Oh, the irony of good intent,
How quality became so bent.
In case of scores and rankings high,
We've let true learning's essence die.
But hope remains if we but choose,
To break these bonds, our schools infuse
With substance rich and wisdom deep,
And from this slumber, knowledge reap.
Let's nurture curiosity's flame,
Embrace the joy in learning's game.
Revive conditions ripe for growth,
Where minds can flourish, reaching both
For stars above and roots below,
In soil where understanding grows.
Public education must not fall,
Its promise still can serve us all.
So let us turn, with urgent care,
To mend this system in despair.
Improve, infuse, and reimagine,
A future bright for education.
For in these classrooms, large and small,
Lies potential to transform us all.
If we but dare to change our course,
And tap into learning's truest source.
Pure is the devotion of love so young
Fragile is the emotion of love so young
Tender is the heart that beats so true
Confused over feelings that are new
You want to confess but you do not dare
For what if these feelings are not shared
Haunted by a love you cannot pursue
Misery and pain overshadow you
Sweet and sour love brings pleasure and pain
Brave or coward is the name of the game
Then out of the blue
They confess their love for you
A thousand suns are dimmed by your smile
Walking on air for a hundred miles
Happy is life for love found you
Sharing your heart with that someone true
But without warning the love ends
Heart so broken it cannot mend
Pitiful and lonely angry and sad
You hate the world that once made you glad
Family and friends comfort and care
Your pals let you know they are always near
Picking up the pieces of a shatter heart
You learn to glue life back part by part
Never can you forget your first love
Etch onto your soul is your first love
Life has mercy even when cruel
New loves will happen to us crazy fools
Fragile are the emotions of love so young
Pure is the devotion of love so young
If you knew, you would understand.
If you cared, you'd try.
If you don't you're underhand,
so why not tell me goodbye.
I am not a stepping stone.
I am not a temporary thing.
I am not here to make you smile,
or for your bias happiness to bring.
This is life not just a test.
This is no rehearsal.
This is over for the best,
how about that for a reversal.
If it is given then give some back.
If it is beautiful share it.
If it is broke then let it be,
do not provoke nor dare it.
Farewell to you half heartedly.
Farewell to you ex lover.
Farewell for I have dignity,
and now I must recover.
Here comes
The frugal man,
He sums
What silence can.
No haste
Can hurry him,
No waste
Can push odd whim.
Here see
The noisy fake,
Do be
A stern good make.
Sense clear
The stupid kind,
Do dear
Frame peace of mind.
Make haste
To run away,
Blind waste
Can bleed this day.
Know well
How time is harsh,
Just dwell
Not in a marsh.
Be plain
In simple terms,
To gain
A wholesome germ.
Dare live
Your vivid feel,
Just give
Love that can heal.
Right here
Dwells lavish grace,
Wear cheer
In fond embrace.
Leon Enriquez
25 August 2018
Singapore
11/6/22
Still I struggle to find the words
As I fight the urge
I'll either go under a tidal surge
Or make it out in the end I might emerge
Everyday, I've been getting carried away
Just putting myself closer to the stairway
Still they judge how dare they
Whatever happened to the concept of fairplay?
Down a path full of oak leaves
It's unclear where this road leads
Since it's still hidden behind a smokescreen
For my own needs
Always I go to the extreme
Still trying to be recruited by both teams
To it all I don't agree
I'm just trying to keep my nose clean
Continually I dig myself into a hole
And lose control
Slipping through the palm of my hand
It's all bad
Something people laugh at or call sad
Getting paid to clean up dog s***
It's no plot twist
Very little I've accomplished
This world's cold, I'm frostbit
Always I got lit
Putting something in my body that's toxic
The drink and drugs constant
I struggle to stop it
The problems could not fix
In the heart feels like I got shot with
Another bullet where it lodged and sits
I know that
Life can come with blowback
Due to our own acts
Can't just solve it with a glass of Cognac
Been years since I kissed or cried
No different this time
Look me in the eye
I admit I
Always get high
From the truth I'm not one bit shy
Does no good to just sit by
At that rate you will be quick to fry
Especially if you always let s*** fly
These are rules to live by
Far from coy or slick
With others people still toy with
I apologize If I have been a disappointment
Living life like it's just for enjoyment
Often I exploited
Instead of it being avoided
That was destroyed quick
By one button on a joystick
Continually the cash reeled in and coins flipped
Yet I was the downfall but no fingers need to be pointed
I just can't settle now
Continually with my mom I let her down
I struggle yet still mess around
It all makes me less than proud
All these devils and clowns
Across uneven surfaces far from ever being level ground
It started with several hounds
Now it's hundreds, you'd think with animals I've made a special vow
To stand to the line, no other choice I find'
That sand is where, the truth must now dare.
The earth having been ever the same
Since dawn of time, too fleet lifes wane'
I never drew this line untrue'
Articles of conflict; yet along it grew!
It was devised by perjured souls,
Who rail at eterity and Freedom whole
I say be glad your not their kin'
Their truth is lies, much steeped in sin!
The blackest circle of hell reserved I say
For such as who, devise these ways
To waylay truth, to twist pervert
I say resist these lies divert
Imagine to be born of them.?
Unfeeling almost anderiod; alien men
What woman could with such Congress?
All thought all input recoils, in complete digress.!
Rushing through each day, as if I had not a care,
head long toward the sun screaming, "catch me if you dare."
Dripping drabs of liquid sunshine burn my deft eye.
While seeking answers to the question, why, why! Why?
Into the sun I run, my skin so hot and dry,
as the dusky penciled pastels of twilight smear.
Through tight clinched lids the sun glares, blind I'll be I fear,
always grasping for truth, but my head just can't clear
my thoughts on the tautly stretched canvas of my mind.
Race and run and fill my lungs, still I fall behind
playing catch with the sun, and all I seem to find,
I'm racing toward the horizon of tomorrow.
Please, one more chance, for a moment I can borrow,
but blithe sun denies me, leaving me in sorrow,
while in the distance the light slowly fades to dark.
Truth or naught, who can say, the end is cold and stark
the meaning is lost in life's fading rainbow arc,
enveloping me in my sadness and despair.
Dripping drabs of liquid sunshine burn my deft eye
as the dusky penciled pastels of twilight smear
my thoughts on the tautly stretched canvas of my mind.
I'm racing toward the horizon of tomorrow
while in the distance the light slowly fades to dark
enveloping me in my sadness and despair.
07/29/16