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The mind rises in Love
and the heart lets fall its tears
The soul longs to reach what is above
and the pain mends its fears
The night unveils its shades
and the dream reveals its joys then disappears
The moon drops its light
and a blissful air the very soul wears.
*****
What is within
even under words skin
hard to see
decrypt and read
A ravishing power
a true Light
In the broad extent of dark
I would hide.
*****
A treasure..
a gift from the divine
that expands the world of the heart
feeds a craving
fuels a life
and here I am
rising..
in Love, I rise.
*****
A force waving into my soul
drifting a bewildered whole
as the hand of God
traces a path
weaves a life
I just have to quieten a storm
sense a bond
and willing be to attain a goal.
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The mind rises in Love
and the heart lets fall its tears
The soul longs to reach what is above
and the pain mends its fears
The night unveils its shades
and the dream reveals its joys then disappears
The moon drops its light
and a blissful air the very soul wears.
An echo in the cave, a rustle in the leaves
I hear a whisper
A sound
A message
To be delivered with haste, to the soldiers at the battlefront
Lest they fall
But the message comes encrypted
Periods where there should be commas
Questions where there should be answers
Blank spaces where there should be information
Up is down
Left is right
Nothing is as should be, and the order of the day, is
Chaos
And I wonder how I am to deliver a message
Which even I, don't understand
More haste, less speed
I waited, and bode my time
The stars of the night sky, the colours of the rainbow
They, for a moment
For just a moment
Come together, to create a beautiful picture
A clearer picture
Breaking the laws of the nature to decrypt the message, and teach me the first lesson
"Anything is possible"
Amidst all the chaos
Tears shed, friends gone
Time passed
Blood bled, errors made
Love lost
In the eye of the storm, there's calm
The whispers get louder and louder
And I get the message
Courage, is not the absence of fear, but the presence of an action, in the face of fear
Honesty, is telling the truth, without waiting to be asked
Hope, is seeing no road to where you want to go, but seeing yourself at your destination
Loyalty, is building a boat, and going down with the ship
Trust, is knowing that you can get hurt, but believing that you won't
And
Love, is giving, without wanting back
I thanked the rainbow, the stars, the wind
And all that helped me in writing this message
After I wrote down all I was told
I sealed it
And sent it to the soldiers at the battlefront
"The Meaning of Nothing"
They won the war
I'd like for us to spend the night together,
Within the dark fabric of the sky where stars are sparse,
To deeply inhale the mystery of a world concealed,
And to fly voiceless into a dream that never fades.
Let's wrap ourselves within the moon's dimmed carousel,
To decrypt the secret carried by the night's breeze,
Strewing kisses on your skin like autumn's fallen leaves,
That find their resting nest in the blaze of your existence.
May my hand slip over your moonlit shadow,
Till darkness drinks the dawn's first nectar blush,
Feeling my footsteps in your pulse, a silent fray,
And over all that's worldly, may we remain the lone petal.
Gliding through the silver seas that envelop us,
Carrying ourselves with ethereal grace on waves of light,
To join together in the echo of the night, gazing with awe,
Like two spirits known and entwined in dance's embrace.
Let's grasp that our love is an unbroken verse,
A living ode on silent notes, swathed in sightless days,
When the world's cool gaze meets us with indifferent stares,
And our embrace captures sparkle in the pallor of the sky.
Words come
To sum
Fine hum
Blunt sale
Brief tale
Short gale
Taut lines
Moots fine
Less brine
Tell all
Taste gall
Shape call
Less words
Now heard
Swift bird
Sculpt say
Word play
Brief way
Fond touch
As such
Tells much
Draft core
Just shores
Craft more
Words ripe
Moves tribe
Crisp vibes
Less works
Sure jerk
Brief flirt
Fresh take
Don't fake
Just take
Verse script
Decrypt
Touch tweaks
Prompt tell
Lines dwell
Cast spell
Scarce slot
Lift lots
Word plot
Quick start
Word art
Greets heart
Brief hold
Now sold
Pure gold
Leon Enriquez
19 June 2017
Singapore
In my pyramid of quartz,
Its shimmering crystal walls,
Help adjust my vibrations.
I will arise and touch the
God within; the bright crystals.
All souls must fly, at some point;
If not in meditation.
Soul flight reaches the source;
Touches God’s face and it
Brings in the light of the
God-mind; enlightening
all of those who touch God.
Here I learn to succeed.
For it's a crystals
Purpose to provide,
Energy to fly,
Into the ethers
With no earthly bulk.
When I fly in
Dreams, I must take
Time to decrypt,
What I’m given.
Archetypes,
Are symbols;
Conscious mind,
Does not,
Translate
Well.
This is just another tale from the
crypt another one bites the dust I
guess she didn't make the guest list,
just another enigma, that's what she
called me when she couldn't paint
this picture but I say she should've
just drunk from another pitcher,
assumptions turns into to a failed
attempt to someone who could
decrypt ya thoughts actions
emotions, and weeks later it still
hasn't soaked in, so it seeps in threw
the cracks of past feelings but I
refuse to look back on my life but
still I envision the ghost of my past,
taking me back down memory lane,
but I know better my present is a
gift and my past is something I
wouldn't exchange, no matter how it
looks is that the reason I'm reading
so many books, I guess I'm looking
for the secrets that they hid, will I
find out it was indeed the truth or
another fictitious fib, so I open that
door that door without hesitation
knowing that if I expose the truth
they might send me on my final
destination, so it's do or die and my
life has an expiration date on it
anyway I understand I'm damned if
I do, so hello to sleepless nights
once more with no regrets as I
expose the truth
Blue skies
No fluffy clouds
Fond sighs
Mellow not loud
By and by
Such mystic sighs
A sure cry
Leaps high from high
Rhymes brief
Sheer paradox
Old grief
Out-of-the-box
Line by line
Words now encrypt
Feelings brine
Thoughts to decrypt
Sense feel
Unplug the gaps
Work bills
Query mind map
Cry floods cry
Mind magnet stretch
High seeds sigh
Sly words to match
Plant seeds
Let ideas bloom
Feed need
Urge and surge groom
Dark night
Shadows verge here
No light
Insidious spheres
Dance deep daze
Waltz between sneeze
In foul craze
Sour scented squeeze
Haze comes
Ugly taste stalls
Straight sums
Flair flavours gall
Leon Enriquez
16 May 2017
Singapore
Sensing the atmosphere for omens.
Signs of impending, cusp and verge.
I ping and curl, scrape to drudge up-
internal program and hit send
and hope for good vibes return "not the end."
I have become a lightless diode.
A buzzing lamppost in the neighborhood
of victimhood and it's backstreet node.
A useless burnt out core in off mode.
A robot running over castles
premade in the sand.
I try to read between the lines,
decrypt the Oracles plans behind,
the fulfilling jinx it has in store foe me.
Stars aligned.
A telepathy mainlining, a pulse headlining freakshow.
Of kinetic belonging, or safety net I used to abide in
long ago.
When the world had justice and overseer
and endearment-
enthronement-thoughts of the faithful.
I long for the ether of a hint,
graft me in with your marrow, splint, in the know.
Don't leave me high and dry,
Alone and crooked, wicked bent.
Odious clouds and signature mounds.
Terra-blyte your foretelling,
Either a warning or a telling of blue skys color turning.
Ether, of any which way the wind blows in my mind.
A private message, rather stalking.,
as it stands a topography cone of cold stand.
Your best made plans, for me
for the tasting, cast of shadow.
forecast, menacing.
Bound to be set in stone, found rather mocking.
Injected in-guest-guessing an after the fact thing,
for me.
You read my fear as I fill
a prescription of
my self fulfilled prophecy,
rolling the bones
with fate's hands.
I hear there's power in the knuckles,
the joints, the suggestion of glands.
Just. Faint whispers,
whisking by
warning-arrows
with no flame-
no spark burning for me.
Just a whisker filament, fading to the darkest
sharade of gray, hit parades.
To shade my own guilty sense of judgment.
Of putting my trust in false things.
With their superficial gradient of monochrome;
night rainbows,
overlooking Styx river country home
aside a brick road leading all the way to Thunderdome.
My sonar/feeler brain finding it's way
in the dark like a worm in the dung.
In someone else's element.
With no taste for mental or spiritual atonement.
Or the taste of Hope's spark on my tongue.
There was a serene beauty prevailing around her as she everyday trod the path to work.. She looked so absorbed in her own thoughts that one might not spot the mysterious and cloudy stare into her eyes..
She knew her way to home and work by heart.. she seemed to be in a perfect tune with time and place.. all her movements appeared to be synchronized with the tempo of the sounds surrounding her..
Such a harmonious living human being! If only one could step into her world and bring to light her hidden and silent life!
Of those who watched her from afar would think of her a beauty of no core.. a blend of pathos and an unusual feel.. For those who crossed her path and nodded and smiled a friendly hello would neither see nor hear a greeting feedback!
Such an endearing youth! If only one could receive the full force of her inner warmth and smiles!
At work, no single unusual twists in her regular routine except for one bright day when a newly hired colleague, dripping with infatuation, approached her and dared looking into her non blinking eyes :
“ When I look into your eyes I see a life of hope and love we can share together.. “
He could see her articulating : “ Would you please step closer and repeat what you have just said so that I can see you and decrypt your words? “
Each living being
an abundance of powers
possible to see
"Haibun With A Message" poetry contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina
On her birthday, her father gifted her with a manuscript
Meditational insights, he could not as yet publish
The treatise was titled ‘Truth of Life Decrypt’
‘Read by touch’ he urged ‘start to finish’
Life is a flow; thus, do not try to hold
Rather, surf over the waves in celebration
Explore wonders yet untold, be fearless and bold
With mindful eye, feel sensations of offered vibration
Analysis is paralysis, all that is, is pure consciousness
Clear light dawns in aliveness of vibrant silence
Recognise the trinity of our innate awareness
Centred in heart as bubbling innocence
Feel the rhythm of breath as life in-pours
God Himself breathes life into this feeble form
Cessation before exhalation can open hidden doors
Melding self therein, we feel a gentle, benign bliss storm
Such was the hypnotic synopsis of the books preface
Inviting her to contemplate, reading between lines
Fears and desires the nemesis, life not a race
Boundless joy is ours, if with love we align
Now not merely reading, she is so living
Meditation her default ever flowing orientation
In God trusting: imbibing, assimilating and releasing
Distilling each impulse in the omnipresent love vibration
12-May-2021
He gave her a book poetry contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose