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8/22/21
"Nauseous"
Getting closer to Autumn
In deep thought near a marble column
Always doing things that lead me quickly into a coffin
Overlooked, abused and forgotten
Felt like I had zero in common
So I kept staying solemn
Because people are quick to turn it into a problem
By being rotten
Others are fast to play opossum
Yet they still plotted
Making others suffer, so the profit
Goes into their own pocket
You can eat dog s***
Mouth always running like a faucet
Below still and moving objects
It's always been a contest
Regardless of the concept
Usually am, but was not all that cautious
Waking up feeling nauseous
Once in a blue moon, I'll really overdue it and vomit
These damn dabs of the chronic
I'm always on it
This ing liquor I can't stay off it
Yes I know, that makes me an alcoholic
It's honest logic
Only so much time is allotted
Stomach often knotted
Working occasionally outside, but usually in an office
It was a stroke of genius or thoughtless
It's been awesome or chaotic
Got shot with something caustic
And toxic
Had some wins but even more losses
They tell me I need to pray to god and wear crosses
Solitude and silence among near endless gossip
I promise
I'm no novice
It's going cosmic
Blood occasionally clotted
Molecules bonded
Lines still unconnected and dotted
Feeling alone and frosted
I'd treat her like a goddess
I want it, but she makes me feel unwanted
Taunted
Mind haunted
Yet still wearing an infinity gauntlet
Continuing to sip out this goblet
As folks display jaundice
Turning psychotic
Being obnoxious
Quick to cause conflict
Over written words or something said by a prophet
She looked like Pocahontas
And he looked like a Walrus
Friends with lifeforms that are aquatic
As well as striped and spotted
Like flies people that talk s***
Get swatted
Harder than Stone Cold Steve Austin
Signature move combined with a double rock bottom
What's been done was wise or preposterous
Impact small or colossus
I'm going on no matter if I feel exhausted
And downtrodden
For myself and others horizons shall broaden
Perfectly observant,
We share the same exact struggle.
Perfectly normal,
A conversation with all but one subject.
Eyes that refer to the category
Of deep need.
Apologies do no justice.
Unpeeled oranges that sit in wait.
Guilty at first glance, suppressing true desire without a word.
Wanting to unravel- peel away at things kept from view.
Mistaking ears for a heart.
Just what are we observant of,
Have we become profound.
A perception seen but not heard
Are we that oblivious.
Selective, inconsistent.
Following our hearts through unspoken lips.
Soiled in the thought of need.
Was I ever ready to speak,
Needing, urging.-
What is it that you are trying to say,
I feel that this is us.
The priority of a first thought,
Overcoming all else.
Every day, a basket of oranges
In arms reach- woven together
In deep thought.
Beauty is only skin deep.
Spoiled by the nectar of lips
Awakening morning darkness falls heavy clouds
walking outside stretching in deep thought
Firstly alone dreaming in freedom love
Looking into the mountains a prayer
Faraway winds howling cry out
snow capped peaks cold reminder
a silver chain running down the face
The truth always shines its light in the end
Heavy rains wet upon the brow
why has life been so cruel to me
I never chose this path holding no demons
condemned in lies with pain and suffering
All one showed was the face of good
even helping people in the streets
who almost destroyed my home
I had forgiven everyone as God is my witness
D-day looms heavy
the Devil spits his lies
yet sitting on his fork one will find truth
How could another human be so vile
To condemn someone
on a story that has just been made up
never have I stolen from anyone in my life
in fact the opposite money root of evil I see
Living humble and meek
has taught me wisdom of my ways
nature talks to me in winds whispering
Some walk this earth to be persecuted in the wrong
Proof that justice sometimes fails the innocence
we all are sinners looking down
at the cold face chiseled in truth
but to bear falsely on someone
Somethings I will never understand
You saved me Almighty Lord
When tortured pleaded in your Heavenly name
Saved my family from Hell
A miracle of life you gave back to me
I began writing expelling my demons
Now judgement day is falling upon me
Oh Heavenly Father save me in my innocence
And the tears keep falling
for the love of truth
what is wrong with this world
sometimes they are bind to the facts
My shoulders drag through whirls of crescent night
under a wooden bridge this heart retains,
a pile of thickened ash
where reason hangs on edge, hollow the veins.
Above a skyline, a deep madness roars
oh, patience grows thin along slithered bends
that I, in deep thought grope
for fate’s comfort as street lantern descends.
Nearing the foot, a dove rustles my skin
its pearl-like glow cleanses a dusty face,
soothing my troubled head
so near the fall, so far a warm embrace.
From nowhere, a glossed horizon appears
connecting me back to life’s overpass,
as birdsongs lift my glides
till cinders fly as joy pours on life’s hourglass.
John Lawless' Gathering Dust
3/02/2015
It's awfully quite at the end of August, placid fireflies
come out before the appearance of stars;
how tender, how beautiful are the rolling waves
in the dark sea kissed by the radiant moonbeams!
Absorbed in deep thought, I welcome another evening of solitude
with a peace that is more perplexing and intriguing than silence;
calmness stupefies, even more than the serenity inside...
do I need friends, if I have the company of the entire universe?
Crystalline, clear water splashing and bubbling,
reaching the spot where I am profoundly thinking,
bringing a soothing feeling after a very hot afternoon...
hoping not to lose the brilliance of the dotted moon!
Tired mind, rest and refresh yourself at sunrise,
detach yourself from the constant habit of searching and creating;
release the worries and rest, let fantasy spice up your fabulous stories...
thoughts that lead to pen, to finally become liberating!
On the glistening rocks, owls hoot in hunger and start attacking their preys...
the defenseless oysters try to get back into the salty water and be safe in the seaweeds,
but they are caught by their claws, and with no strength left and blood in their eyes...
they die and their carcasses will be ripped apart and consumed by the ravens!
Stop! Enough of this ugly spectacle! Let me turn the eyes to something truly delightful;
see the dark sea kissed by the radiant moonbeams to make this August' night really indelible!
A ship, with its thousands lights reflecting in the steady flow of the waves, is approaching;
the lighthouse's guard announces its arrival...oh, this scene is so fascinating!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Reap in brisk show fond writes that touch,
Ink words that shape warm rhymes faith swings;
Choice helps lines flow with poise as such,
Hurl lasting drape true voice craft brings.
Work well deep thought that clusters dreams,
Rich mellow sounds can picture paint;
Impact fine plot with lots that stream,
Trust offers grounds with private taint;
Etch journey quest with happy cheer,
Sense feel now gain a classic flight.
Charm anchors zest in passage clear,
Invoke joy plain that inspires sight;
Taste of bright grace that shows the way,
End with kind face to live each day.
Leon Enriquez
02 October 2018
Singapore
Cheer funds sure poise when charm streams clear,
Hurl in a swing that fond warm feel;
Ask then for voice to spark thoughts dear,
Near or far fling a touch that heals;
Give feel sure space to come to terms,
Expect the will to fu d bold dates.
Change wears a face that fruits the germ,
Heed surge of feel that strings wise fate;
Align deep thought with happy fit,
Rise to the haste of lovely run;
Address true lot with simple wit,
Deed flavours taste in flashy pun;
Express the light in cast and flow,
See cheery sights that change now shows.
Leon Enriquez
25 November 2015
Singapore
Flocculent clouds suck the life from bel-esprit
She misses going out and warm springtime sun
She desires one verdant leaf upon a tree
Sharing feelings with the menagerie what fun
But this deafening silence lends to deep thought,
Deep relaxation, a need that's number one
Maybe our faith in God will again be sought
Like our founding fathers bowed knees in prayer
Let our silence and solitude resound with praise
May thankfulness fill capacious waves of air
Not complaints and brooding that leads to despair
Contest: Heart Universes
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Date: 01/25/2021
Theme: "Like the silence that screams, cursing solitude....whispers of faith
sing patiently with prayers"
Softly the notes of a piano
begin to play
as evening dusk falls gently
like a quiet bird
in the night sky
Mutant suns of long ago
still haunting
the heavens
with its anemic haunting light;
Dark waters, a whisper away from life
gently gliding into the canal
The piano turns to black and white
in my mind,
Mozart dreams
Beethoven sighs
Chopin angels
Vivaldi cries
as the evening dances away,
I see a frozen tree in the middle
of an empty stage:
His hair is wild, his brow is furrowed
deep thought, ...
he is about to glide into another
nocturnal sonata
and so am I...
Your Morning Cup of Chocolate...
A poem from the poet Kabir, I call "being nothing, is something."
What is space, but the absence of something, yet in this vacuum we exist?
Certainly, Christ, Jehovah, and Allah can be present there too.
Martin
3/19/2020
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Oh Companion That Abode Is Unmatched,
Where My Complete Beloved Is.
In that Place There Is No Happiness or Unhappiness,
No Truth or Untruth
Neither Sin Nor Virtue.
There Is No Day or Night, No Moon or Sun,
There Is Radiance Without Light.
There Is No Knowledge or Meditation
No Repetition of Mantra or Austerities,
Neither Speech Coming From Vedas or Books.
Doing, Not-Doing, Holding, Leaving
All These Are All Lost Too In This Place.
No Home, No Homeless, Neither Outside or Inside,
Micro and Macrocosm Are Non-Existent.
Five Elemental Constituents and the Trinity Are Both Not There
Witnessing Un-struck Shabad Sound is Also Not There.
No Root or Flower, Neither Branch or Seed,
Without a Tree Fruits are Adorning,
Primordial Om Sound, Breath-Synchronized Soham,
This and That - All Are Absent, The Breath Too Unknown
Where the Beloved Is There is Utterly Nothing
Says Kabir I Have Come To Realize.
Whoever Sees My Indicative Sign
Will Accomplish the Goal of Liberation.
Kabir
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