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my heart withers within me
swamped by my fancies for thee
longing to hold thee as mine in a caressing embrace,
long awaiting from thee a telling smile.
maybe from it i shall gather courage to give free reign
to my tongue to sing the urges of the heart.
each day a part of me fall and withers
and light from mine eyes fade,
at night rest eludes me,
though my eyes fall heavy with sleep
in my mind dwells a constant strife,
the fracas i meet at the fading of the light
thoughts of you caressed by another.....
lives to haunt my dreams and i shan't find a peace of mind.
my love for thee blosoms,
mushrooming in my mind,
my heart and soul 'till all i think of is ye
with neither little hopes of telling thee my urgies
nor do i seek redemption by purging my fancies
Lest what i hoped will ensnare thy heart,
only frightens thee and grant me only heartache
and yet another day passes and my heart withers from the pain in desolation
nobody knows what gnaws me within
nor shall any ever learn the source of my agony
i hope to learn to curb my urges and cloak them with friendliness
but shall i trust myself to one day watch you walk way from me,
embracing another whispering to another, caressed and loved before my famished soul
your fading scent lingering still, to cut through my heart and remind me of my fading sanity
that alas ye! was surely not a dream my mind forged,
but a beauty i beheld and let slip through the cowering heart
that strained to curb what was a gift of the heart with hopes to ensnare a free spirit
this consuming passion shan't deminish, it enspires within me soul abandonment
how can i hope to walk away, when you weave for me this sensual leash
my heart is ensnared, my passion curbed, my tongue tied
all wrapped in together as a gift to my heart mate.....
There's a heart shaped hollow in her
As she stands amid falling leaves
The bare branches bear witness to her brokenness
Her heartache hurts to her harm
She stands alone and forlorn
Waiting for her special someone
That someone with whom she can share her pain
That someone on whose shoulder she can rest
That someone who will be her Spring
The falling leaves are hopeful in their desolation
Waiting for that someone to catch them
As she also waits.
08.03.2020
Title: Amid Falling Leaves
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Pushing past fear
Pushing past obligatory oblivion
Pushing past this pain's sphere
Trying to feel things never felt before
Never know or seen in darkness desires
Trying to be all I can be
Pushing past the burn
Pushing past the sweat
Pushing past the point of no return
Looking into the abyss
Feeling it look into me
Looking over the rainbow it ends indeed
Pushing the thorns of thought
Pushing the crimson petals into lashes
Pushing the stitches of delicate twine
Seeing the finite infinite fractals
Knowing the coming desolation
Seeing the son go supernova right over your shoulder
Pushing past the last daisy
Pushing past the filagree
Pushing past the crazy
I thought I stood on top of the world
But it was only when I fell
That I realized how small I am
Every success feels unearned
And every failure long overdue
Lifelong passions feel like anchors
But I have nothing to replace them with
So I cling to them with the might of Zeus
Hoping to recapture the magic of yesterday
But maybe my brain just isn't what it used to be
When I fill my stomach with junk
And I fill my mind with poison
I feel compressed and mashed
I can see the stairway to Heaven
But do not deserve to walk those stairs
So I march down a highway to Hell
Weighted by a thousand burdens
Collected over years and years
I'm significantly older than when I began
But I'm marginally wiser than I was
And when I look at the clock
The time is the number of the beast
I'm not Bohemian and this isn't a rhapsody
The reality is I'm just a simple man
And in my chest nothing beats
All that is there is a heart-shaped box
Ruined by years of desolation and heartbreak
But still I dream on and walk like an Egyptian
I'm just not sure how much longer I can go
My mouth is parched and my skin is torched
All I want is to find somewhere I belong
Where I don't have to ask, "what is love?"
And not wonder what it would be like without me
Burdening everyone simply by existing
I'm just a man in the box in a nutshell
It's sad but true so I decided to beat it
And maybe one day I'll be fine again
But deep down all I want to do is sleep
So please, please enter sandman
Let me dream and feel the kiss from a rose
So I can wake with no more tears
That's when nothing else matters
And I'll be over the hills and far away
Perhaps even larger than life
Because I want it that way
And no, maybe I'll never stand
On top of the world ever again
But for a wolf like me
I'll go somewhere only we know
Knowing that out of the two of us
I'm the only owner of a lonely heart
But I'll sit there and I'll smile
Because U can't touch this
And as I sit there and put pen to paper
Maybe my passion is truly
The only thing that never abandoned me
Their is absence of truth,
Even there lies no lie.
Trust cannot find her root.
Distrust even did die.
In that place,
Joy is like the chaff blown by may's wind.
Even Sadness,cannot face
The dexterity veiling the pillar's hind.
In that place,
Cry and anguish,made love and bethrot.
Peace and hope,like dice were shoved.
That place is the home of many race.
That place ask not of culture,
It doesn't believe you're old or young.
It wouldn't ask if not you believe in rapture,
Or you're to death a throng.
That place is a home of desolation,
Sad-Joy,Happy-strife,Hope-death have no room.
Even all opposite pairs hails blooms.
Their's home of trivial confusion.
That place wouldn't if you're a sage or not,
Or if to sin you're knot.
Whether you are an hermit,
Or if to ignorance permit.
In that place,no life no strife,
No Peace,no war,No cry
No joy,No Hope,No curiosity.
Many did it crave,
But few did theirselves willingly gave.
Even that place cannot save
It is nowhere but grave.
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August moon leaps
Over plumeria boughs;
A lover waits
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Jasmine in your hair
Scented portraits here;
Moonlit tryst
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Night bird serenade
Sleepy lullaby;
Frangipani shroud
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Dark is the night
Solemn persuasion;
Stars come out to play
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Window curtains
Veils sure surprise;
Inner fires surge
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Blooming flowers
Garden sculptures here;
Wooden bench empty
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East Coast Park
Voices in the dark;
Distant lights spark
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Deeper than deep
This troubled sleep;
Sad stories creep
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Lost in the crowd
I look for you;
Desolation road
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Bits and pieces
Leftover food;
Grace before meal
~~~~~~~~~
Joy comes
Sorrow leaves;
Dawn sparkles
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Night frowns
Darkness hides;
Dusk feels alone
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Leon Enriquez
23 August 2014
Singapore
Elegy – 7-17-24
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Elegy for Old Growth
Through measures of metered melancholy
The tattered winds sing a rent elegy,
A pensive wail for pristine old growth,
A drifting chant in pure pitch of final farewell –
The mute tongue howls in eulogy
For virgins of a thousand turns around the sun
For helpless giants surrendered in atonal sacrifice.
Gentle titans with feathery boughs lifted their faces
To embrace misted melodies of summer and winter snows
Forest zephyrs sang lullabies for sparrows
Nesting in their rustling wombs
Then shared the secret lyrics of their song
With robins sheltered in their lofty grace of red bark
In evensongs, matins and spring symphonies.
The myrrh of burial mixes with their lingering fragrance
In desolation and in their exposed flesh,
Nude hillsides of purple rage
Scream in final dirges of farewell
Modulated into anthems sung to saplings in circles of renewal
Little ones, like half steps, change elegies to odes
The threadbare zephyr now chants paeans to remember.
STILL SOLITUDE
I feel sick in still solitude.
Dull depressed days in delirium.
Compulsive confinement in trail of pandemic.
calm, quiet, stagnant all around.
Sole loneliness grasping,
only clasping forlorn hope of close association
of Dear Ones.
Peaceful Environ engulfing me
throwing in unendurable somber static state.
I yearn for noises, loud interactions, practical closeness.
Tranquil desolation suffocating me.
You are far away maintaining social distancing.
I am missing your deep serene looks.
I am craving for eye -contact holding you tight in my arms.
I am sick of still solitude.
05/14/21
On my meandering lonesome journey in July
across the greening wasteland,
or along the glittering garden path,
lined with flowering saplings,
bursting with color spectrum,
the shutter of my mind opens.
The receptive film of sensuality
captures the captivating collage
with the sublime snapshots of beauty.
For the maneuvered inducement
of the passionate living,
enwrapped by the pale shroud of desolation,
defined by the transmuting tenets
of titular uniqueness,
configuring the personified kaleidoscopic identity,
I tie the knots of ebullient emotions,
dye these with the color mélange of life.
The metamorphosis creates an adorned me,
an individuality in harmony
with the altered essence,
completes the lattice of self-expression,
the paradigm of self-inspired design shift.
There's really nothing else I can do
When I'm out here, looking for you
I have been looking out for you, my long-lost dear
But, I fear you took me for granite for many-a-year
There's a giant bump in the road
And I am in need of Your abode
Without happiness and joy,
I'd be this fretful little boy
I've lived through storms of fright
Just to be right here with you tonight
I've gone through so much hardship and learned to accept life bit by bit
Just to know what it's like to earn your friendship and get a grip of wit
Now, I can no longer zero in on happiness without you here
I raise my weary brow in mere bravery from ear to ear
I am concerned with you and want the best for you too
You aren't around that often and it makes me feel rather blue
You took my heart and made it your own
You shook my inner core and was my backbone
You have shown me oh so many signs and wonders
I rely on His miracles and blessings that never injures
Catastrophe strikes when ignorance is in the picture
I want to know beyond my capable knowledge
My most-longed-for future is almost here, not a blur
I need your loving hand to guide me if I'm on the edge
Shelter me with your shimmering shadows
Comfort me with Your words of wisdom
Whirl away my wretched woes and higher my lows
I am broken down and becoming numb
Grief-stricken
I don't know why living life doesn't make sense to me
And once again,
You will shower me with hopes that disappear vainly
Oh, I'm feeling fine thank you very much
I'm just longing for your heavenly touch
If only you'd understand where I stand
If only you'd lend me your helping hand
Then, you'd come to know who I truly am
I know that I am just this worthless, roaming lamb
Deliver me from desolation while I dwell in the pit of darkness
I want to be a believer of the Most High, so I can have happiness
I'm glad the worst is over
There's more yet to come I fear
Will I be left alone unsure?
I want Your joy to give me cheer
Without happiness,
Who will I be? Who will I become? Will I be on the right track or be led astray?
Without sadness,
Where will my poetry be? Will I be left to seek a Kingdom that's so far away?