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Life is a mirror and will reflect back to the thinker what he thinks into it." Unknown
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A Wilderness of Mirrors
Hurled in a wild wilderness of mirrors
I know not the exit door for escape,
All I can do is like birds to twitter,
Light from the mirrors seems at me to ape.
Where lies the real door I cannot know,
Some gate may lead to edge of precipice
Some may fling the frame of my mind to blow
Some may lead me my journey`s end to miss.
Dark dull devilish thoughts sprout in my mind,
Are bells of doom likely for me to knell!
It`s critical in urgency to find
Before it`s time for me to bid farewell.
In the quietude of the wilderness
I lightly close my eyes to the surrounds
Rein in the wicked woeful waves of stress
And free myself from thoughts turning around,
Peering down the depth of my inner self
I spot my inner light greeting a gate,
Winking to me the door that`ll lead myself
To the path of truth as laid in my fate.
Poise of new day
Styles a smile;
Voice of new rays
Watch sun flood miles.
Peel of new light,
Darkness makes way;
Streams of clear sight
Sparkles new day
In simple streams,
Brisk wave of change;
It seems a dream,
This sighting strange.
So many things
Come forth to greet;
A surge or fling
On paths we meet.
Here once again,
Lessons to learn;
From pain to pain,
Passage we earn.
This earth school here
Edges each man;
Sorrow and cheer
Arrive to trend.
Win, lose or draw,
Attune your heart;
Work well each flaw,
Boldness dare start.
Use talent well,
Be humble then;
Discern the tell,
Know where and when.
Be like bamboo
That sways in storm;
It's up to you
To form your norms.
Sages have shown
The way of flow;
Make unknown known
As purpose shows.
Let heart be light
In sway and surge;
Let love give sight
In precious urge.
Style a sure wit
To take you far;
Be beyond hits
That seem to mar.
Work the new day
In simple ease;
Look for kind ways
To live true peace.
Leon Enriquez
23 December 2014
Singapore
Start with a cause:
To look for you;
Learn now to pause,
Stand back and view.
Get a glimpse deep:
It's up to you;
Strain what you weep,
Discern what's due.
In just a while:
Look beyond this;
Know a sure style,
Look for clear bliss.
Set yourself up:
Seek to be whole;
Fill your own cup,
Look to your soul.
Time and space moot:
You know your place;
Spread your own roots,
Divine fond grace.
Each pause moves still:
Learn just to smile;
Silence grows fill,
Chance your own style.
Look beyond things:
Each moment glows;
Embrace each fling,
Go with the flow.
Walk with warm joy:
Live with love true;
Toy with fine ploys,
It's up to you.
All in good time:
Your tryst with quest;
Sync with grand chimes,
Just live your best.
Leon Enriquez
08 February 2019
Singapore
Cryptic language with words that hide;
Secret message in ancient tides;
Mine the passage in mystic ride.
Linger a while on textures tough;
Thought waves that style beyond the rough;
An inner guile with pregnant stuff.
Heart within mind in pulse and urge;
Address ***** finds in sag and surge;
Go beyond kind in swirl and purge.
To find the core where meaning fills,
Discern some more the vital till;
Let knowing soar in precise will.
Address the space where time holds gist;
Accept the pace of rhymes that list;
Align the trace in hidden mist.
Knowing within the sacred code,
Beyond mere whim a wondrous mode;
Here yet unseen a pathway node.
Feeling the way within these grounds,
A tensile stay that firms around;
Pry cryptic sway with motive found.
Peel layers here that hold meaning;
Read beyond fear the deeper fling;
Ponder sense clear as answers sing.
Deep within see the hidden span:
Veiled legacy in sure attend;
Code that sets free an ancient blend.
Trace clues that spur your quest to know;
Go beyond blur to sublime show;
Let swirls unfurl the course of flow.
Thought hides cryptic in symbols deep;
Know dear mystic realms that now sleep;
Feel the magic as foliage creep.
Leon Enriquez
10 Apr 2014
Singapore
Work on the words that best attest
To fling what's heard in buzz and fest.
The magic curve of savvy poise
Astounds the nerves in piquant voice.
String in good time that arch and rhyme
To tangle chimes in mystic mime.
Swing play and plot in vibrant surge
As worth allots the flames that merge.
Incline your ears on sonic stay
For what you hear clusters your sway.
The mood of wit is feisty jest
Where bubbling bits sojourn with quest.
Upon this hill of weary wants
Lie frozen wills that once did chant.
In fleeting ways the dying rays
Construct new day as anguish slays.
So much of pain that binds and grips
To sound again such morbid trips.
Savour fond peace in massacre
Where death brings ease in sure acres.
Run along now to fit odd parts
As bleak know-how unclogs lame art.
Too soon, too late the burning pyre
As blazing gates crash that strange fire.
Morbid the face of fear that steers
With loss of grace that straddles here.
Myriad the booze that wants to drown
That cryptic ooze where reason frowns.
Here wants and needs dance fragile poise
As if to heed that fatal noise.
Then one by one, the corpses pile
In death well done in ghastly wiles.
So much to say but time forfeits
The sparkling day with blind conceit.
So less seems more in matters tight
Where tragic spores stalk through the night.
Leon Enriquez
23 June 2015
Singapore
The woman decides
on which cat to take home
from the local pound.
She had been torn
between two.
She had viewed
a youngish grey-white
cat, nervous, bold.
And uncomfortable-
looking. Yet his fur
colors remind
the woman
of storm-clouds,
heavy August afternoons
rowing an uncle's
little row-boat
on the pond
with the wooden raft
that pulls and BUOYS
her. Yet...like sun-light
fulfilling the morning
with its shine,
an older cat
with deepest yellows
and an edge of sea
in her eyes,
convinces the woman
to choose HER
orange"fluff",
that sprouts
from her skin,
like dandelion seeds
when they are ready
to fling
through the breezes
to plow new roots.
HER orange
is a brush
of the hand
on something soft,
to soothe, tantalize.
While the woman
considers, she
has an evocation:
like...
an orange
star-burst-
sparklers
in her hand-
tangy sweet tart
flavors in her mouth.
She knows
a Summer sky.
She anticipates
the sharp eruption
that will alight
her tongue,
her gums,
her throat.
The
inundation,
of taste...
or...
maybe...
her mouth
can't quite...
take it, but
-loves it-
She contemplates
the gold sienna
(of
her new
cat)
her breakfast juice,
maybe even
“Tang".
A clementine,
one amongst
a bowl-ful;
an
orange Grove;
the LIFE-SAVER?
Dark orange flames
to warm her,
like the only friend...
in childhood.
Be one with truth as love funds all,
Live in the light where joy spreads cheer;
Etch thus sure proof to meet the call,
Set then bold sight as faith draws near;
Stretch your mind clear with thoughts of peace,
Intuit most grand the way love heals;
Note how hope cheers fond thrills of ease,
Glimpse healthy trends in deep goodwill;
Succinct the taste of lovely dream.
One with all things as grace endears,
Feel beyond haste that lively theme.
Joy jumpstarts fling beyond all fear,
Opt happy thoughts that fashion bold,
Yield play and spot that's never old.
Leon Enriquez
12 October 2016
Singapore
I sit and wait here at the gate,
I feel time bait that easy fate.
Plenty finds me here as surely,
A feeling free now moves clearly.
Plenty for me to glimpse fond dreams,
Ample sure sprees in precious streams.
Plenty moves ease in floral blooms,
I know deep peace that floods this room.
Plenty of thoughts that urge new chimes,
I word each lot to reap verse rhymes.
Plenty to say as echoes spring,
I write each day as ideas fling.
Plenty to think as feel meets play,
I bind each link where words fund way.
I sit with me to bridge a tale,
I can now see the swift strong gale.
Leon Enriquez
27 November 2017
Singapore
Bits and pieces of words that hurl,
Hits and misses of thoughts that curl.
Simple fond fest that comes to be,
Nurture the best in feeling free.
Subtle fine art in precious urge,
Verses now start voice once submerged.
Happy times greet both ups and downs,
Cheer ever meets the profound clown.
Pretty works come as symbols fling,
Poignant rhymes sum a festive spring.
Deeper than deep the restive sleep,
Dare tears you weep where joy now seeps.
Sense simply now the breath of life,
Dream fond endow that succeeds strife.
Believe the best that comes each day,
Achieve bold quest as word scripts say.
Leon Enriquez
31 October 2015
Singapore
He walked with a swagger,
a delinquent lagger and recidivist wagger
all his schoolboy days.
Joyridin on the Pare’ bus
he’d skylark and cuss just like one of us
as was his way always.
He was undeniably cool
but did piss off at school and play the fool
from bell to ringin bell.
Widely well liked as a peer
and but for the odd jeer had nothin to fear
but many a tale to tell.
He oft sat ready in class
but mostly half ar-se and exams barely pass
and interest feign.
Almost always in a scrape
lookin to mock or ape or some dare or jape
and felt a swingin cane.
He did the flyin fox fling
and legs and arms cling on the rope swing
with collidin force.
For dear life hands hangin,
blokes fallin and clangin into bodies bangin
on the Confidence Course.
He was a hurler of eggs
and till someone begs did charlie their legs
but it was all in fun.
A water bomb he’d let fly
when he’d up on high ambush a passer-by
abscondin on the run.
He under the gym below
with his friends in tow did hide and stow
lest they all be found.
Then one guy in the loop
dived through a hoop and the rest swoop
should it fall down.
He at lunch hour stood
all dutiful and good but not as he should
policin the tuck shop.
As monitor it was his job
to calm the unruly mob but not tell or dob
suckin on his lollipop.
He climbed out on a limb
and broke into the gym lettin his friends in
loadin up the bar.
Squattin and pressin away
liftin in the weight bay till fun and horseplay
went a step too far.
He was a classroom pest
out of uniform dressed on his own quest
and always in strife.
But in his heart he knew
what he needed to do lest bedlam ensue
and his foolin run rife.
He was a master pranker,
some say a wanker but he did hanker
for somethin more.
Girls thought him sweet
and fell at his feet goin crazy for Skeet
but his spell had no cure.
Written: February 2018