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notes on a colorless society…!?
today God anointed
Earth with his tears
and crowned her
with his rainbow
of love
unity and diversity…
as is the day’s light
and the darkness of night
life, unity and pursuit of happiness is not about being colorblind
it’s about beings putting themselves in the right frame of mind…
don’t deny me the happiness of the skin God put me in
let you and me be the color we are---the hue of skin is no sin…
there is no you
without me
there is no
black or white
In the rainbow
and water is clear
as blind is
to sight
never ever
a colorless Christ
Yet seen
and oh what a strange bedfellow would a colorless society be
in a world where no one craves blindness and most yearn to see
and be free with life, liberty, unity, justice and human equality…
where you can be you
and I can be me…
one and one being two
living peacefully
forgiven but not forgotten for the sin
yet happily living together in the skins we’re in.
I think, once art is defined – it
no longer is art; for the paints
of art should splash from each
canvas...run across the floor,
to be chased into eternity by
a viewer –
Despite the fact, that, we have
a tendency toward borders;
to dissect and frame all we
find appealing juxtaposed against
that which we hate – unwittingly
rendering sterile what needs remain
fertile throughout its existence –
No, art must make a painter
out of every witness;
must be the envy of its
environment, transcending walls,
both interior and out –
to experience art is to touch
Free Will at its omnipotent
core – thus sensing the unlimited
features of God...
of course – all spectrum are still
only pigments – as God ceases to be
God, the moment He is a render
of man....
Tormented by my demons in the nadir of my heart
Consumed by the compunction like dark works of art
Laden I fumble with the wounds of my own feud
My extremities tremble as they burn ……open and crude
Take more pills ……it will fade out the twinge
No give me something stronger replenish the anesthetizing syringe
Cut me deep ……. I cannot feel it anymore
Strike me harder until I am broken and sore
I need to feel something anything at all
My voice becomes muffled in my battered frame standing tall
A veneer for every occasion …. A master in disguise
I see nothing but obscurity as I wipe drops of blood from my comatose eyes
Lay me to rest and kiss my eyes with parchments of silk
Turn your face from my essence as it wilts
Don’t dig me a grave for I am still breathing
But deep within I am dying and my soul is freely bleeding
Discern and know just how you feel,
Observe the flow of thought that thrills.
Learn and align true heart and mind,
Symbols and signs reveal in kind.
Each lesson comes to prompt a choice,
Make sense to sum the style you voice.
Start with bold choice to find your way,
Let steadfast poise anchor and stay.
Dare to impact the path of light,
Frame each new act with joy in sight.
Work with fine wit that zest may grow,
Weave each new bit and let love show.
See space and time as playground fair,
Feel moves that rhyme with primal air.
Success shows best just what can be,
Focus your quest on what you see.
Leon Enriquez
26 January 2015
Singapore
The embodiment of unique existence,
the construct of the transient elements,
the brittle body aligns destined
with the plethora of perishable patterns
within the entity of the fragile being.
In the anchorage of the erratic mind,
detached from the righteous roots
by the dislodging drive of desire,
untamed instincts shroud the senses.
As the needle of ethical compass breaks,
the vortex of immanent emotions
drags the mind into the fathomless inner depth
of ego-centric abyss of capricious feral impulse.
When in the cauldron of anguished awareness
the flimsy body-mind frame breaks,
the shards sink within the sanctum of soul
at the depth of prudent perception,
attain the sublime state of consciousness,
feel the divine connection with the almighty.
The devout mantra of the sanctified soul
unfurls the lotus petals of innate acuity
onto the aura of enlightenment,
lets inside the sacred sunshine of seminal virtue,
highlights the positivity of the persistent psyche
with the defining strength of essence,
flowing with the stream of virtuous thoughts
from the fountain of love and empathy,
that finds the cathartic course of spirituality.
Pride comes before the fall
under a tender gaze of midday's sun
Our Sunday cross
is being turned upside down
incorrectly sponsored by none other than the arts council
as it carries their logo seal of approval stamped all over it
With groups promoting sin unholy acts attack
Abortion takes the centre staged arena
dark nights follow anyone supporting
such an ugly vile deed unchristian barbarism
tearing a child from the tree of life
Blind beggars God is not with them anymore
innocence is now plucked from the vine of the living
condemned to death
Also un-natural against the good living is speaking out of turn
trying to twist their sins as if born to do so deeply disturbed
family values is the most productive role in society today
to overshadow it against creations seed sewn treasures
The true values we hold are held
truth inside our mortal souls frame of mind
Born from the spirit of injustices a fire burns
crying to the Heaven's in dread filled shame for mercies sake
unhappy victims they become whom
are chained by incorrect choice
dressed down silenced good
yet remains to speak firmly on ignorance
in an open verdict time
will catch up
when the judgement bell tolls
Numbers each and every single beast
corrupt to the marrow
I for one condemn this false face called liberal
arrogant tunnel visioned traitors
Removing our Divine King as Lord
in our most Sacred Heart blessed
we are protected under his Holy mantel
Birthdays will come, ...We can't make them go
Some filled with excitement, some simply ho-hum
Others we dread, because they remind us
Of the swiftness of years, that are falling behind us
It marks off the years, and the the day we were born…
Acknowledgement comes in some custom or form
Perhaps we must please, or try to conform ….
to the norms of our peer's celebration.
Perhaps if we're lucky,..a nice dinner to please
a gift, or a chat.... a candle or cake... the singing “the” song….
There's nothing wrong with all that!
But the older we get, no piñata to claim......no pictures to frame
So to recall one “event”…this birthday I spent…
Nice enough, I suppose …but the day decomposed
We rushed to this place, on a workday eve.
Not much time to dine, we'd be home by nine
A restaurant table….just a few of us able
No balloons, no cake, no candle, no flames
But acknowledgement, just the same
Over plates of ravioli…and eggplant parmesan
So nice….. but did I notice a few yawns???
Then one special moment, that won’t be forgotten
My little blonde grandson….who gave me a gift
He reached into his pocket…with a shy little grin
Said, “Here is Darth Vader….He is all that there is"….
And opened his hand, and his eyes so sincere
And gave me a gift to remember for years...
"It’s all that I have, I almost forgot
I hope you will like him..... I like him a lot..
"But he's yours if you like him….It's all that I’ve got."
"Happy Birthday Grandma…."
Happy Birthday To Me !!
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For "Birthday Party Contest: Sponsor Nayda Ivette Negron
Revised 2/9/16
A summer shower was photographed by
The child's father and professionally set
in a picture frame a few days later.
One day as he was fixated upon the sound
of the water drops dripping against the window
Panes as well as starring at the picture
Photographed and framed by his father,
The young lad asked his devoted dad,
"Why does it rain?" The father's reply was,
"It rains to take away some of the pain and
Shame that would otherwise overtake us.
Without the rain, said the dad, there would
Be more people without purity, without which there would be a world filled with more Shame.
Until that day of gazing into the picture frame,
The lad never realized there was so much
To be gained from the rain.
Life is the epithet of extant intermission,
the construct of divine elements almighty designs
with the heavenly cosmic essence suffused supremely
within the coalesced trinity of body, mind and soul.
Beneath the surreptitious surface of frail mental frame,
the mortal being transitorily builds fleeting facades
on the indestructible screen of acuity awareness,
that persists unchanged to portray new perception.
Trying to get released from the egoistic karmic clasp
of existential crisis, leading to the loss of self-actuation sense,
the precept of pervading metaphysical consciousness
transcends the space-time limits for psychic enlightenment.
The dawn of discernment of the true purpose of existence
illumines the dark pathway of the perplexed life.
The esoteric insight journey to the spiritual sanctum
then activates the sense of connection with oneness notion.
The universal elements embedded in each soul,
interconnect the instinctive nodes of surreal survival,
yet each one exists as a tree in the forest of variety,
each one blooms as a flower in the garden of plurality.
Glowing in the glimmer of the creator’s candle,
sublime soul recognizes the tenet of interconnectedness,
formulates the unified equation of metaphysical dimension
in the integral divine domain of integrated identity.
Freeze Frame is a part of the game,
When your running life’s great test.
When you take stock you gotta learn to rock,
You’ll be rolling with the best.
Life is just a movie film and your the star of the screen,
It’ll take you to the places where the glitters never seen.
The camera rolls and the lights are bright.
You try to look your best,
But as life goes on the lights go dim,
Do you think you pass the test.
Life is just a movie film and your the star of the screen,
It’ll take you to the places where the glitters never seen.
You got your name in lights, but you had to fight,
But you always did your best,
The stage doors closed and it’s time to go,
But you stood out from the rest.
Life is just a movie film and your the star of the screen,
It’ll take you to the places where the glitters never seen.
The make up slips and the hair goes thin,
You still try to look your best,
Your an old man now and you’ve seen it all,
You’ve given life your best.
Now the credits run and your time is done,
You’ve finished life’s great test,
The screen goes black, there’s no looking back.
It’s time for you to rest.