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Glimpses of grace shine on your face,
Live that fond feel that ever heals;
Intuit deep trace the human race,
Meet here to heal the pains you feel;
Peace of mind comes with humble heart,
See love spark fest in homeward quest;
Etch faith that sums the way hope starts,
Sight thus true zest that works the best.
Opt to do right the way of truth,
Freedom speaks well with love that acts.
Gain clear insight with act and proof,
Reap joy that tells with soul's compact;
Allow your heart to live with joy,
Claim via fine start love's happy ploys,
Embrace true art as spirit toys.
Leon Enriquez
17 January 2017
Singapore
For all those women who are alchemists. We take the Darkness and transmute it to the Light.
Women who are alchemists
By Michelle Morris
07/12/2024
May you be blessed to meet them
Those women who are alchemists
They take the Darkness from the planet
And transmute it to Light and Blessings
They've lived in the Dark Abyss and Hell
They've faced their own demons over and over again
They've battled demons for the multitudes
And risen like the phoenix from the ashes
They're Empaths and Earth Angels
They're Healers and Lightworkers
They help by shining their Lights brightly
Even when they're tired and weary
May you be Grateful to them
Their Love and Light and Grace
For the Hope and Faith they inspire
To the entire Human Race
© Michelle Morris, 2024
What is a man but his last breath
All that he is he thrives to be
A single soul like a lone wolf
Everything we are we choose to be
A life of obstacles we still persuade
That in a breath life can just end
Without notice losing a friend
They come and go as if yesterday end
Here for a moment in time leaving a mark
We know the kindness of heart they show
Even in life brothers could be brothers
Love rules our existence even til death
Making of man, simplest structural molecule
Two things are certain, to live and die
Soul of a spiritual alien being
The persistence to carry on human race
Always trying to show better for ourselves
To establish our existence of mankind
Where would we be without the other lead
In each one their struggle be same
Time knows no age, some cut short
Some from an endless time still wake
What is it that makes a man his friend
But a man be their own friend in trust
Know what makes us is what changes us
That effort we put forth a lasting memory
A picture painting with flaw
Making of mankind, dust covered graves
Oh, Land of the Free
You have presumptuously deemed yourself the mouthpiece and policy maker
Of the world
How overconfident
How impudent
Who makes you...
Oh, King of impertinence
Regulators of the human race...
The monarch of the agitated sea
Who are you to dictate MY household’s wishes?
As with the Roman Empire, your greed and moral deficiency IS your destruction
Your sins are hidden behind plaster, ramshackle, and termite-infested walls
You sit on your throne of deprecated morality
You twist your neck and roil your head in an idiomatic cistern of ethics
Oh, how those merchants whom seek shelter under your fiscal confidence...
Will wail and rip their outer garments, as they witness your
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Nevertheless, just like men whom seeks the warmth of a harlot’s bosom
They will easily turn their face to the next woman of ill-gotten gains
#Let_it_rain
Let it rain, let it wash away the tears, easy off the pain in our hearts. Let it rain, let it extinguish the raging flames, the uncontrollable anger and fears, clear ways to souls that left South African soil untimely, let it fall, let it wash away the innocent blood spilled by the heartless monsters who turned our land into a place of horror and fear.
Let it fall and rinse the anger filled in our hearts before it kill us of cardiac arrest, maybe return Ubuntu to South Africans, maybe evoke human conscience to men, maybe remind all that we are one, one human race. Let it shower us with a new dawn, a new day of hope, humanity and oneness
Let it rain, so flowers can bloom, smiles be restored, for our faces have frowned way too long, let it fall and bring us sunny days and clear skies, were our hearts may learn peace again, maybe to forgive and be at joy again.
Let it rain and make Africa a whole again, maybe teach our minds that hatred and anger are never needed in our system as humans, maybe change how men view and see women, maybe teach them to value, protect and love our daughters and sisters, enough to never harm them ever, let it rain
#Poetic_Ink
I have travelled upon the earth and get lost in work
I have painted the covers of the universe and mingle
With animals in the dirt and have witness the bridges carried away in the sea and rough waves come chasing after me but I hoist myself upon big ships before the thunder rolls and there I find refuge for my soul.
Oh mountain of the sun come and accompany me before the day is done, the watchful eyes of the sea have surround me, I don’t know which way to turn and I don’t want my soul to burn; throw out the shadows of time and grant me what is mine
Our days are limited upon the earth and the vision I see is wrapped I up in the clouds and waiting to be explored.
It is more than just mist that is there but all is tangled up in fear
Meetings have come and gone and the closer you sit around
The bargaining table, the further you are away from it
It is the part of me that you cannot see that is driving the
World crazy over thee but I have it all together and you have to figure out which part fits with the moving script.
As the hours slips away and night turns into day, and days become weeks and weeks melts into months and months dissolve into year but the trees held its root firmly in the ground and destiny looks at me with solemn frown, I have held on so long and destiny is scared of singing my song.
Oh spirit of the courageous sea put on your diving suits and
make haste to come and rescue me; I am trapped in a village of swine with ice tumbling upon my head if you delay any longer soon everyone in the village will be dead, I have not live my life yet and I would like the ending to be happy so come and take this burden off me and cast I back into the roaring sea.
I have come from afar with one intention in my heart
And it is to get this thing right so that you stop the endless fight
There are mountains to climb and places to visit that are divine
There is a vast world out there waiting for me and nature wants me to be free; take one more look at the plan and you will understand that life was met to be free, come and share this vision with; I just want everybody to be happy.
Come and live this life with me and let the human race be free.
Pick and choose words that cluster rhymes,
Opt simple lines that ooze with ease;
Etch writes once heard where echoes chime,
Think feelings fine that buzz to please;
Ink stains seep grooves of cursive writes,
Charm wears a face in sanguine glow.
Urge describes moves as thoughts now cite,
Touch knows a grace where finesse shows;
Thrill and compose with spheres of light,
Embrace fond grounds where truth speaks clear;
Rise then to close such vivid flights,
Indulge what's found as sound sparks steer;
Notice the feel in time and space,
Gift of words heal the human race.
Leon Enriquez
06 January 2016
Singapore
I dreamed a dream so vivid and true
Lucid, this magical woman just happened to be you.
Offered hand, selfless as you embraced my fears
Kindness overwhelmed which led to my tears.
Still apprehensive, how thoughtful you are
You cherished me, as much as I cherish a falling star.
Blessed and valued by your eternal embrace
With you, all my problems, now I can face
Feeling your tenderness as we fly up high
Warmth from your heart, tears parched as I cry
Why do you care so? Encased with your affection
Adoration for all, good or bad, no-one feels rejection
How you shine, you hold the key to humanity
Civility to all, how your honesty led me to Christianity
Pure sincerity from your soul, an amazing grace
Polite, moral manors that is needed in the human race
Now I must leave and wake to the bitter land
I found respect from my dream, like you, I’ll offer my hand
Spreading the word, that graciousness to all is pure love
Hand in hand to a peaceful place, that’s the dream from up above.
I love you Nan, thank you for your inspiration
With your help from heaven, I’ll carry on with my salvation
You gave me the number nine to be a Humanitarian
Knowing how people will turn against this, the contrarian.
Is it printed on a poster for all to read
A newspaper closed due to printing what a government didn't want you to hear
A book explaining a better way to live
Graffiti on a wall telling you how it is
This is where freedom finds a way
Broadcast on a radio crackling above live fire
On a television screen, a documentary you have seen
On speakers corner gather round and hear the truth
In a meeting above a pub telling how it was
This is where freedom finds a way
Is it behind the wire of a concentration camp
or cowering in a air raid shelter with sirens ringing your ears
In a first world war trench awaiting certain death
behind the doors of a prison cell
This is where freedom finds a way
In your heart, the pain friends lost
your soul knowing right from wrong
eyes seeing the cruelty and the crimes
In your ears injustice spoken
this is where freedom finds a way
do not oppress us
make us slaves
make us do things against our will
the human race will rebel
this is where freedom finds a way
free will
comp entry where freedom finds the fire 21/03/2016
Important words are often spoken
when we hear them we instantly know
remember that we think to ourselves
it'll be useful one day truly so
There's one man who's every word spoken
was important to all who heard him
Jesus Christ the Son of God himself
a man of knowledge full to the brim
All who follow him know his greatness
for he does great things for his own
touching their life's with his power
spreading his seed till it be sown
So we need to tell all we know
of his splendour love and grace
for Jesus says to go and tell
all we know within the human race
This Jesus is full of compassion
enough to pour on you and me
no matter our troubled valleys so deep
he's sufficient to hear our every plea
Jesus is the great saviour
for he died on Calvary's tree
rose again on the third day
this he did making us free
('Howbeit Jesus suffered him not, but saith unto him, Go home to thy friends and tell them how great things the Lord hath done for thee, and hath had compassion on thee.')
Mark 5: 19 (KJV)