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She was turning sixteen at the stroke of midnight,
Unbeknown to family her unfortunate blight,
Was about to become work in progress,
No need to ask permission or advise or confess,
A beautiful young girl about to be added and abandoned
To statistics, thrown to the four winds to waste,
And why, because she met him, he sealed her fate,
A fiendish twenty-two-year-old acne faced pimp,
Clueless, badly spoken, helpless addict, a wimp,
She would join the soulless after he’d ravaged her,
His bright red Ferrari bought with blood, did readily purr.
It’s bucket seats stained with muck from within his self,
Using his filthy, nasty, perilous, notorious, smelly wealth.
Suddenly the sixteen year old beauty was surrounded by light,
At the stroke of the city clock chiming twelve, at midnight,
It was halfway between a dirty syringe and a planned binge,
Reality woke her up, saw a gap escaped, ran as far as she could,
Was swept up in the arms of her parents, who finally understood,
They were about to lose their daughter to the war on drugs,
And a handful of mercenary, manipulative criminals, thugs,
But the angel of mercy was on her side, with a stern might.
The pimp hopelessly drunk and pumped with drugs took other girls
Lives, as they flew like birds over the cliff side, screaming with fright.
Poets Escape
by Odin Roark
How willing
This heart and mind
Absorbing pain's daily prose
Global flagellation becoming
Best sellers
Top Box-office
Google's lifeblood
Whether Syria's dismemberment
Washington's absurdity
Or Hollywood's Grand Guignol Follies
Exhausted passions and intelligence
Clutter synaptic duty
Excused as collateral damage
Everyday wars of fear
Slowly accelerate
This self-destructive countdown
Repeating Time's insidious cycle
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
While few escape
Some find refuge
In the manifestos of metaphor
Using echoes of cranial madness
Illusion's manic voice
Mumbling through the night
Arranging similes
This is like that
That is this
Until...
Dream's phosphoreal mirage
Becomes imagination's reality
Layered tapestry hanging firm
Mind's needlework in progress
Becoming woven experience
To shroud forever
Weakness's acquiescence
For what?
For whom?
Poets know not
They just are
Art gallery glimpses
Posters on walls;
Unfamiliar insights
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Fresh good market
Country festival;
Abundant fruits
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Young child escorted
Proud parents each side;
Nurture greets nature
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Roasted meat stall
Duck, chicken, BBQ pork;
Appetizing fares
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Pay day queue
Busy ATM buzz;
Cash flow escapades
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Sleepy moments
Heavy eyelids flutter;
Bedtime stories
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Quizzical notions
Unanswered query;
Planning-in-progress
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Chinese Pu-Er tea
Refreshing brew;
Fragrant sensations
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Sparrow sing-song
Rainy day complaint;
Resting on my ledge
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Crows on a tree
Casuarina bough;
Wet evening dark
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Ships by the bay
Sunset silhouettes;
City lights glimmer
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City skyscrapers
Deserted weekend;
Sullen silence presides
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Sunday orchestra
Noisy enclave crowds;
Chattering diaspora
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Foreign workers gather
Common language screams;
Home town dispensations
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Social integration
Newcomers and old salt;
Brine for salted cabbage
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Dear Pandora
Curiosity brings curse;
Hope endures boldly
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Words struggle now
Crisp commotion here;
Pain sublimates thought
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Style sparks smiles
Bitter gall precipitates;
Ideas emerge
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Leon Enriquez
30 November 2014
Singapore
Hit me with your best shot
I am the keeper
I leave between
Heaven
and Earth, I am the tallest
I am the fastest
I am the seer
But the Might above all, hit
me with your best shot
How clever are you?
How agile a computer are you?
And how good as angel are you?
And how bad a Lucifer are you?
I keep day and night
Hit me with your best shot
Do you have etiquette?
Do you have netiquette?
What are your impact in progress?
How many people have you shown the right way?
How many people have you misled on the right may?
How many people does your actions extrude tears of sorrow in their eyes?
How many people does your actions extrude tears of joy in their eyes?
What are your actions that undermined you that you would saw His
mercy on the day of judgement?
No one had ever escaped me, I am the keeper that
keeping good and bad deed. HIT
ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT.
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AI touch up is now in progress
Be careful though not to lose focus
One wrong blink and here they come
He is now she and I am now he
The worlds gone crazy its safe to say
But how on earth did it get this way?
Everyone wants to fight
Nobody wants to look to the light
AI in progress is being cheered
But when did an opinion become weird?
They lock you up now just for standing
Whilst others roam and climb a mountain
Whites vs browns is now the rhetoric
But its OK when your all wearing a Nike tick
We cheered them on, but it didn't come home
Instead this world is now all blown
Little girls lost their lives
Making bracelets for a concert in sight
They just wanted to dance, sing, laugh and play
But that was all taken away
AI in progress gets louder each time
But are we going to toe the line?
The problem is not just white vs colour
That should never have ever mattered
AI in progress is now here
But long gone are the crowds of cheers
AI in progress that is now life
AI in progress.....are you ready to fight?
AI touch up now in progress...
Be careful not to lose focus......
The poet is the dreamer, weaving pictures of love
into the palm of the mind in time.
Giving away freely those caring images
of a dream maker in melodic rhyme.
The prowess of the believer will continue to unfold,
by visions in dreams all miracle behold.
Loves mysteries in souls do grow,
faculties of healing affection only lovers know to sow.
The eternal soul knows of what we are made,
the spectrum by no worldly desire cannot invade.
Echoes of divine will by compassion to see,
the rich maze of kind words by pondering to be.
Legacies in the void as matter in progress for sure,
precise beauty emerges by mystery in joy to endure.
Time cannot be the thief anymore as tread,
when climes of faith are not forget.
Memories in concern of touching spirit spend,
and when the heart feels so innocent.
When you can't find peace,
And just need to release,
These pent up energies,
Remember this please,
Life can be a mess.
It's a work in progress,
Sometimes you have to guess,
Mess with the colors a bit,
See what you discover.
Did you uncover a new technique?
Each person's path is unique,
You tweak it here,
Tweak it there,
Brush strokes are everywhere.
Like strands of spaghetti,
It doesn't look pretty,
Petty patterns interrupt me,
Disrupting the flow,
They're helping to grow,
Into the life you want to know.
Showing piece by piece,
Picture your perfect peace,
Release all expectation,
Creation is a masterpiece,
Based in experimentation.
WHOLESOMENESS :
How bad this thing is,
For befriending colleagues he found in the office,
Who posited to have him dismissed.
In sheep cloaks they were his frenemies.
They all became very close,
Starts sharing personal life goals.
Showing themselves what each other knows.
Boom,rapport flows.
When the friendship seemed to grow,
Suddenly, they enviously had him opposed,
Unnecessarily as everything roughly goes.
Went about having his good intentions twistedly exposed,
So that administration will let him go home.
By grace it didn't happen as he hoped,
Even he wasn't reproached.
Such malicious things some people do.
Came back acting as if they've done nothing bad to him.
Good he now prevents them from seeing his moves,
So they don't make him feel confused.
Whenever opportunity appears on desk,
They choose to give them out instead.
Although he deserves them since he's the best,
And he works earnestly without stress.
But sake of discrimination,it goes to someone else.
God's work on him was in progress.
On his calender he's always placed first.
He is now a C.E.O of his own company
Sometime past he questioned himself "why?"
Thought nothing would have been fine.
Got locked up in his mind,
As he wished he could just die,
And leave this globe behind,
"Suicidal thoughts",
I prayed he doesn't confine.
Everything was going to be fine.
Jehovah keeps him with his eyes,
From the heavens, down to this earth.
The battle was hard but it's well.
Stood in front of a mirror,
Saw nothing but horror.
Stranded in meditation like moron.
Lost taking the stricture.
Couldn't identify himself in clear picture.
Unemployment, financial issues torn his structure.
All he wished for was restructure,
For life to return better.
He stayed in solitary all that while.
Praying all he's going through beguiles.
Day to day, ensuring his experiences are compiled.
After the dust settles down he'll reminisce and smile.
That's today,where life looks beautiful with his children and wife.
And everybody testifies about it, as everybody admires.
Gypsum drags in the inwards
Welcoming solace in embrace
My mouth parched
Still searching
For the warm dew
Of gentle thighs
Empirical knowledge
Heralds the familiar refrain
Engulfment echoes
in what follows
Failing intently the pressing
Of conviction
Thoughts bare fruit here
Heavy from ponder
Never falling to be heard
Where senses take leave
To hoard in greed
Sabbaticals of feral kisses
We will dine tonight
On ourselves
Me, Myself and I
Stuffing further what's left
Into this comfy cocoon where
Time consumes our lingering
Transforming purpose
Yet, not transformed
Leaving the solvency
Of existence to hold breath
My chrysalis weaves itself
From dreams caught adrift
Binding barren pages
Yearning for their author
A Soul bereft of form
Metamorphosis in progress
Waiting.....
An eternity and still.....
Bound tightly to await
For Serendipity to unfurl
Her gifted Genesis
To touch my Soul
Happy birthday, sir
Loose all in praises, dear
Believe you of me
You are so strong
Like the praise song
Which makes brethren be
So elated in spirit
Moved with mighty hands
Hovering above the digit
Of the rhythmic commands
Surely, those blessings parading
Are destined fortunes for us
In the readiness of compliance aiding
To the dancing sand crooks fuss
No external force fuse the mind
Unless the internal cruise it blind
No influence rent heart a forceful action
Until ego resolves to exact the interaction
Just like a dream
Transit placed itself on sky
Dead troubles scream
To have itself in sigh
Bringing about the sure worse
How hard to mouth spirit's meal
Then save the hangry belle
For the sake of a fixed heart
Rendering attack in broken sequence
Hiring fear and courage from distance
Closing itself far, mining fatigue
Beyond negritude cosmos intrigue
Waking consideration off the bar
With joy reserved for all so far
Who make comforter
The one to come home to
Than make periodic fast day
The one to commune with
And afterwards turn a desserter
Leaving the cloudy sky blue
Off to honour geotic way
As the able pith
Keep the light on
In progress, live on...