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Here within gloom, each movement makes
Or break old rules to set again
The breath of room to give and take
Both wise and fool to spark the plain.
No need to run or fight or cry
For day is done ere it began
In realms of pun that flavoured sigh;
So do have fun dear solemn friend.
Earth breeds this wood, and fire must burn
Wood in sure air, as water cools
Earth in fine mood that must in turn
Cycle despair in knave and fool.
Elements swing in fluid sure grace
As if to tell the story set
In fall and fling of time and space;
Yes, we do well to feed and fret.
So in-between this wax and wane,
Each random show must surge and die
A thousand dreams in life's sure lanes;
Give up the glow as ashes ply.
But now is here, and life goes forth
Brave in empty yet sure and fiery;
Passion finds sphere seeking true North
Hazy, dimly, in the blurry.
Indulge your feel in human stuff,
The things that burn away the grime;
Align and heal broken enough
To quickly turn, go beyond time!
For start is end, and ending starts;
The circle set in cycle sure;
All life thus trends to one pure heart
The core where wet and dry crafts pure!
For end greets start, and starting ends;
The broken links joined once again
In mind and heart in unknown blend
The seamless think that now feels sane.
Thus, time and space have come around
To fill the form where noise pollutes;
Love casts the pace in common grounds,
That lively norm that thought includes.
So on and on, and round and round,
The seasons rush and tumble down;
Movement beyond to spirit found
In soul and trust, both smiles and frowns.
Leon Enriquez
08 Apr 2014
Singapore
Each person fights a demon,
No one is ever spared,
But how strong of a monster is never truly shared.
And sometimes, no matter how hard you fight,
The demon is who wins.
Forty years of ups and downs,
Victories and losses,
each in turn like coin tosses,
Raced around the world and back,
The final battle is alone.
Some demons are so dangerous,
That others back away,
It is not lack of caring, but to protect others from its sway.
They hope and pray from afar,
Always wishing that you’ll win.
You make the final journey now,
Finding peace that you had lost,
Be with your kith and your kin with Hel a gracious host,
Give greetings to her father,
Give greetings to our kin.
Rest in peace finally,
You are beyond this test.
Dare you look away, my love?
Could my gaze cause you pain?
Your haunting voice enraptures me,
so how can I stay sane?
I drink deeply of the sight,
your face, so warm, so fair.
And how I wish to kiss you,
run my fingers through your hair.
You may say in your sweet song,
that you know me not so well.
Perhaps, but one need not but glance,
to fall beneath your spell.
And for my heart, alone, I ought,
to bring you flowers fair.
And for my heart, alone, I ought,
to ignore my halt and scare.
So much, always, to consider.
So much to weigh in turn.
The ever-question: how much can I,
ply your heart to burn?
You will feel my gaze, I fear,
for your voice is my heart's bread.
Wordless, ever, we might be,
though so much might be said.
Written early Easter morning
1 April 2018
how could this ever happen to one of your elected to be,
aren't these the ones you appoint in the end to set the captives free,
free this world from all their pain, and fear that sets beside them,
this unmarked path with crooked ways misconceived by satan's alignment,
tricked here, tricked there, with feeble arms, their weakness shelters and binds,
the days are here where love disappears, and the trueness tends to hide,
the fear that paralyzes the cripple forcefully stuck in his wheelchair,
no climbing, no running, no jumping, no hiding, he's left just sitting there,
addictions and heartaches, no arms reaching out, there's no trust left to give,
the personal ties that could heal us to bind means nothing to free them to live,
there's something springing about that's crossing over our nation,
voices that need to be heard, satan's rule blocking loves concentration,
there's an urgency in this message, rising from the hills,
we need to spend more time in god's presence, in turn we must be still,
there's a fight that's coming underway, we can't back down, we must pull together,
there's power in the family, the body of christ, a love that lives forever,
people will so easily be deceived, and some in fear will crawl into their mental
hole,
but in preparation we'll step out into the world with strength, and god will protect
our soul,
we must not turn our backs on love, we can't be scared to be let down,
for wherever we go we will find disappointment, heartache is so easily found,
our love must flourish on god alone, we must keep our churches in prayer,
for in heaven is where we'll come together, one day we will all meet there.
Form:
In an alphabet book that my grandson once liked,
One page unfamiliar to me
Which, in turn, got my curiosity spiked,
Was the animal listed for P.
For a pangolin isn’t your average beast,
But an anteater covered in scales,
Looking quite prehistoric from head to, not least
Of its features, those long spiky nails.
It waddles in search of its main source of food,
For which it employs every sense,
Yet if threatened, it is very quickly subdued;
Curling up is its only defense.
I learned all about this today on TV,
But I’m glad that awareness was raised
In an alphabet book on which, ages ago,
Both my grandson and I once had gazed.
I am Reality’s angel
resting on the broad shoulders of discovery
the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target
ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you
there is a creator of all things
He is just and patient
many still have fallen into the masses of shadow
wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy
I have seen grown men fall like rose petals
and weaklings rise into unjust leaders
forever the follower of furtive evil
dominating only to remain inferior
the most important answers lie in the unseen regions
where no sense can fully give assurance
the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn
grows weary because of the distance it must take
and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates
it is knowing we are seeking something far
that could very possibly not exist,
that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense
it is knowing all we really think we know
is meaningless
and yes—even a lie
all that has been written thus far rests under my wings
under the warmth in which you refuse to feel
can you believe in me—
though I am completely unseen?
how much more difficult would it be to see
Him?
Where tender shoots each day birth new mercies,
cultured in your word, my young spirit grows.
From sun up, to down, your Spirit rises,
I find myself humbled by your incense.
I heed not to tread on the serpent's path,
for the weathered road is rarely righteous.
Though deep pits and snares lie in wait for me,
Salvation's call guides me not to stumble.
In arduous times, you bring me a friend,
someone to share life's treasures and beauty.
My heart is overcome with joy for God,
for he has blessed me in my downcast state.
Aged I am, but ever new by his grace,
I attend to my own kin, my own flock.
In turn, God shines favour on my own kin,
and they too, go have kindred of their own.
For as I have not strayed from you, Lord God,
they too, have not departed from your ways.
These years I have sought your face, ran the race.
Now, hold me in your arms, and take me home.
03.09.2024
Your Spell — Sacred Hallucination
Your gaze consumes me like the smoke of holy incense rising slow,
Through your eyes swing open gates to worlds of crystal and of dream,
And the flowers of your soul sing an unspoken hymn, a glow,
Till I melt in liquid golden waves and drown in the abyss's stream.
Your echo rocks me through the galaxies of living ember-light,
Like silk serpents that breathe softly over my burning soul,
And the shadows of your radiance beat their drums beneath a fading night,
From a fire ritual danced by gods who stretch their arms to make me whole.
I sigh and heaven grows inside me like a forest made of glass,
When your hand touches my forehead and long-dead colors catch and burn,
And my soul becomes a labyrinth of mirrors and astral mass,
And you are the key of light that loosens every form in turn.
A cosmic shiver breaks me when you look with your goddess eyes,
And stars descend into my chest like seeds of living fire,
Through my veins flow rivers of mercury under a poisoned moon that lies,
With perfumes from other eons, from a realm beyond desire.
Your voice calls out to me like an oracle from a sacred cave,
Through the soft labyrinth of dreams that pulse one final time,
And I no longer know of edges, I no longer know of stone or grave,
I am stardust in your palms at the crossroads of a dawn sublime.
Your whole being is a temple carved from obsidian and light,
A longing grips me for other worlds that spiral through the divine,
You are the magic that undoes me and makes me whole and right,
And I am reborn from my own falling every time you touch me with your shine.
There were clouds from the sky
To be a little darker then before
Some thoughts in sacrifice to deny
The ever mist in darken haze to recall
And the walked path was an unsheltered one
He who bears the weight of unnoticed vapour
Should be realized to have unflustered thoughts come undone
For he who thinks will thoughts be flooded lesser!
That be pure and impure to see
For a path of evil may well be a course to undertake
To understand the substances of purity
To then walk perhaps the dream-fill path in wake
As the rain becomes heavier in turn
It only meant for the routes be harder to view
To be drench toward a point of no-return
Guess not the unseen road but be sure of surreal!
Mayhaps an after-rain be of rain an after
To share the affair and to embrace as one… the unknown
And to walk is the path already be taken forever
Yet the rain, hasn’t me to recall of those being shown
The sun was setting where i sat,
reliving the moment of where i was at,
the broken glass shattered all around,
the grass spread flat down to the ground,
the yellow tape that warned me not to pass,
out of anger, i wanted to rip right in half,
placing my hands down on the spot where you lay,
with dirt filled tears streaming down my face,
at that very moment, silence filled the air,
so surreal,,the numbness took me there,
as i caught my breath and stood to my feet,
how i looked in front of everyone meant nothing to me,
the other half of me was stolen that day,
i saw the enemy laugh in my face,
after that day my life wasn't the same,
after that day my heart changed,
i went to the church were i grew up,
the pastor prayed with me and said never give up,
God loves you more than you will ever know,
and i pray he will place you with a family were your heart can grow,
and at that moment i could not see my life as i did before,
God was replacing that pain, and in turn gave me more,
He softened my heart in ways i can't explain,
He took that fear and replaced it with love that day,