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The mind wants to believe in positivity around the globe & when this desire sets its roots, what happens next is a world wide disease 'Globasity'
It spreads like a forest fire but unfortunately its end doesn't come as free and easy as does its Origin or Spread!
But wait, this term is too general !
What are the modern prejudices we want to talk about, here !
The world we are in today has an immensity of problems as well as solutions, lifestyles or rules and regulations !
Be it private, government, or corporate, nothing remains untouched by this abundance !
The most surprising aspect about the term 'Probability' being 'Uncertainties', have different Nature, too !
All this might sound like a jigsaw puzzle but well, here is an attempt to nurture its meaning relatable !
These biases which are far beyond the differences prevailing in minds of an Individual set their roots in 'Perception' !
A misfortune occurring to oneself or some other can get stuck forever if developing strength against any such happenings is not taught since the very beginning.
The study or observance of practicality that develops from the learning of pasts with adulteration of perceptions, at each level !
Another instance is, an embellished wits of someone is a challenge to another but what makes it malign or beautiful is the perception. So, most difficult question out of all this is what builds it and how can it be changed !
Talking physically, it can be changed only by understanding and working towards its betterment.
What creates a stagnation towards its betterment is the adamant mind to sustain adaptability. For others to adapt your thoughts you need to adapt them yourselves first so that you can be understandable and not contradictory, hence, confusing !!
If all you need & want is to run away from the thoughts responsibly, you must take the burden of your decision and hence adapt your lifestyle henceforth. Putting resentment in mind is not good for healthy survival.
So, no matter what the decision is, taking charge is the ultimate solution !
By taking a charge I mean other's success should not develop repentance for your decision but a firmness in chosen path is important ????
Many years ago, I’d been seeing
My whole life in front of me.
Like a tale, I could tell how it’d end,
By simply looking at how it begins.
Thinking I’d been born this way,
Without any luck.
With no other options,
Neither freedom, nor choice
to change anything
from which has already been written
in the past.
In fact, it’s nothing more
than a bird’s cage for me,
& even worse than the darkest dungeon,
Which has been keeping me locked up
All alone inside, for so long.
Till I realized I’ve been yearning
Something deep down from within
Which I myself, couldn’t even comprehend...
At the very core of my solitary soul
There was a space of emptiness
Seemed like a missing piece
of a jigsaw puzzle..
And like a pile of love letters
from a long lost lover,
it's been left unread
At the darkest corner of my soul!
Was it about my long forgotten dreams?
Or perhaps the things I’ve wished I had
But never had the chance to become my own?
What could it be?
It’s the greatest mystery I’ve been keeping in my heart, for so long..
I thought it’s just a myth
In my own wishful thinking!
Too good to be true or to be mine.
Therefore, should be kept ignored
Like those unread letters ,
from a long lost lover.
Or as an old file of forgotten
impossible dreams!
That should be left untouched
Until the very end!
One lucky day, I stumbled upon a special mirror!
So different from the one
I used to see in front of me!
Just a simple touch on it
with my fingertips
I was promised of the possibility
To live happily & free!
At first, I thought, it’s nothing
but reflection of my own self alone
But then, I’ve realized it’s beyond
What I have ever seen before!
My lonely face, which for so long
has never known how to smile again,
Had finally been smiling
In front of it for almost all day long.
Till many long days
of waiting & staring at it faithfully
I was at last! able to see clearly
behind its mystery!
Real connection I had
With the image inside,
It finally revealed the truth
Right before my very eyes!
The image of the one I see
in front of me, Is no one else ..
But the loveliest image
of the OTHER HALF of me!
“Sanitized for Your Own Protection”
non bis in idem
“untrue”, she considered
the letter was passed
between steel lines
vertical
and read
“you’re not born again
until you are dead”
signed
“Sanitized for Your Own Protection”
Invisible, the cuts in a heart.
Love in its many parts
A Jigsaw Puzzle
Bleeding
pieces of a life
moved around
on clean courthouse tables
before all the books of Judges
discounted time now lost
heartache and the truth recognised for what it was,
reprised like a mouse trapped on a spinning wheel
unable to "get off"
Red
A Road Light
the doe stopped dead in her tracks
was roadkill from the start
she was marked
pulled apart
and disjointed
by the beloved hunter
a haunted unnamed ghost
now seeking forgiveness
tongue out to receive the host
A Jigsaw Puzzle
pieces moved
forward on a
black and white board
bleeding out
the violence unseen
sanitized
abstract bruises hidden
light and dark
veiled like a bride
maintain some kind of dignified
Silence;
but not the eyes
non bis in idem
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Violence" / Grimes
https://youtu.be/aUFbN492-R0
“And the day came
when the risk to remain tight in a bud
was more painful
than the risk it took to blossom.”
Anais Nin
1.
https://www.helpguide.org/articles/abuse/domestic-violence-and-abuse.htm
2.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Femicide
3.
3.a
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intimate_partner_violence
3.b
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC6168672/
3.c
https://apps.who.int/iris/bitstream/handle/10665/77432/WHO_RHR_12.36_eng.pdf;jsessionid=99EDC22C2E452BCBCC86376AA98AF846?sequence=1
4.
4.a
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Non_bis_in_idem
4.b
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Double_jeopardy
Lyrics/Violence, Grimes
https://genius.com/Grimes-violence-lyrics
Journey Journal Page
JUST LET GO
By Leon Enriquez
Life here is a jigsaw puzzle
Each day brings you a new challenge
So we learn to bear with struggle
We tarry and fault-find talent
With each problem we encounter
We twist and turn and then fall prey
Stuck with our own misdemeanours
If we but learn to humbly pray
~~~~~~~~~
True love can bear hurts that now sting
Watch faith and hope heal what pain starts
Learn to let go of hurtful things
Guilt and regret that cuts your heart
So be good and kind and be soft
Do not let hate clip your own wings
Yet fly true and straight to joy’s loft
Where angels move your soul’s pulse strings
~~~~~~~~~
Sing to the dawn for fond blessings
Ask your kind soul to heal your heart
Aim to turn your life page and sing
Dance and feel cleansing love impart
Be true to your humble good heart
Then watch your fine soul rise above
The world’s ills and hurts as you start
For kindness binds true healing love
~~~~~~~~~
Release the jail bird in the cage
Just let go and style a pure smile
Let your sure heart heal your own rage
Then surely live your life worthwhile
As you walk your journey quest here
Be without malice and forgive
Be gracious to echo sincere
Be the hallmark the way you live
~~~~~~~~~
Yes learn and discern to live well
Go beyond sage or fool or clown
To know what your true heart now tells
Transcend rise and fall, up and down
Love is the way to truly live
Be humble and contrite of heart
Be gentle and steadfast to give
To create a life of fine art
~~~~~~~~~
Love bestows a placid mint
Upon your repertoire truly
Psalm and hymn now raise happy tints
As the spirit anchors story
Remember: just let go of pain
As happy moments frame outcomes
Love uplifts you in stress and strain
With grace that miracle now sums
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
10 January 2024
Singapore
Life is nothing, but a large over-sized struggle,
Broken into many pieces, like a complicated jigsaw puzzle,
There's no light at the end of my complex life tunnel,
I'm stepped on, beaten up, eating words through a funnel,
No such thing as true love, all these females want is lust,
They all need a man who's paid, and treat them so rough,
Living life as a criminal, my hands always in cuffs,
Gang banger, drug dealer, must try and stay tough,
My life's so screwed up, man, its a monolithic mess,
Can't even leave my house, without a bullet proof vest,
Five oh's in my house, got a warrant for my arrest,
But as each day past, i find myself caring less,
Embarrassment to my family, got them all feeling ashamed,
Can't look me in the eye, cause they found out about my color game,
Kicked out of my house, got me roaming these streets,
Starvation comes around, I've been hungry all week,
Slinging dope, sniffing coke, popping pills makes me choke,
Not a cent to my name, god i hate being broke,
I steal the stuff that i want, and take the things that i need,
Not a night of real sleep, feel like my eye's about to bleed,
Relationship problems, making me super pissed,
Haven't talked to her in days, thought i would be missed,
But she treat me differently, like she's losing all her love,
Why would she want a guy who's always high on some drug,
Grandma's in the hospital, she can't even walk,
I saw the look on her face, she didn't even need to talk,
Her grandson's a mess up, he's a true loser,
I wanna change all for her, before i might lose her,
On my knees, praying to god, to keep my family safe,
And hope that one day, they move away from this place,
Fake friends say fake stuff, then later laugh in my face,
Life's beating me down, man, I'm losing this race,
But I'm a survivor, I'm life's game soldier,
And i rather be dead, then to hear the words game over.
Form:
Is it to be something if nothing it is can be
The wheeling whirring cogs
In the cluttering clatter of atoms and stars
Whirring their physics into oblivion
Nothing more than the sum of all thier predictable parts
With their explosive destinations of entropy
A cascade failure of universal proportions
And cold chemical reactions
The final mathematical solutions inevitability
In the scientific frame work of gypsy fortune telling
That dark arrogant stranger of theoretical abstractions
Propounds its dilettante persuasion
It really is the end of everything
Blank implacable jigsaw puzzle of creation
No fractal derivatives intention
Accidental constructions of a leaf
And merely fortuitious energetic geometry
Have no basis in perceivable materiality
Nothing else is conscious
Only our minds and thoughts perceive
And we cannot give into the weirdness
Of any spirituality
Let the mystics and the prophets adhere
To those hokum pocus philosophies
A flower is a flower
A Bee is just a Bee
A clouds is simply a collection of droplets
Water just one single molecule of the sea
A mountain is nothing but rock
And sand is just a beach
Wind is nothing more than the movement of air
And light a photon a particle wave
All so elementary
Nothing so simple to explain
Despite all their complexity
And still in all the scientific clap trap
None can clearly explain
How such infinitesimal organization
Works so well with harmony
As if balance were its founding key
How do these miraculous events
Come to be
Try as they might
With laudable agreement
And back-scratching prize winning theory
To contain in particle physics
And inadequate thermonuclear dynamics
How they themselves and we
Came to consciously be
Walking through a miracle
On the sacred ground of reality
Everything so much more than just the sum
of all its parts
"Who are they, anyway..."?
My father would say. I could have argued,
there are different, many theys:
they might shape you with the delusional screams of their hatred through their words,
the language of their body;
they might mold a bi-ped shade of night colors.
Joyce Carol Oates entitled one of her novels "Them", written in 1969.
A saga that begins in the 1930s.
That ends in 1969, with the infamous, historic riot in New York whose sparks lit a sense of injustice, righteousness in the participants/victims.
The novel's characters propel forward
with their primitive need to survive,
and they are white, poor.
They have uncrontrollable, external forces poking, sometimes punching them,
for their poverty.
The violence of others cuts into the segments, the fragments of their lives.
As if one or others are piecing together a jigsaw puzzle that is of a person and all his traits.
The violence of a man who abandons
his family, instilling anger in the children.
They despise their father,
who helped their mother nurture them.
Their inner flames become ashes
that settle and cling, unable to be loosened
and shed. It is as if they are breathing chalk,
when they remember, a portrait of a family
in a deep dark blend of acrylic tints.
The desperation in the wife,
so she has to bend to the Earth
to grapple..with her body.
Her son grows up, battling
through scenes of injustices, his stoked, simmering rage erupting with the fires,
the burning of the 1969 riot.
Their anger was tossed to torch their homes,
reflected in the dusky sky,
the orange-red-gold blaze of the Sun
a blood clot bursting over a Community
that will bleed throughout the next several generations..
another Sunset, really...
"Who are they, anyway"?
Caress of grace sublime, shows on our face,
of peace that surpasses understanding;
a jigsaw puzzle others cannot lace,
our aura both gentle and commanding.
It’s not that we don’t share but few can pair,
with the road map that leads to joyous bliss,
stemming from soul’s inner light, self-aware,
borne by pure love of Divine Mother’s kiss.
Symbols we use, interpreted by mind,
are in truth addressed to the heart centre,
so it’s best we leave all knowing behind
and simply allow bliss mists to enter.
Resting counsel of ego deceptive,
clear truth is known to pure hearts receptive.
Clear truth is known to pure hearts receptive,
whose life purpose is God search in earnest,
cognised by soul’s mindful eye perceptive,
allowing love seeds in our heart to nest.
Love is not a pretended emotion
and therefore we must first choose to be still,
distancing ourselves from thought commotion,
dwelling in silence, till voids within fill.
All that that comes and goes is unreal
and with this understanding we begin,
living in the moment with zest and zeal,
weeding away cravings that lead to sin.
When such emptiness becomes our soul’s choice,
we begin to hear whispers of God’s voice.
We begin to hear whispers of God’s voice,
when we hold steady resolve and focus,
upon which we feel nodes within rejoice,
moving in form along the bliss locus.
We may call this Holy Spirit or chi
but leaving labels for the time aside,
what happens is for the first time we see,
that the God we sought resides deep inside.
Beholding God in clear sight, light soft white,
we see that our soul’s made in His image,
pulsating within with unbound delight
and with this knowing, we become a sage.
Having no mundane, earthy goals to chase,
caress of grace sublime, shows on our face.
Rats! Mine Poetic Submissions Once Again Deemed Floccinaucinihilipilification
/?fläks??nôs??ni?hil??pil?fi'kaSH?n/
(floc·ci·nau·ci·ni·hil·i·pil·i·fi·ca·tion)
Countless declined submissions of mine,
tipping scales massive
Earth Atlas shrugged,
(he nonchalantly shouldered
1.317 × 10^25 lbs)
sends storied ambition plummeting
millstone yoked neck analogous
to bajillion pound weight
thus yours truly
doth modify expectations
absolute zero prospect
I will posthumously
attain poet laureate status
within human league,
asper dignified luminaries
comprising cognoscenti pantheon
posthumously storied authors
renown unto posterity,
yet ever since disembarking...
fashioning, finagling, forging
building blocks of English Language
humble mission courtesy this wordsmith
never sunk entrenched ambitions
into virtual sea constituting briny deep
wide whirling webbed waters
intent to reel eyes,
neither fame nor fortune,
but wield unique signature
this landlubber mentally laboring
to heft cumbersome words
chiseling, fitting (jigsaw puzzle pieces)
interlocking snuggly, asper
analogous mortise and tenon,
or (sometimes forcefully jamming)
multisyllabic deeply oceanographic
flowingly, trending intrinsically quixotic
harmonically sympathetic...
to affect pacific effect,
nonetheless attempt to launch,
albeit figuratively shipshape anchored
literary endeavor metrically
bobbing (with square pants) along
gently down stream of consciousness
side stepping excessively
indignant, flagrant, arrogant...
undertones, yet present
political perturbations pain
this doubting Thomas unitarian,
whose outlook good n plenti grim,
especially insatiable thirst
about global/world events
can barely be slaked!
Offended is an expensive Vintage
blended
lacking precision
I recommend a less sulfuric fermentation
-----------Varietals-------------
grapes of wrath
so much to offer
each glass
examine
swirl
smell
breathe and savor
see legs of the vine
tannins to taste
or we can
over drink
over think
get wasted and offended
tick clocks fast
amidst boiling stew
issues skewed by our own jaded views
we can be peaceful
yet perceived to push hate
our temple may become damaged
via friendly fire
and as for poets...
we may be the single most egotistical, emotional, tremendously divine
individuals of all time and we know it!
we laugh when skies cry, seek solitude as joyful crowds arrive
we write and write 'till pens run dry of ink
we, the Swiss cheese...
we pretend to be bulletproof, whilst writhing inside
we juxtapose
we justify
we jigsaw puzzle brothers and muzzle others
we control situations then
recite white lies to
monopolize conversation
all the while remaining dedicated to being offended
with loose change and pretentious
and boy we've figured out the whole Multi-Verse because
"My Deity can beat up your Deity!
yet, let me not be the last fool to promise you,
we are so miniscule, the god's will be too busy swinging sticks on the golf links
to visit you before the toil of your sore drama is through
we must pave our way, keeping heads clear and high
stamping urgency upon trusting self
Mister Bob Marley sang it best with: "EVERYTHINGS GONNA BE ALRIGHT!"
shhh...LISTEN
upon this short enlightening journey
exists a plethora of big aspirations
we'll fail to grasp if our hopes swirl in the vortex of black clouds
sidetracked
offended at misunderstandings and minute words
burning midnight oil on the spoil.