Long Mindscape Poems
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In the dark alley of time thoughts wander lost
as the split heart stumbles in emotive pitfalls.
The frailty of the indistinct fragile future
casts the shadow of despair on inherent acuity
that dissipates in the tormenting wilderness,
making the errant spirit mystified in mortal polarity.
The search for a lighted pathway to escape
and to carve an egoistic shape for the divided self,
configures the essence with contrasting elements,
chasing the migrant mirage of illusive opulence
until in the mended mindscape sprouts sagacious sense,
not to be allured by the impermanence of duality.
With the fusion of polarities in infinite euphoric realm,
the spiritual passage across the perception stratum,
achieved by the introspective amalgamation
of the twofold notions through transcendence,
merges the division of outside-in and inside-out,
as innate harmony integrates the multiplicity of the self.
Detached from the confused life’s binary threads,
awareness sinks in the depth of eternal singular psyche
where time is consumed in timeless deep silence,
the joy of living dances to the tune of God’s grace
with the pristine perception that rises from abyss.
The soul then is the supreme acumen of benign bliss.
Feuding mental nemesis appear...
anytime after the bewitching hour
re: stroke of midnight whence this
sudden loss of mental, physical &
spiritual stamina takes a kamikaze
nose dive think crash test dummy.
Bright eyed and bushy tailed
after arising from a deep sleep
where the locomotive
hashtagged and seamlessly engineered
roaring, snorting, and tearing
to go down the lines,
(or actually an artificially
intelligent hunk of steel
a smart train
powered to glide
above the tracks
(called a maglev train,
which short for magnetic levitation
to glide preprogrammed
and zip inches above the tracks)
analogous to a powered iron horse
think a horse with wings
most famously called Pegasus,
a divine winged stallion
in Greek mythology
born from the blood
of the Gorgon Medusa,
he famously got ridden
by the hero Bellerophon
and later serves Zeus
by carrying his thunderbolts.
Analogous to yakety-yak or yackety-yak
the soundcloud issues "whickity-whack"
punctuates the equilibrium
with a syncopated,
yet barely audible rhythmic thwack
as railroad cars
at light speed
whoosh across train track plank
that connects and supports the rails
(called a railroad tie in North America)
or a railway sleeper
(in the UK, Australia, and Canada)
a bang for the bucking bronco doth pack
a surge of electrical boost to ensure
reminding one of the nursery rhyme
starting out as this old man,
he plays (fill in the blank
with the number
of your choice) knick knack
paddy whack give your dog a bone
and then synchronized
with the word syllabification
hinting phonetically
at what the ear
hears as be-yo any
(b-o-n-e)
which above stated
structures of silence
soundlessly bedeviled,
disrupted, and fostered
within the mindscape as ENIAC
(Electronic Numerical Integrator and Computer)
functioned by routing
high-speed electrical pulses
through thousands of vacuum tubes
and switches to perform calculations
vigilantly sustained -
now imagine whereat little
spongebob square pants
hustling hither and yon, to and fro
within the noggin
to allow, enable and provide
an uninterrupted flow of processes
instead of using moving mechanical gears,
said Goliath used electronic logic
to count pulses and perform
up to 5,000 additions per seconds -
revolutionizing wartime computing
which scenario caused me
to experience a splitting headache.
In delicate dale
of latticed life,
at esoteric edge
of sinking sky,
hermit horizon
shimmers sensuous,
paled passion
glows.
On convolute contours
of scrambled dream,
whirlpool desire
swivels in inert stream,
arcane mindscape
usurped unsculpted
in twilight obscurity,
destined
In platitude plateau,
the final flow
originates inspired,
ordained for
integral fusion
with supreme sea,
the end embraces
sublime silence,
reflective.
Suffused engulfed
by sunrise shades,
longing designs,
perpetuity illusion
embeds eternal efflux,
carries vibrant soul
to the bay of bliss,
virtually.
Ephemeral social media rendezvous
"Abort, Retry, Fail?"
(or "Abort, Retry, Ignore?")
essentially spells does not compute
in bobbing spongy mindscape
of your friendly martian
donned with square pants,
when he experiences unresponsiveness
from *****sapiens
whose interpersonal offline etiquette
indicative as if yours truly
hailed from an alien nation,
yet said earthlings take objection
if their overture not acknowledged
to him/her, whereby he/she
exhibits vituperative ranting and raving
prompting me to speculate double standard
beholden courtesy egocentric species,
especially when attempts
to subscribe to netiquette
yields disastrous results
hashtagging me as deplorable basket case.
Linkedin thru tenuous
webbed world wide
electronic thread defied
no matter flurry of emails/
messages exchanged flattery applied
courtesy transient online
tête à tête downside
cyber venue offers convenient exit
personal aversion, I chide
brevity figurative thorn in side
futile effort Androcles tried
I haint lion, familiarization denied
fledgling cyber acquaintanceships
dead on the vine, yours truly sighed
potential friendship never fortified,
cuz immediate value judgement cast,
instantaneously prejudiced aversion
perhaps hidden agenda implied
maybe intimated illusions of grandeur
netiquette nuances overstepped, I chide
yours truly vouchsafe
absolute zero great expectation
love smitten wounds pride,
the Italian girl in Algiers
inchoate mystique forever unknown
nonetheless fantasize bartered bride
figment of overactive imagination
hence grist for poetry mill
grateful fleeting rapport tried
to take flight before sputtering
doomed to dustbin of history (mine)
filed within memory as template guide
against future unnecessary disappointment
best stick to your guns abide
against infatuation lest
conjured lass doth override
focus on reality no matter who espied
Facebook post, tis foolhardy
to allow, enable, and provide leeway,
hence aimless thoughts elide
dear boy, ya never learned always denied
rapture becoming ensnared
noose sense and sensibility stride
ding blindly, dumbly, foolishly...,
into own perilous entrapment, verstehen?
My never ending
search for whatever
this psychologically gout
riddled rhyme stir to
write (a poem) about
found me figuratively
staring at a theme without doubt
devoid of any "FAKE"
trumping controversial clout,
which subject came in route
tummy mind questioned NOT
explicitly broadcasting best related
most definitely not
apropos to flout
the sensitivity and personal
privacy respectfully tendered
obeyed, and invoked, not to tout
yet an impression can nonetheless
this versatile scout
felt motivated be shared with you
a general over view
the therapist averred thru
the title of this poem, she who
doth "actively listen" pertaining,
asper emotional issues that stew
within the psyche, thus
appreciation as I gentile lee
talked non Jew
bull leant lee of foregone
opportunities till rue
men hating lost chunks of
mine formative years
witnessed self deprivation
(usurped, sponged, and bobbed
entire memory queue)
of ordinary healthy
development of body,
mind, and soul casting
more'n fifty shades
of a grayish hue
my psychological landscape,
where at puberty -
anorexia nervosa (minus bulimia
squarely took root grew)
wing essential nadir existence,
thy emaciated condition drew,
sans Matthew Scott Harris
who recognizes aversion
to grow into manhood blew
away so many necessary figurative
stepping stones permanent
stilted impact didst accrue,
and merely hearing my recitation
of plaintive glue
me emotional reverberations,
now overlain by many
a displeasing faux pas,
and metaphorical boo boo
actions as a father
affecting mindscape
of near grown daughters the "ear"
of assigned therapist
appreciation doth issue.
Lapses in mindscape lane don't
denote being fantastical,
subconscious realm portrayed
by vivid thoughts as Déjà vu.
The body lingers and ages but
the Psyche, new as dew.
Countless times,
a reminder of certainty
that I was seen somewhere
when in reality,
staring inquisitively
into my TV.
Then I pondered, did
I unknowingly fall into a trance,
Or did time travel come knocking
unexpectedly?
and even if it did, again,
the lapses don't come to light.
Dreams are pathways to
meditation, that birth
happenings unknown
to this world. But the body
is a shield to absolute
exploration of cognisance.
My imaginary circus yawns
for transportation and
these scenarios distinctively
and simultaneously
visualize without limitations.
Not a pause for impossibility,
we see levitation happen as a tornado,
I can only imagine a gust of parading
doppelganger, I'm just not the witch elevating.
But my illusioned awareness puts me in diverse places through manifestation and imagery conception.
Mystique mist shrouds the penultimate path
to the future, fading away in obscurity.
In twilight hour the sunset swansong resonates
the echoless tune of forlorn somber life,
silhouetted against the faint skyline of longing.
The threads of turmoil weave
the blue motif with sadness mold
in craving satiation, riding the sensuous storm
to the blank mindscape of frustrated desire,
once embedding the fervent fascination for repletion.
The shards of splintered hope adrift on buoyant flow
of cascading memories of the lively times
bring back the flavor of the old spices of life.
The remnant vibe of rejuvenation returns
within the sanguinity sphere of listless life.
Blossoms of cherry in springtime aura;
Lovely moments tint charm's windy landscape;
Opt to be merry with kind agendas;
Succinct fragrance mints a jolly mindscape.
Sensing and looking at flowering things;
Observe the misty in pleasant promise;
Movement now fixing extravagant flings;
Styling the blurry with tension pensive.
Reveal the motives in bold passion play;
Entice sexy strides in vibrant finesse;
Voice clear constructive as gestures relay;
Embrace pulse and ride in primal caress.
Apply charming feel paradoxical;
Love springs fond appeal in forms magical.
Leon Enriquez
24 Apr 2014
Singapore
(Note: This poem is an Acrostic Sonnet.)
Aviating aspirations
of effervescent incandescence
spread psychic plasma
of primal sensual spectrum,
painting the exuding exuberance
of the indigo emotions
on the convoluted sullen sky,
fantasy configures with contours of memory
fascinating fresco
of the mental panorama,
suffused with halcyon hues
of sublime sensitivity
embedded in exalted ecstasy,
blooming bemused
in seraphic color blast
of floral kaleidoscopic spring,
awaits the assault of summer
in the credulous mindscape.
In cracked somber soil,
draped by dismal dust
of extant cinnamon ground,
where the deserted heart desiccates
in the yearning core,
when auburn anguish
pervades passively
and creeps with crafty camouflage
in the wilted veins
of the fallen autumn leaves,
as fragile rootless essence
rustles restive
with the olive tune
of serenading sanguinity.
Emotive eyes weep
the concealed tears unshed
in torrent of torment,
fill the impulsive cauldron
of pent-up pathos,
forlorn life’s desolate distillate
designs the malachite crystal canopy,
shining with emerald buoyancy
in the jade thicket
on the eroded banks
of awakened awareness,
while classical cadence
of symphonic zephyr,
drifting with the sonata spirit
of fleeting fervor
from the yonder plateau
of rolling passion,
vibrates with timeless rhythm
on the waves of rhapsody
in the bay of bliss,
glides with the enthralling melody
of the harmonic heart,
pulsating spellbound
with the lilting lyric
of the lavender lagoon.
Awareness about behavior,
present since mine days of yore
an unswerving allie analogous
to peacekeeper ending civil war
belated insight suddenly realized
(better late than never) doth underscore
incumbent proactive communication stance
belatedly bestowed omnipotent awareness
crucial fostering ingredient to shore
maternal bond above
bejesus ear splitting roar
I admit regret (to self), there
dost belie suppressed yen to pour
out sorrows 'twixt this sole him son,
and long deceased mother, he
deprived her his love and outwore
the Scottish tartan Harris tweed
welcome (haz) mat, which pained
materialized soon after her death, nor
can compensation be made,
now ex post facto,
when futility of spilt tears got more
gauged and swept away, when
nary a trace I privately cried
amidst lachrymose lakeshore.
20/20 hindsight brought me unflagging mast
into stark painful focus,
essentially how mine
formative behavior wrought avast
dystopian emotional fractured mindscape,
which non positive coping methods
lit fuse kindling devastating catastrophic blast
from yesteryear to present silent woebegone
desolate gloomy terrain past
grandeur eclipsed by present gloom
finds yours truly stranded like cast
away bleached flotsam upon coast
amidst tempestuous rocky shoals
clinging for dear life with grasp fast,
Where tenuous, precarious,
and ludicrous ship
of state can no longer maintain
even a marginal grip
but with slight equip
age willing, wedding,
and wanting brings relief from whip
lashed incurred (within body) showing rip
pulled scarred taut welts testimony, sans
long electrified with aggravation,
excruciation, and intoleration can easily flip
a figurative switch in summary
ushering final lip
service to charade,
facade, and masquerade
at lightspeed didst clip
this...Potemkin Village,
where everything "FAKE,"
asper envisioning flickr
ring mirage recounting ancient Egypt!