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Does it come natural or do I dig deep
Can I do this when I’m smiling or only when I weep
Are ideas always there or unexpected like a thief
Are feelings everlasting or can they be brief
Is there only right and wrong, black and white
Or are gray areas considered to be alright
Am I trapped inside a box, bound with shackles and such
Rather like Houdini where the limits weren’t much
Is there only what’s inside me that can be found
Or do I use what I see, what’s all around
Only original thoughts that swarm my brain
Or do others’ suggestions help me to maintain
Should I change the way I think, act, or feel
Should I chose to accept it and learn to deal
Could this be from a dream where there aren’t any rules
Could this be reality where my thoughts are merely tools
Things that take action because they speak louder than words
Or hidden, silent, private ideas of, well of course, truly yours
Always walking in a straight line, directly to my destination
Sometimes go in circles overcame by confusion and frustration
Am I peaceful, in charge, centered, and eager to please
Am I enraged, controlled, off balance, concerned about me
Can I be selfless and selfish both at the same time
Self preservation, necessity or punishable crime
Should I give people my all and run myself thin
Should I save it for myself, to help ensure a win
Do I find the words or do they find me
Is it all of the above, I guess we'll just have to wait and see
“I’m accepted!!” she squealed.
“I knew you would be,” he said, almost sadly.
She went giddy with tenderness and threw her arms around his neck to kiss him on the cheek but he’s so tall she had to go up on her toes and ended up off balance, he moved his head into her motion and their lips connected in an actual kiss.
He clutched her to him, lifting her sneakers off the ground. With her mouth covered by his and her body clamped against his and not even the reassurance of the ground beneath her feet, the determined impulse that had propelled her to kiss him collapsed into alarm and claustrophobia.
He seemed to have gone automatic and muscular, driven by instinct. She writhed to get free, and for a second, that seemed longer, she thought he wouldn't let her go. she twisted, arching her back, and the movement seemed to wake him. He dropped her so suddenly she stumbled.
“Sorry,” he said, breathless, holding up his hands as though to prove he was unarmed. “You surprised me. I wasn’t ready.”
She tried to steady herself. “It’s OK,” she said, wiping her face and standing back up.
We looked anywhere but at each other. It was a crazy few seconds.
“I gotta go,” he said in a rush, picking up his backpack and almost leaping out the door. She heard him take the two flights of stairs in 4 long steps and the front door closed.
“Is Frank staying for dinner?” her mom called from down stairs.
She didn’t answer right away.
After that things with Frank were odd, strained - she tried to talk to him - more than once and texted him two dozen times. How do you undo a kiss mistake if you can’t talk?
Don't overfeel, don't overshare,
putting a sign up on the door of your heart says BEWARE!,
if our weight can be measured by physical numbers and degrees,
why not our souls? would this be so hard to believe?,
hearts changing,,,its shifting, its crumbling our earth,
our land is reacting as if it's giving birth,,
shifting off balance by mass gravitational pulls,
as a whole, the caution grows, fear paralyzes the move,
"Leave it to Beaver" left the building,
now "Gi Joe" paints the ceiling,
can't we see?? why don't we see??,
locking the gates of "Willie Wonka's Factory",
faith in love diminishing, as the tears stinging my eyes,
so hard nowadays to share without judgement,,can't you see the love in my eyes?
Who are the masters of illusion?
Deep Staters, lobbyists, think tanks
In collusion.
Brought to you by big business ads
and the news, and the Father of lies.
The ones really making popular culture decisions, trend bending, puppeteering, racketeering, engineering our demise.
Provided, cover, like chemtrails in the skies.
What demons are behind the madmen, on the "scene", and on the rise.
That will do anything,
that they know.
To muddy up all the deeds,
that they've sown.
Through confusion and lies!
Are they behind the scenes, out of reach?
Untouchable, apparently.
But really, we share in the blame.
Living in shame in the same old Apathy.
Of violence and sex of immoral folly.
Of untruths and halftruths, damnation alleys.
Get mad for 5 minutes, then forget all about crimes against humanity.
Do we all have ADD or just plain lazy, or helpless when not United.
Is that we have civil strife? To keep us off balance and off of them?
Are thinktanks sought in kahutz, in dissolution?
Like minds that fight in the ranks of evil revolutions?
The crowning of man, a worldwide tarot reading,
a rave on the mobile church transmission.
Do your own thing,
what thou wilt,
New Age. (Crowley/ Blavatsky/(black) hearts with a mission.
Trending....ticker tape sutured on the screen (Psalms of a sermon)
Piping you like concessioned Vermin.
Countless new horrors,
never spoke of before.
Endless corridors,
yet new ground,
unexplored.
If you've got the time,
and you do,
just wait.
Spend your time, waiting for changes.
Till change, (not the kind you want)
comes looking ( with a clipboard )for you.
The power you hold.. a man of many talents
The way you move just throws me off balance
There’s fire in my blood, a hunger in my veins
The way you look at me just drives me insane
There’s more room for love, no room for pain
I’ll drink to you now so pass the champagne
You’ve even got me here dancing in the rain
I think of you so much that it’s hurting my brain
Call the ambulance because I need a medic
This man is so holy and goddamn magnetic
To the angels above.. is this even ethical?
To make a man so perfectly symmetrical?
I want my hands to run all over your skin
I want your magnetic pull again and again
I wanna know every place that you’ve been
No more talking, let our souls speak from within
A toast to forever before the end
Raise your glass to love because it really exists even after a broken heart has cried
Let your thoughts blend with the music and your feet get carried away with the beat,
Dance the night away and sing like nobody is there
Tonight, drinks are on me and I hope we remember enough to not forgot that special moment,
Every night has that unforgettable pause in time when one captures a special feeling and is able to hold it warmly in the mind
I haven’t had one drink but I’m still drunk, intoxicated from love and it’s not toxic this time
I like my space but I’d share my galaxy with you
I like my space my space but I don’t mind if my words slur or run all together with you
This is a good kind of anxiety
Talking about drinks did someone slip something in my tea?
Not much of a drinker but her love is on the rocks from a dirty past
And I’m an alcoholic just trying not to make those tense emotions in the future
She’s falling from the rocks but I’ll swim to her rescue
I’m drunk, a drunk superhero, no guns needed my hand never cocked
I know you’ve given me a few shots, but this one is the game winner and I’m so clutch
When we go out, I’m masculine enough to hold your clutch
Let’s shift gears and turn up, take your hand off the clutch
This day will only happen once
Upon a time, you be the queen and I’ll be your king
No drinks at the wedding because it was way too expensive
No drinks at the wedding because her love is expensive
I’m forever in her debt
No drinks at the wedding but I’m drunk swimming through our love story depths
We may be off balance at times but you always get us back on track
No need to race to the end, lets move in slow motion from the back
All the way to whatever the future holds
Your hand I’ll forever hold
Don’t drink much but tonight the celebration is bold
p.s. don’t drink much but I’ll have another cup of your love…
Journey Journal Page
CHANGE
By Leon Enriquez
Change comes around
In a pin-prick poke
Sharp as a hard yoke
Not much of a joke
Off-balance, aground
A shaft of light
In a piercing way
Broken in free play
In a dying slay
As distraught feel fights
~~~~~~~~~
An abrupt flight
As heavy chains goad
Mind in overload
Blown tyres on the road
As deep dark blots sight
A future bleak
With stubborn ego
Uncertain and slow
Yet grinds blow for blow
In grim mindset weak
~~~~~~~~~
Vain is the cast
Of I, myself, me
In lost tragedy
Of strange irony
Spot-on first to last
Resolve that fear
Discord with sharp change
Bitter gall tastes strange
Witness to odd range
Devoid of good cheer
~~~~~~~~~
Thus in my soul
My heavy heart strains
My mind thinks in vain
My body sustains
A broken touch whole
Where is the source
Of my urgent feel
Sad uncharted spill
Lost cause beyond thrill
Change breaks upon cause
~~~~~~~~~
Unease feeds plain
Concern hosts lost wit
Nothing in truth fits
Fragments in odd bits
Tying loose tact vain
Is there a light?
To show me just how
Change can thus endow
Poise right here and now
In my dismal plight
~~~~~~~~~
Perhaps love can
Re-route the mess
Conquer strain and stress
My deep fear address
Glitch of a lost man
So here I wait
Not too late by me
To wait on plenty
That dream most surely
By the gates of fate
~~~~~~~~~
Wait for the muse
To sprinkle deep touch
Strange music as such
To prevail as much
Taut nerves that amuse
Odd yet not strange
To arouse crisp sense
Beyond mere pretence
As feel fronts intense
That dangling loose change
~~~~~~~~~
Here abides truth
In a fine array
Unconcealed dismay
As aplomb portrays
A hidden sure proof
Now I know change
Abrupt and aghast
Neither first nor last
But swirling that blast
Too real to be strange
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
06 January 2024
Singapore
8, A Trait Higher than Nature
Every Year Sing "Hallel" on July "11's",
A Stroke Grew Tall, Into My Life's Elm,
Prior, in 2005, Our Chassna Dance!
Now, Our Foot "Pattie Cake" is Seldom.
8 Denotes Transcendence,
Judaism is Not in the Natural Realm,
No Nature's Laws Correspondence,
"Ayn Ode Milvado" has the Helm!
"Rise Above Our Nature" Ascendance,
Assorted "Odd Bod'" Handicaps, "Jell 'Em!"
In Sum, Obstacles Aren't Iron, Look Askance,
Serve Hashem "B'Simcha", Attitude "Quells 'Em!"
Never Say Never nor "Defeatist Chants",
Transcend the Adverse, Surprise Them,
Purim "MeSheloach Manos" to Enemy Stances,
Make Friends, Try to Opponents Stem!
You'll Get Disbelieving Glances,
Shrug Them Off, Saying "Amen & Ahem!",
Sincerely Sing "What Are the Chances?",
Keep Trouble Off Balance, "Tzoros" Amend!
"More of You is Emerging!" Barbara Announces,
I Ask Myself "Is This the Coma's End?"
My Wife & I, One Another Enhances,
Marital Bliss, We Each Other Send!
Our apartment looks out
on the parking lot of Montefiore–
that transient place old people go
in their final days.
Visitors come and go
all hours of the day and night
to be with their loved ones–
those they fear may not last another night.
Tonight it is unusually quiet at Montefiore,
at two o’clock AM,
on this eighteenth day of December,
just one week before Christmas.
I watch the snowflakes helplessly fall
in the dim yellow light of the parking lot lamp posts.
They glide and swirl in unpredictable circles,
like tiny off balance ballet dancers.
With delight,
my eyes catch sight
of a single string of colorful twinkling Christmas lights
in a resident’s second floor window.
My mind races back to a similarly cold December eve,
more than fifty years ago,
when I hung a single string of Christmas lights
around the inside of my grandmother’s bedroom window.
How she loved looking at the lights,
and watching snowflakes dance outside her window,
while I held her soft warm hand,
and she hummed her favorite Christmas carols.
I knew in that fleeting instant
just how special that string of lights must be
to the resident in that second floor room
just across the parking lot.
the constant pat on the back that builds that puff,
that creates the prideful power hungry buff,
that can change the heart of the most humble man,
past all of his logic to comprehend,
the change of character by invisible means,
that throws his heart off balance for true love to be seen,
always questioning motives,,,how can he escape???,
until he sees how far it's dragged him away,
too perfect to be less...who would accept???,
to love him knowing it's all simply less,
the character flaws, the imperfect shown,
that builds the man from all the knowledge he knows,
oh, but if you only knew...
the mistakes and hardships he went through,
in order to give that passion he sees,
the heart of that cause that made him to be,
the struggle that pulls him everyday,
that pushes him back to love, but then takes him away,
the fear of acceptance grips his soul,
until God pulls him away to make him whole,
to work on behalf of the love of HIS call,
all sacrifice varies in the midst of it all,
but led so deeply it can't turn away,
to save the heart of love each and every day,
a beautiful mess that helps save the world,
coming from a branded heart ..released and unfurled,
the trigger that caused him to get up and do,
was intentionally broken down to get him to move,
understood now?? with all love given it takes,
the true love that stood in the midst of the make,
that sacrificed what it took to get him to see,
the real love he stood behind so he could get up and lead.