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“I’m sorry,” tossed as a stone,
each syllable heavy on my tongue,
as we weave these threads of consequence
into a tapestry faded yet bright,
woven with wisdom whispers,
and the gleam of a gamble gone grim.
And indeed, I am intimidated.
of the perils housed within every breath,
of the silent storms hurrying through cheeks,
as pleasure and peril intertwine with a puzzle
each reminder a blooming flower of regret,
plentiful plans, now plagued with pain
The night navigates, we don our diadems
of heartbreak—vines tightening around hearts,
cradling the lessons learned amid bruises,
as guilts and grievances, as amiss guests,
linger over evening tea, reminding us softly,
not all facets of existence extend an extra time,
no notion that nuances will nurture forgiveness.
as daybreak dispels drowsiness from tired tresses,
as dawn dances and shadows shrink swiftly,
I seize shining options, shroud them in scarlet,
carrying my burdens from yesteryear’s twilight—
a painter’s brush drenched in deep melancholia,
sculpting a heart that learns to care for its frailties
as threads glimmer softly in the vast dark,
weaving the pain, allowing for a graceful glow.
My son
My daughter
Remember
When the truth gets choked out by questions
I have commanded you to be strong and courageous
But for some reason I keep letting my flesh direct me,
Thus I walk in uncertainty as if anxiety was the cross,
road that paid for my blood stained freedom
The only true answer is vertical, you don't have to keep feeling down
Just learn to walk with His spirit like the best friend you talk to everyday
Tell Him everything your mind keeps secret
Allow vulnerability to breathe and you won't have to keep holding your breath
Then Fall in love with fear, because to do so means you no longer have to listen to failure
Because falling allows you the opportunity to get back up should you choose to
So, remember when you run out of options you still have a choice
Meditate with fear and have the conversation you've been avoiding
Make it easy Like it's 9 pm and the minutes are free
Like your in love walking around the house on anything but the floor
Listen to fear
So you can hear the direction you should be moving toward
Hear the speed of your heartbeat and let your steps match the pattern
Run toward fear not away from it
Face your fears like you're looking in the mirror
Affirm your confidence through your fear
Fear doesn't have to be a frozen abyss or a mask
Make fear the smile that shines no matter what; because every page is a chance to learn
Make fear the sunrise before you enter the next chapter
Make fear the rose peeking from the sidewalk away from the others
Make fear normal and growth will become as common as a weekday
p.s. I made my fear wear faith instead...
Hope wears a smile, hope shows you how;
Observe the mood, observe the sway;
Rich faith now styles, rich truth funds now;
Intuit fond good, intuit life's play.
Zest seems to know, zest feels the best;
Options that seed, options that soar;
Now fancy shows, now witty quest;
Speak of grand feed, speak of loud roar.
Ask for true peace, ask for the truth;
Seek love that heals, seek grace that fills;
Charm feels wise ease, charm knows sure proof;
Explore appeal, explore reveal.
Now and here see, now and here play;
Deed pays the fee, deed owns grand stay.
Leon Enriquez
23 November 2014
Singapore
I don’t think I’ve had a chance to express myself yet
But what I’m about to say might make you forget
The words I’ll say might leave you with no trust
But for all the dirt will clear thy rust
Starting off great and strong
Might soon turn into a peaceful song
As sharp as a tree you could be
Your beautiful brown eyes widen so bright
It can even be caught throughout the night
Your short silky brown hair
Will leave an individual long to stare
But your perfect face will leave no pace
So empty yet so dull, your beauty lightens up it all
Everything is perfect about you
I couldn't agree less
The way you see yourself is false
Because I see you as the season of fall
Your thoughtful and kind
I wish for time to rewind
To the first day we met I hope it will all be set
I’ve completed all my thoughts on this poem
Now it’s time to discuss what could happen further on
I have so many plans for us to do
And I’d like to discuss it all with you
A crazy idea that appeared in my mind
To bake a cake both hidden and blind
The secrets would reveal itself
Leading us to having no health
There’s other options too
But you're able to check what would suit with you
A drive back to past that I hoped would last
Where hanging out everyday was fun and forever never be done
We’re still friends don’t get me wrong
This poem has been written for quite long
A few words yet still meaning to be said
I hope this friendship lasts and never gets crashed
An opinion I have that might make you laugh
I’m thanking you for sticking by my side
When I had no one left behind…
(written on 7/4/2024)
My mind is given into floating thoughts,
that fall like mindless feathers.
On bended knee my conscious brought,
down to earth with pointless gestures.
I've indulged my crippled self,
with those helpful crutches.
But it's only left me with failing health
and painful wounds from self inflicted punches.
All alone with no one else to blame,
hurling curses at empty space for fun.
Lying in a pool of pity and shame,
I feel as though the race I've run.
Only left with options unkind,
to right this ship is an exhausting task.
The path in the dark is hard to find,
so into the abyss my lot I cast.
9/21/18
A mother struggling through daily burdens
Raises her son to be studious and intelligent
Without any funds for his higher education
When strangers raise enough to pay his tuition.
When a boy in poverty becomes an orphan
And sorrow triumphs with reckless abandon
Evaporating all options with nowhere to turn,
Adoptive-parents take him to a loving home.
A war-zone stricken with death and destruction
Neglects its injured in merciless environment
Till esteemed doctors arrive risking own lives
To care for wounded, volunteering their time.
When a natural disaster ravages entire island
And millions are left without food and water,
A volunteer chef sets up a make-shift kitchen
Feeding millions on the strength of his passion.
Random acts arising from selfless ebullience
Shine a guiding light of heavenly compassion
Delivering against odds with gallant resilience
Exemplifying valiance of strangers in action.
March 2, 2018
Health care begins when we listen to internal signals.
Oxygen in air we inhale gives energy for body functions,
Living is then set to a rhythm by routine exercise.
Ingredients of the food we eat chosen with care,
Self-temperance is then the key to good physical shape.
Tasting with liking each wholesome bite for nutrition,
Intuitive awareness helps choose the healthy options,
Comprehended sensibly these silently nurture the whole.
Hydration in ample measure washes the body inside out.
Enthusing vigor revives through rest after tiring times,
As the inner clock aligns with the advent of the dawn,
Languishing nerves are lavishly suffused by the sunshine.
Turning worry into prayer time offers the divine care,
Hopeful mind rests calmly poised with the trust in God.
We first met in high school during my last year and your first year. We hung out the entire year all the way until I asked the question of going out with me. Your rejection at the time was not fully felt until years later when you would come back what do I do with interest. You were never truly interested in me as I was within my whole desire back then to be interested in you. We would try to hang out and try to rekindle memories from the past as we are both now adults period of course, unusual to be with me was more based upon the few of you never having a family. While the interest was no longer prevalent as I had moved on. A different friend from high school is in my life.
You never meant to fall in love with me, well, that love was diminished every time we saw each other and jazz band, and you would mention something about a boyfriend. You did not have a boyfriend as he would not have been comfortable with you having lunch with me. There were never any pictures of no tagged events or anything showing that you were in a relationship. The fantasy you had was on your head just like in the land of Narnia. So, saying goodbye to you was not hard. Only a few would know of your story and only a few would call you brave for that been a part of me since we were in high school.
The spirit you talked to are not of your loved ones. It is possible that you have not asked them simple questions to see if there are truly the spirit of your relatives. Instead of your church and instead of doing these readings, you need to see a psychiatrist.
Can you honestly answer 3 important questions for me to ever consider you as an extended family member?
Do you truly love me or is it a matter of running out of options?
Do you see yourself contributing to the relationship in a manner that is beyond that of a custodial?
If we are reflection of one another what makes you think that you reflect me when it comes to how you present yourself to the wall and to me?
I had steered at that microscope all night
in awe!Keeping focus doing something
that had never been done and something
that had no advice or guidelines.This is
where the note keeping course comes in handy.
Primary the current since of off the tracks
management. Which methods and means
of one's Consent to which
in interoperations to prevent unethical studies.
each palette is different
who's mouth is contracted to
the alliance of people.
Where the voluntary consent allows
chefs to cook and have pundits offer options.
Because she used a lime and fish combination
which olive oil, hot peppers and pork to
make her sausage the sponsors of
the event made those who were available to offer advice
sign contracts that allowed both question and answer
to be property of the recipe create and it's sponsor.
4 cups of cooked turnips
1/2 cup of melted butter
1 cup of cream cheese
1 cup of flour
1 cup of bacon
1/4 cup of caramelized garlic
2/3 caramelized onions.
1/4 cup of chives
1 cup of onion
1 cup of chopped golden raisins
1/4 cup of cognac
nutmeg and ground ginger
mix well
mix 6 egg yolks into the mixture
fluff-up 6 egg whites
and make merenquine.
They madeBasil,Garlic Spinach and dried Tomato chicken and Pork Sausage. To the delight of hundreds of Peoplez!
In my darkest times I yearn to bleed,
It’s what I need for this hate to be freed,
One slow gentle cut just enough to shut -
Out the pressure inside from which I’m desperate to hide.
Just a trickle of blood that feels like a flood,
A tsunami of hymns bleeding my sins,
It’s a silent addiction,
A poetic affliction,
Just a nick here and there,
It’s not like anyone cares,
One slow gentle cut just enough to shut-
out the voices I hear that fill me with fear,
Just to feel the release of that beautiful peace,
Just the smallest of cuts,
Just to deal with this crux.
I’ve tried and I’ve prayed but these feelings won’t fade,
I’ve ran out of options all I’ve left is this blade,
Don’t judge me don’t sneer,
Unless you’ve been here your won’t know what it’s like,
It’s a hopeless fight,
One slow gentle cut just enough to free -
all this hate inside that’s killing me.