Long Primal Poems
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Between soft brush of breeze and shower spray of sunshine
Between bubbly blooms of bulbs to nectarine nibbles blast
Between chanting chirps of birds to orchestrated strums and thumps
Between the struggle of knowing less and knowing more
Between tricky tempestuous trial train to bottle breaking battle birth
Between these to selfless sacrifice, He painted all free out of His love
King of all kings yet born humble lain in a manger
King of all kings yet dressed in the simplest clothe
King of all kings yet regardless of who, He walk through
King of all kings yet questioned, mocked and scourged
King of all kings yet excruciatingly trampled down
King of all kings, darling of Heavens,they slain as a ransom to mankind's sin
Holy made known by His conception from a Virgin
Holy made known through His baptism of blood and fire
Holy made known with His miracles: water into wine;healing paralytic; raising the dead
Holy made known by His Living Words written in truth and spirit
Holy made known through the works of His disciples
Holy, Your Amazing grace, a warm womb of bearing embrace
Today and always, a call to Your name a rainbow blessing shout
Today and always, You are our silent invisible brother and friend
Today and always, Your example our primal everlasting guide to life
Today and always, You are our way, the truth and our glowing light
Today and always, You are our most faithful and gentle rescuer
Today and always, where will I be without you in my life?
(c) Olive Eloisa
11:22pm
September 29. 2014
***Inspired by:
Revelation 17:14
"These will wage war against the Lamb, and the Lamb will overcome them, because He is Lord of lords and King of kings, and those who are with Him are the called and chosen and faithful."
Sponsor Verlena S. Walker
Contest Name HOLY IS THE LAMB...
first. to God is the highest glory and honor.
When we lose access
to our most primal Other,
our EarthMother experience
dreamily following DNA's developmental scripts,
original sacred scripture
of external habitats
becoming internal identities,
We lose not only our spiritual sense of security
but also our natural taste for liberty,
independence,
Freedom to go out from our well-conserved womb
and subsequent multiculturing habitats,
home-base to liberally spread seeds of compassion
as we have always known our purposed meaning,
natural-spirited DNA
unfolding and infolding identity.
When personal identity loses access
to natural sight
we can still hear internal spirit memories.
When we lose access
to natural taste
we can still feel ancient spirits in our starving stomachs,
in our insecure and unfree
and too secure and unliberated
and right enlightened integrating
creolizing
co-acclimating guts.
When we lose capacity
to touch organic nature
we can still feel internal integral spirits,
most without self-conscious voices,
perhaps a few with cries for liberty
and security
or death.
We can smell nature
to know which unseeable spirited winds
waft from which directions,
up and down
left and right
north and south
past and future generations
of light's actively encultured hope, secure
and unfreedom in despair.
What we naturally lose
we organically incarnate DNA-integrity
gained so far
as individuals,
as species,
as multicultural becoming fragments
extending DNA-latticed families
tribes
living multi-generational laced-web systems,
Sometimes playing external nature with internal spirit Win to Win
for liberating compassion,
and sometimes playing sinister nature v spirit
secular outside v sacred inside detached win/lose
no longer actively securing and freeing enlightened restoration
of communal Truth and Beauty integrity;
DNA's future health/wealth
timeless nurturing
original wombs and integral webs
co-revolving health-wealth thrival.
When we retain conscious attachment
to our primal Other,
and Her primal Others,
our EarthMother experience
originates sacred re-scriptures
speaking through nature
and listening through secure and freeing spirits
of cooperative DNA health development
ego/eco-identity.
Once we were a room,
a space for the spilling of pagan oaths,
for the pleading of primal prayers.
Now that room rages
upon an emptiness only my blood hears.
Bondage was good for us.
“You’re not my master”, she would say,
“you are me taking me”. She was right,
I would lose myself in her.
She’s related to George Washington,
at least by sexual union.
A man of his time.
A black girl for all times.
As her descendent she shared herself with me.
I imagine her now as she arranges
the form and flavors of desire.
Her skin a sensual braille for my shaping hands.
Her limbs submissive yet grasping a
binding chimera. Flesh capturing silks;
blind Labial dances preface
a choreography of complying violence.
We struggle with the glottal language
of inarticulate gods,
we’re deep sea divers bound to an erotic gravity.
This place is a womb
for the birthing of tattooing hungers.
Rooms enter rooms until dark suns
open our mouths with their electric flares.
Somewhere in another story,
an aged Washington shoves
his shriveled member
into another girl – another room.
A place we were pleased to burn down
again, and again.
Alone Lyric By Eileen Manassian
Alone, alone..
.always alone
The pain I feel
cannot be known
This heart of flesh has turned to stone
Alone, alone...
I am alone
Chorus
Alone, alone...always alone
My dreams on wistful wings have flown
Depression has usurped my throne
Alone, alone...I am alone
Instrumental
Alone, alone..
.always alone
The wind gives voice
to primal groan
This world
no empathy has shown
I'll live, I'll die,
and rest...alone
Chorus
Alone, alone...always alone
My dreams on wistful wings have flown
Depression has usurped my throne
Alone, alone...I am alone
(Alone)
(Alone)
(I am alone)
“Have you ever seen
a human heart?
It looks like a fist
wrapped in blood.”
It does, and I have fallen
deeper in love
with the acting
of Clive Owen.
I will learn to live
closer to my close
with myself and those
I welcome
into my intimacy:
the teachers I laugh with,
the sisters whom I cannot
comfort other than
through words
in a flat phone call.
The film ‘Closer’
unnerved me
in college,
before I knew
the primal nature
of romantic relationships.
The tearing dynamics
of cutting conversations
were relentless,
and right in front of me.
I am not Margaret.
I am no longer
“grieving over
Goldengrove
unleaving.”
I don’t come to
all sights “colder”
but it is not
Jennifer
I “mourn for.”
What is our primal purpose
for continuing this troubling relationship?
asked Yang of Yin.
If you are clueless
then you have not been listening
to us
as actively as nondual times would predict,
replied Yin against Yang.
For me,
this purpose is to enjoy Sacred MotherEarth,
but I preferred to hear yours first,
again,
your speaking grace
where silence contemplatively rules,
replied Yang more gently back to Yin.
As we both well know,
for me
each space is time sufficient
for ecological gratitude,
neither mere secular reasons of nature
nor more romantic euphoria of serene spirits
planting as you harvest what we more cooperatively nurture,
defined Yin toward Yang.
We are
this yintegrity of gratitude
for enjoying MotherEarth's outdoor Golden Ruling places
Golden Ratio Voices
Golden Elixir Schools for learning sacred ecology,
ecopolitics of cooperativity
as geese form immigration journeys
as co-emigrant bilateral functions of democracy
riding winds back and forth above waters
washing streams of cooperative fertile time,
integrity of you and me
as spacetime wu-wei We,
sings Yang while Yin dances
through mutually enjoying gratitude,
singing grace
dancing rhythms
of EarthMother's fire-circle ecstasy.
What are primal relationships
for continuing this troubling dance?
asked YinWater under YangWinds
revolving Sacred EarthTime
together integrity.
Einstein was desperately trying
To open the doors to God’s mind
Sleepless nights spent in creative daze
And mornings filled with despair
Of never ending torturous love affair
Of the mind set to breik through
Years of digging into the sphere
With bare hands of his mind
Of secrets of creation divine
Brought him as close as a man
Has been ever allowed to come
To the mystery of creation
One night in a dream he saw God
Suspended in creative frenzy
At the edge of galaxy standing
For the whole eternity sqeezed
In a fleeting blink of six days
Pulling strings of live DNA
Like a virtuouso violionist
Improvizing energy and mattter
In one masterful crescendo rising
And marking of the opening gap
There was a moment of light
And the colors emerged from the
Gray darkness of primal enery field
Endless shapes taking forms
Of planets wiggling like worms
In the primal cosmic energy ball
But the biggest mystery of all
And the pinnacle of the creation
Was the first beat of a heart
Which was rising gently and slowly
Gettting louder and louder
Till the heavenly string orchestra
Of living universe achieved crescendo
In one big elegant movement
Of the hand of the cosmic conductor
The whole universe emerged from
Nothingness and started vibrating
In unison expanding violently
Till it became whole in six days
God stood there immersed into
His own deepest creative oblivion
For the whole six days
Of his own time in his hands
Einstein was the first one
To fully understand
That the time in God’s hands
Has a different texture
And the fabric of cosmos
Stretches in any direction
Or squeezes into nothingness
Disappears and reappears
In God’s mind
In his own time
Start with clear style sincere:
Words spice imagineer
To echo in bright spheres.
Start with vision made plain:
Work purpose to sure gain
To challenge reach and reign.
Start with passion most clear:
Weave primal plot right here
To attain joy not fear.
Start with lovely image:
Style a mindset to stage
A conscious target page.
Start with firm peace of mind:
Walk where precious thoughts find
True heart in grand align.
Start to know that sure proof:
Love is the sure cause of truth
That affords all a groove.
Start to live bold and brave:
Know that kind action saves
Your soul with love you crave.
Start right now, here and then:
Watch and observe great trends
That inspire where and when.
Start to feel more alive:
Your heart knows how to jive
With soul stirrings that thrive.
Start to see the clear hints:
Intent shapes fortune's mint
As action colours tint.
Start with feeling easy:
Heart rules the mind clearly
As soul blossoms body.
Leon Enriquez
05 March 2015
Singapore
"We are all mad here!"--Alice in Wonderland
Yellow is here! Everything is sunshine!
giddy, dizzy, silly, possibility!
happy, hopeful hilarity!
I bounce on a ball of joy
full of energy and passion!
I can do anything! I will do everything!
I laugh heartily! Tears flow, and I can’t breathe
from the laughing. I can’t stop laughing
and I don’t want to! ha ha ha!
I see your face, the disconnect, the side glance.
I watch you wonder if I’m ok.
'cause it wasn’t that funny. But I keep laughing,
until it leaves me. And I enjoy it completely,
every fading chuckle, because I know…
that the darkness is coming. The thick blackness
that settles over me suffocating me,
choking me, but not killing me, making me want to die.
But some primal survival mechanism
keeps me inhaling and exhaling.
I walk through my days carrying the heavy weight
of all that is wrong, or will be wrong,
of all I’ve done, or not done, or undone.
No peace found even in my dreams.
The dark presence stands over me and wakes me
just to make me cry, and I can’t escape myself.
It feels like I am bound in a sepulcher,
encased in something. I know it’s just my own body,
but I want to claw my way out!
I can’t breathe, or sleep, or stop breathing!
I will my heart to stop beating! but it goes on!
with its tormenting thumping!
I know THAT is what's coming...
So, for now I laugh and cry laughing!
I will ride this mania train as long as I can because…
black is waiting.
(* Written for "Brainstorm" contest but it filled up)
Dare to live well each day,
Yes it's what you can do;
Dare forge courage that stays,
Yes you win what you woo.
May purpose frame passion,
Let courage act profound;
May right thought move action,
Let feisty tact feel ground.
May set focus be clear,
Work sure heart and soul poise;
May bright vision now steer,
Move deep movement of voice.
Dare to see who you are,
Watch how your goal unfolds;
Dare to be your own star,
Watch action in strokes bold.
Know success in sure health,
Seize the moment's blessings;
Know cause in primal wealth,
Seize what heart and soul springs.
Leon Enriquez
21 March 2016
Singapore