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In the slammer all day and all night
Another day, with no sunlight
A world without nothing in sight
Sitting in a cooped up dun-geon
Where misgivings are never for-giv-en
Eyes upwards in isolation
In banging echo location
The leavings of time, gone around
Emptying, pouring down
Into your fearful mind
Playing in lonesome, droopy time
Giving your longing heart, full sway
Trying to see, the light of blessed day
In big house, pokey, put away
In a few long months to come
The end of your journey, will be in sight
And from the darkness, you'll see light
Knowing it's been a tough run
But, hoping you know
From that hard bitter lesson, spun
You reap what you sow
Finally, before you know it
Spending time in cell, clink, cooler
The chains have been slit
The bars are a goner
You don't know or care why
Your heart beating deeper
You'll be free, flying sky high
Animal Kingdom
Beautiful creatures large and small
Species which fly, walk, swim or crawl
Respect life, not hastily condemn
Animal kingdom, we're guests among them
Cats, horses, elephants, giraffes
Hyenas with their infectious loud laugh
Zebras, crocodiles, lizards and snakes
Fish that swim in large crystal lakes
Eagles, hawks all raptors of prey
Birds by the water along a sea bay
Dolphins, whales, urchins that creep
Many size creatures of the blue deep
Consider them all, not steal their land
Man and his greedy money make plan
Less is their food encroach in 'our' space
Only to beat them with sticks and give chase
Hunt them down for a trophy cup win
Shoot them for their ivory and skin
Sickening to what humans will do
Brutality of those savage traps too
Caged in markets for the meat trade
Pain and suffering, eyes all afraid
Man will reap what he does sow
Rise of the animals evolution will grow
Return back their lands, freedom abound
Animal kingdom wear their own crown
Abuse them no more, lets end this all now
Sacred is life, compassion our vow.
24.10.20
Sky merging with earth
An illusion called horizon
Life merging with pleasures
An illusion called success
Square meals and a cozy sleep
Minus craving for endless keep
Loss and gain howsoever deep
Contentment is a joy with sweep
When one amasses the heap
Lure for more and more beep
Fears, alarms and qualms creep
Worries, not the serenity steep
Life is lovely and precious, not cheap
Delight and fulfillment one may reap
With tranquility and calm, not the leap
Life’s blue waters are not ankle-deep
And we keep on falling into tomorrows,
A spinning particle with a soul,
In harmony with the spheres,
Sure as clockwork,
Till that final moment,
We meet dust,
We become wind,
And then we are for a while -
a phrase, a song, a scent.
Falling then, into yesterdays,
Each descending further -
Soundless, breathless, lifeless.
Why then should we be, as if
'forever' is the blood in our veins?
Have we not heard the phrase -
'life and death'?
Till the soil farmer, till!
As you live -
sow, water and reap.
For only then ...
the swan song can be of
a 'life full of years!' …
That dirge laments not...
For the epitaph sings of victories
Meet moments grand where love lingers,
Intent frames feel as mind attains;
Now be a friend as you wander,
Dazzle fine will with faith's thought train.
Observe poise here: mind over matter,
Voice that pure wit as choice moves poise;
Expect good cheer to claim better,
Reach willing fit that transmutes noise.
Mind what you say and feel bold quest,
Apt focus sees that fragrant prize;
Taste then each day your vibrant zest,
Touch now sets free your fond surprise;
Echo firm lot as affluence comes,
Reap wholesome thoughts as feelings sum.
Leon Enriquez
26 September 2017
Singapore
Muted voices drift on the winds of silence
Blowing over the conscience of their pretense
Even through the storm nothing is said
Only the wind speaks, as if to the dead
The unspoken word that stifles truth
Could return its verdict upon the youth
Drugs will reap its silent pain
As the silent wind becomes a hurricane
Can they whisper to a truth that hides
When the coin falls on the other side
They see no reason to lend a hand
In this muted mob you'll not find a good samiritan
Soon their silence becomes a disease
With a pain they just can't ease
The writing is on the wall
It wont be long before they fall
And in their quiet agony, they will feel the pain of many
The words of the prophets fell upon the dense
Falling without heed with the sound of silence
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The spark of trouble finds its home,
In hearts that like to stir and roam.
An instigator, quiet, still,
Is master of a hidden will.
They do not throw the first granite stone,
But leave the seed for us to own;
They craft a tale, they plant a doubt,
Then turn to watch it play all out.
They hunger for a sense of might,
To control the turning of the light.
Perhaps a boredom, cold and deep,
A harvest that they love to reap.
To see the chaos start to bloom,
And feel the weight within the room,
While they stand back, untouched, serene,
The monster inside the whole machine.
They weave a thread of "truth" so thin,
It draws the unsuspecting in.
A whispered word, a knowing look,
A page torn from a private book.
"I thought you knew," they softly say,
To nudge the pieces into play.
They hold their hands above the fray,
While others tear the peace away.
They never own the fire they light,
They only fuel the darkest night.
But to kill the flame and end the game,
You must refuse to speak their name.
Bring what they hide into the sun,
Demand the source; ask for the one
Who spoke the lie—demand the proof,
And watch them crumble ‘neath the roof.
Stand firm and cold, a quiet wall;
Do not let rumors rise or fall.
If they approach with tales of spite,
Just turn away and end the night.
When they are starved of all the feed,
They lose the power that they need;
Refuse the bait, the hook, the line,
And watch their foolish influence decline.
What is living?
It is when you can do whatever
Say whatever and are not afraid of consequences
If you are afraid you are not living
Why is the world not living?
Because we are bound by fear
By the unknowns
Why do we have that fear?
Who placed it in us?
We'd never know
But one thing is certain
We are not free until we are free from that
Is it called our limitation?
No
Is it our impediment?
Who impedes you?
Is it called...?
You can sit here all night and think what it is called
But what you need to do is live
And you can't live until He wants you to live
So what is the deal?
You can't do anything until He wants you to do
Isn't that the irony of it all?
I am so far out
That I don't know what to say about it
Except - take heart
It will come with time
God will do what He wants to do
But you always reap the benefits of it
He will do in you and you and whoever down the road
But He never stops doing
And you never stop asking
Or do you?
You will know
One day
Graves of Pain-stakin’ Hatin’
I promise to never break promises…
But, time will heal a guy like me
Wounds of doubt and clouds of ecstasy – reducing to the sea of misery – seeps into me…holes of holding-my-ground-in-fear never meant anything to you…tears of cheers and mirrored peers
Subliminally affects me…
My world is torn…
You look at me not in scorn
But in calmness, in sincerity
I can’t describe the pain I feel deep deep deep deep
I weep what I reap – tortured wars and….and….
Roads of risk have opened its pathways to me…
Can’t you see me? Can’t you sea? Sea of sanity swim in me…
Hairy horses whirl ‘round ‘n ‘round me…
Dragons of demonic pleasure…
Tempted to do wrong when I want to do what’s right
Get me my negativity out of sight
Because positivity lives in me…
Gravity won’t win this time
It’s time to shine on…my above-fantastic love, my enlivened enjoyment, my musical magic, my mesmerizing eyes of seas and forests, my brainwashed mind of dread come and go
Mad at many terrible influences that I have seen…
Where have you been? Where have you been?
Addictions hurt…addictions feed on greed
Depression burns…
In need of God’s healing…a vibrant reminder, a faithful seed
Ocean of on-going-optimism churns…
Faithless for minutes…unfolding in me childish fits
Conceal what is unreal
Steal what you can’t feel
My heart – as hard as steel
Feelin’ like a dead mule-seal…
Carnivores of clashing craziness
Made me dump into this…misery mess?
Yes, yes, yes…
I tried my best to pass God’s HARD test
Difficulty to speak up…giving up…
giving in to successless failure…
Facts of reviving hopelessness…
The harder I try, the harder I fail…
Buy a pail of my pain…drink it, isn’t it stale?
Unfail the reality of losing you…
Ice tears, a tale untold…I’m freezing cold…as hale…
Verbally abused too many times…
The clocks of time still chimes
Don’t yell at me this shame without a friendly name
A firm ground and a distilled lake separate two rulers.
One, an explosive demonstration of color.
The other, a quiet expression of luxury.
The Sunflower, vibrant, high on life.
Amidst the tall patches of grass and unruly rodents,
a bed of amber glows dominates the wastelands.
The Lotus, elegant, tales of traditions.
Shallow walls, empty palace halls.
Anchored, confined to mud covered ideals.
Forced to reap the benefits of those who sowed.
Unbeknownst to them, a presence reveals itself.
Slowly infiltrating both defenses, a calculated strike.
It survived its injuries, now it must break even.
Deep within the chokehold of roots,
forces ravaging a wasteland,
releasing toxins under water.
Erosion, spreading this contamination.
How unfortunate,
you are attempting to deceive us.
Remember, the first and only reality of the kingdoms.
There can only be two,
And you, are a part of neither.
You have become,
a rival.