Long Reprise Poems
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Babe's on their knees eager to learn-grow-evolve-crawling-cooing, yes-laughing-if you will...
leaving-no ware; there, albeit wherever they roam... given the chance-yes... ?
Enlightened time elated graceful light skips along beside them proving-them I'm finding to-be
just as innocent, dancing; enchanting... coaxing.
Oh what of this friend; what of this-yes where does it all go, the quest for freedom, equality;
peace?
For-them-no-it-is never-a farce I can-see, now... .
Hearts open with no baring of conditional reprise-selfish-gain alone-yes they rise in-time to
the-challenge... ! If-willing they remain-honest; with themselves, they're taught entirely;
entrusted in-this; yes that-they alone; are-able... !
Why not I-now; myself... ?
Why not-I... ?
We... ?
"Believe it to be a matter of security, leaving our home base yes... God; our... Creator, this
fact-He-has ingrained within all of us."
""I say this because I believe aware - they know, already knew of this yes-in their forming;
yes; from their very beginning - we I believe yea life-in the-process of teaching-them; us...
we-all get just a bit too self-involved-I-feel, self-centered-insecure; greedy - concern for this
ruling the day - blinded then, again there is nothing about us yes-within-us any more-to guide
us as-it were, as we lose this trust-in Him; ourselves... our-pain becoming-buried-deep,
deeper-within... .""
""No I feel now-they know only the of pureness of this-way-in the effort-and this alone, "Life,
in-its-prudence, verity-hope, assurance-yes... very mercies. Yes it-is I have found to be-the
entirely; the-most precious... when bartering honestly nothing; no; but-offering-everything...
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"Love, denial,
time...
albeit man or
woman--in faith, with-God;
this hope yes it-is certain, you'll-
find!
In the effort stones cast-raise the
brow, are-always cutting this-fact;
down.
Love in-genuine in lieu the-moment-
leaves the soul restless-in question,
foregone-of this conclusion...
forever, in doubt!"
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Lest-there be-Grace... .
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aueJ01JByfY
life had written an etude in D minor and barely gave him a pass
D for defeat denial disintegration dour reprise of the inevitable
bottom of the class for society sang to its dominant song book
while he was tone deaf and kept quiet hiding a coarse inner voice
his internal melodies sounded like a rusty cheese grinder on arrest
detained him after school hours to punish his apparent shortcomings
but it is difficult to make fine parmesan from blue veined fromage
and the blues of his childhood suffered under cruel constant assault
´the boy has got no sense´ and the child was never spared the rod
when all he wanted was a bit of cane sugar yet he did not suck up
to their blows which knocked out a few teeth in the long process
that laid the cruel basis for his trademark cheeky and sardonic smile
´when you have grown you will show gratitude for our kind efforts
to change your attitude and give thanks to our shaping your mould´
as it came to writing music-sheets he scripted them in lemon juice
secret messages because when life gives acidity you have a choice
one teacher was gentle with him and gifted him sour boiled sweets
for every time he hit a note from his own repertoire of aspirations
he almost chocked on such a gesture of compassion and novelty
breathed out slowly and poured out his heart in cacophonic sorrow
‘I might never become a tambourine major or master of ceremonies
no choral conductor or symphonic regent in other's marching bands
my choir will be a small ensemble and quality strikes vocal-chords
right where they need caressing and cradling but not false elocution’
‘if I can wipe the cheesy grimaces off the face of my crude tormentors
so be it then´ but this is in truth not about a vicious viscous fondue
gratitude has to be earned and thanksgiving follows genuine kindness
attitudes meanwhile may change or strengthen ´for this is my music´
A composition in Roquefort major with walnut crumble and cherries
on my cake and some can see clearly the grinder has its own purpose
when pungent milk turns into custard and some have egg on their faces
‘Its not about perfection but progress is built on effort and appreciation´
26th August 2020
We dream of rain...
And the mystery of the gun
We bold hold and driven apart
Kill the king when lovers depart
We dream of rain and the dark arts
Upon an endless sea, across an infinite A’merican waste…
A White House in the middle of Prussia a red square, fifty-two sons of the revolution, hundred of souls of the damned, we gather together to war on finite sands. We dream of rain under the desert sun, we hold the past, behold the last, one of these, we are the past, we look through to you. We are the last, we bold hold during the setting sun. We are the last.
We drive engines of mechanical wyrms, steam demons that burrow through. Deep inside sand on the infinite sea. We are the first, last, and always, nine while nine hold the throne. Bitter are the ones of your enemy’s cast. We sing this song of corruption, we sing empire down. Kill the king while lovers watch. The empire is in throws, the Mericans are bold and hold the line in the sand. A black house of a distant earth.
A white dress, the Empress of Nothing, nothing to hold. We are the last and always. We watch the red planet rise over your shoulder, we see the embers smolder. We are the kindred of the Last. Sing empire down. When lovers depart. They kill the beast in the sands where the steam of its heart bleeds. The Leviathan and of the sand and sea. Sing out our hearts, demand! Eurasia in turmoil the Blades of the One.
The Land of the Gun. Hangs heaven in the hands of the killers, as lovers depart. Law of the Land, the rule of the Gun. The law of man. We dream of rain in a righteous land. One with the Gun. Under a righteous Son. Someday, someday, someday, Dominion! I'm living in films for the sake of Prussia.
A Kino-Runner for the Dre-Karr, And the fifty-two daughters of the revolution is bound for treason, Turn the gold to chrome, a Gift... with nothing to lose, Stuck this side of Memphis with you in a mobile home, sing:
Mother Prussia, Mother Prussia. The Way of the Gun. The Rights of the West. We dream of rain. And the mystery of the gun. We bold hold and driven apart
Kill the king when lovers depart.
We dream of rain and the setting sun. Flood lands and driven apart…
Reprise III
An ode to the sisters who show mercy…
In the garden, The Christ did pray
For strength ardent to bear pain's stay.
Gethsemane, the Master kneels
To ask to be with fond appeal.
His close aides lie in heavy sleep;
The Christ now cries in pain so deep.
The soldiers come to seize the king;
Judas now sums betrayal fling.
A kiss laid sound to tell on him;
Jesus is bound with scornful whim.
Then off they go to a mock trial;
Conspire to show with sure denial.
From high priest to Pontius Pilate;
An impromptu in vile charade.
Death sentence flawed in power play
As Roman law primes unjust stay.
Scourged to appease the crowd's frenzy;
The Christ was seized with mad cruelty.
Thirty lashes upon the flesh;
A mocking clash of bloodied mesh.
Crowned with thorns plucked from marine haunts;
Pierced mortal tucked with painful taunts.
Then the mocked king is forced to walk;
Heavy cross stings the burdened stalk.
The route is long with steps uphill;
The Christ bears strong with humble will.
Three times He falls, and feels the whip;
Cruel soldiers all who torments heap.
On and on He bears the wood cross
To death's alley, to sure recourse.
Along the way, The Christ meets those
Who did display the pains and ghost.
Golgotha's space, nails are driven,
The cross is raised in cruel action.
The Son of Man prays for mankind,
To save the damned that evil signs.
Two thousand years have come and gone;
The Christ did peer to times forgone.
Good Friday psalm to each and all,
We must not harm but heed love's call.
Love frames a law: "Who harms, must heal." --
Law without flaw, it's heaven's will.
The way ahead is beyond hate;
Let love break bread as grace now plates.
The Living Christ offers to each
Love's fine reprise: Love each to each.
The message comes to one and all;
Love is the sum of love that calls.
Go deeper still to know and see:
The Christ that wills love and beauty.
Grace sets you free to know your place,
To simply be love's happy face.
Heed this story just to be clear;
Join the lovely way to love's cheer.
Follow your heart and it will show
The steady art that true love knows!
Let love bring light to live and learn;
Let peace bring sight for grace soothes yearn.
Leon Enriquez
18 Apr 2014, (on Good Friday)
Singapore
Holding hands with Shannon Leigh
Enthrallment consuming me
Trees flex their dusk filigree
Bobbing as if they agree
Pitch blank possibility
Revel in this day's decay
Bemused I should feel this way
Summer blooms share their bouquet
Nature's splendid verve soiree
As we bask within that sway
Moonlight glints from your clear eye
While we speak of days gone by
Tears roll as you say goodbye
Your uncle, that caring guy,
Fled this realm towards the sky
Your damp cheek feels my caress
As we share your grim distress
Calm your woe while I confess
Grave tethers dance with finesse
Faith of soul I must profess
That proud chapel on the hill
Called my spirit to fulfill
Divine promise and His will
Served by consciousness until
My father was stricken ill
Within this most humbling state
I began to doubt my fate
Circumstance wields massive weight
As I toiled through that debate
Father Tom helped consecrate
The gracious priest fell sick too
Yet defeat didn't crash through
To quell the word that sang true
Mortal fears shall not accrue
When covenant cleanses you
My last visit to his bed
Filled my heart with so much dread
I could see his fragile thread
His selfless prayers asked instead
To flee to God in Dad's stead
Summoned angels praised his creed
As my eardrums heard him plead
Dad's dilemma did recede
As if even God agreed
To favor Father Tom's deed
I witnessed a noble prize
As the life drained from his eyes
Lessons snared my heart most wise
Pride in knowing Tom's demise
Proved a blessing in disguise
When I feel my soul drag low
And depression taunts my flow
I view Father Tom's brave glow
The benign hope he did show
His sacrifice helped me grow
I watch you quiver near me
As your jaw drops to your knee
That warm face lights up with glee
Even those perched birds can see
All your torment start to flee
Surprise shreds me like a bomb
Your uncle was Father Tom!
Righteous brother to your mom
Grace shields us from the maelstrom
Mysteries collide with aplomb
Share a hug under brave skies
As gratitude forms to rise
Building to an immense size
God's charm summons a reprise
As our love flows to baptize
Is this thing on?
I've got something to say!
Is this thing on?
Probably no one is listening anyway!
We live in a place based on unity
Why are we having such disparity?
We can't represent without proper tools
Dissing each other is just plain cruel.
I thought we were supposed to be indivisible which means our bond can't be broken
United we stand, a truer statement has never been spoken.
Rally up for a good cause
Make your voice heard, change those terrible laws
Celebrate and Recognize we aren't all the same;
Keep the peace, make sure everyone is treated humanely
Protect our mutual assets don't play the fools
Justice and equality, protect our schools
Be careful of small eyes and small ears
Guard small hearts and calm large fears
I don't want a wall, I don't want a raid
I don't want the piper to be paid
I object to the plans of evil being laid
I don't want a war, I want peace, love and light
Injustice and hatred I will continue to fight.
I fear this boat is sinking fast
I'm taking our leaders to the task
Make good on your promises that you will protect us
Instead of hiding behind dollar signs with attempts to deflect us
Show me what you will do to save our beloved red, white and blue.
I'm tired of the rhetoric, tired of the double talk with no action
really can't get no satisfaction
I'm tired of hatred, subterfuge and lies
I want to see heart, compassion, a gentle reprise
Of the things that make this country great
clear Consciousness, love instead of hate
We are all descended from people looking for a better life and chance to be great
We need to remember this before it's too late.
The blood of our forefathers ran out as they pushed for democracy
Don't let their sacrifice be made into a mockery.
I don't agree with decisions that have yet to be made; I want a choice
I will continue to raise my voice.
Is this thing on?
I've got something to say!
We need to rally up and keep fighting for a new day.
Tides of change are coming swift and steady
I'll stand on the front lines, poised and ready
Intolerance and inhumanity I will never answer that call.
Unity, love, acceptance, unites us all.
I once believed love was the be all end all of life
The achievement of which would fix my broken soul
Not realising that love shows many forms
That soulmates come in differing ways
The first time I truly thought I was in love I was 13
He was older, so seemingly wiser
The red flags of his behaviour were too subtle for me
Until his purple kisses became too much
Until his love stained my body and my mind
I still haven't healed from the damage he caused
But hopefully one day I will
The first time I was truly in love I was 14
He was gentle and kind but darkness consumed him
I thought we could help each other into the light
And for a moment we did, but a switch soon flipped
As his life fell deeper into the dark I tried to pull him back
But he only pulled me deeper
Darling I never meant to make life difficult for you
I have to believe you never meant to leave those purple stains
I hope life is looking as bright for you as it now is for me
When I was 18 I was healing from my past
Not looking for love, instead trying to look forward
Maybe that is why I didn't see you coming
Maybe that's how you snuck into my heart
Removing the weeds that had festers and planting roses
By 19 he was teaching me how to love myself
Helping me heal, despite the dark days that consumed us
Instead of pulling me out, he helped me pull myself out
I believe I didn't truly understand love before him
Now I hope I can show him every day how much his love has meant
It has meant that I realised I love my mum
That she did the best she could in a difficult situation
That she was trying her best to keep it together
Only hurting herself in the process
It has meant I realised I love my friends
The ones I mess around with and the ones I talk serious too
That without them the world would be a lot darker
They deserve so much more than I can give
But I will never stop trying for them
Most importantly it has meant I realised I can love myself
That I was not to blame for all that happened to me
That I am capable of loving and being love
That I do not need to stain my arms to survive
That I stronger than I ever thought I was
That's her name,
a small silhouette of her shame.
The simple games she plays; a smile worth nothing
certainly she isn't worth anything.
Trim and clean, no, not what she seems.
The straight edge of her hair,
oh, ever so fair.
Each cut tells a tale. She beckons in her unclear haze,
Really.
She,
Is home, but it seems not so.
That's her walk; simple, well dressed.
The tip of her tongue, stayed from guilt causing speech..
Her teeth pale the calmness of her person,
Oh a smile worth nothing.
Every move she makes has some form of purpose;
she knows where she's ending up.
Anger-less, with searing shoal of blue waters.
Sensitive, what is an ocean of blue without rain followed by a smile?
Happy to say the least, loving to a fault,
tempered to the point of understanding.
Evil like the good that comes from some clean fun.
Awful at her best,
yet the worst compares so much better.
She walks in withered past and crumpled future.
If she falls no-one will pick her up,
yet her smile is worth nothing.
If she could talk she would tell her story.
Yet she can't speak,
her voice is gone.
Her love is shattered.
The lightning strikes the shore,
the sand wells up into glass, only to shatter,
shatter like her heart.
She thought she could swim,
the water how it cared now about her plight,
simply to toss her back to the glassy sands that cut her heart.
Here it would be,
she would cry without her voice,
her only defense, where,
as it was,
her pale smile.
Couldn't she see him and how much he cared;
He wouldn't know the knife had slipped,
or that sirens buzzed with retribution.
How long does a dark day last?
How long does a dark night last when even the day is dark?
Both could only last much to long for her,
yet, here came he with flowers to meet her at home.
She wasn't there, with which he carried heavy heart-
seeing the tape and the crying man.
When would daylight break?
Would the night ever set on her calm reprise?
Now they've sent her away; he's hung his head,
she's died inside, her apathy grown, how could she cry?
Mid morning, the light in the room was still the same.
From the moment I was born I was considered a miracle
One month premature with so many things wrong
Many considered me a fighter, and I suppose I was
What they didn't realise is that the fight would continue
At the age of eleven I left for secondary school
Leaving behind the world of play for the world of work
But I never much cared for play, only finding praise
When I brought home the top grades
At the age of thirteen I realised something was wrong
Spending countless days trying to figure out why
Why I liked girls and boys, why I struggled in class
But mostly why I didn't want to wake up each day
At the age of fourteen I had begun the biggest fight
One that would last for plenty of years, always ongoing
With angry red lines on my arms, and thoughts of suicide
Always echoing around my head, I battled on
By fifteen I realised the one I thought I loved
Never loved me back, he saw me as his possession
One to do with what he pleased and throw me aside
But I found someone with gentle kisses to help me grow
By sixteen those gentle kisses had turned to violet bruises
Ones that reminded me of the emotional bruises on my mum
It seemed that life had given up on the little girl fighting for her life
The world grew darker in my head every day
By eighteen I was ready to finally leave the world behind
To move away and start fresh, becoming a new person
But the darkness in my head was to follow me
Proving that every year would be consumed in sadness
By nineteen I had turned to drugs, but not the ones I thought
Antidepressants made the world a shade of grey
No longer the black I was used to, but not yet the white
That I have been longing to achieve
So now at twenty-one I am thinking about who I was
Finding my old poetry that reads like a journal of the past
Of a girl scared and screaming for someone to help
Not believing she had the strength to help herself
But now she stands stronger than ever
Every day not quite as hard and the last
Looking forward to a future she knows she can have
Looking back on a past she knows she can overcome
Still going ever deeper after all these years
In rudimentary changes featured taunt in blinding fears
That soft pull of a heart will light a spark
Over head we can quietly look at butterfly's circling the wind
With ovart cluster filled with circling eagles
In summoned line formation to reach upward
A tug at the heart will light a spark
Still going deeper...
It's gravtitational pull may bring some down
Some lasting sentiment of praise withstand
To help embrace fate nor that in some cup to raise
In some darkened peril place with vile imaginative trace
Along loose lines by which to bind
Inside I still hide behind a garb filled with walls that are trapped
With hidden wounds to silence then bind to bite & devour
Shaded colors emmersed in radiant lights filtered to flourish
In many faces proned in traces looking back at me from peril strain
While the caged fury of the outside world is totally insane
Still going ever deeper then ever before...
A reckless abandonment from my fractured skull having ravaged body thrown on floor
Some shouts of peril to doom will seal your tomb along a sunset shore
A human heart is a choiced vice that can be used by choice
They are garland to grace your head
All her paths our peace yet some lead to the dead
Guard your heart amidst the perils that falter
Give me shelter to cry amidst the pain & turmoil
Branded my reflection in a sentiment of reprise
In strict adherance to the law from temporal recourse
Although a tear drop should fall sends a shiver down my spine
A fresh scent of dew will help swallow up the pine
A passage of unique fragrance sprinkled on the quaint existance
Within solace we can anticipate peace
Through a memory filtered in the state of complete retreat
Gone are the days to frolic in a haze
Today we are all second guess as a mouse is in some maze
It's gravitational pull will bring so many down
Shadows proned again into inhilation,
Heaven sent through angelic appease..
The choice of divination to some stuck twart existence.
Planted in my fragile computerized egg shell mind!