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Quatrain #828:
MAZE
Meet with calm poise the truth most kind,
Apt joy greets voice with peace of mind;
Zest transcends noise as love moves grand,
Etch a clear choice with grace you find.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
07 October 2017
Singapore
Wise purpose find
With peace of mind
Seek what you seek
Be still and meek
There comes a time
When success chimes
Look deeper yet
Beyond mere bet
There is a face
That funds all space
Seek then the proof
In simple truth
Passion grows fire
Fond grace now sires
Just do your best
Know your fond quest
Leon Enriquez
07 October 2017
Singapore
night falls upon us like
a blanket of surety knowing
the darkness is inevitable
seeking respite from the sun
night falls upon us melancholy
drifting awakening new senses
unseen during the daytime
melodies night captures
your souls solace for peace
in solitude allowing every
emotion to be quieted settling
into a calming state of mind
while thoughts of tomorrow
yesterday future thoughts
dance in harmony to a brilliant
symphony beneath the bright
stars unfolds a dark rapture
orchestrated to a sullen
reminder that daylight will
soon be approaching while
the need to hold on tight
to night just a little longer
before the hustle and bustle
of the busy world awakens
again why we know its coming
soon but ah the sultry nighttime
romancing the serene silence
of it all comfort and relief
the only time within the day
where we are truly alone
with ourselves while each
of says good night dear see
you tomorrow sleep tight
selfishly clinging to your
own nighttime craving
that uninterrupted energy
the time of day where every
living thing simply calls it a night
I devour my dark fetish to write
Sorry Ciro Gargano Boss of
corruption your latest scare
tactics representing queen pin
gangster disciples leaders
is it Man Die wisconsin
woman's prison blood was
everywhere after she stabbed
five persons again man die
female gangster disciples
leaders Ciro Gargano and
my abusive ex husband two
arson murders sharing the
same female violent offenders
looking for early release from
prison by intimidating threatening
fbi confidential human sources
your latest threat ciro low for
even you M17 mounted let's be
honest here are you planning
another assassination attempt
on my life because of arson
murder of 9 your murders yours
and my ex emco chemicals employee
I GOT YOUR INTIMADATION
TERRORISTS THREATS M17 BUSHMASTER
GOOD CHOICE FOR ASSASSINATING ME
SINCE THE LAST ATTEMPT 9mm IN
TAMPA FAILED UNAFRAID OF YOUR
QUEEN PIN VIOLENT OFFENDERS
LEADERS IN WISCONSIN WOMAN’S
PRISON SENDING THREATS
CIRO GARGANO ARSON MURDERERS
OF 9 MY PRAYERS ARE WITH THESE
EVIL HITMEN HIRED TO THREATENED
ME OVER MY AMERICAN
POETRY OVER MY WEARING WIRES
PREGNANT BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS
FOR THE FBI FROM JUNK SICK COPS SADLY
CIRO GARGANO BELIEVE MY WEARING WIRES
PREGNANT BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS
FOR THE FBI WOULD ACTUALLY
CONTINUE GETTING HIS PRISON TIME
CUT HENCE ALLOWING HUNDREDS OF
SEVERE VIOLENT OFFENDERS EARLY
RELEASE SHAME ON YOU
GOD BLESS AMERICA
Spark a warm fire in surge of spring,
Prize deep feelings that break new grounds;
Reap touch that sires wonder time brings,
Ink words that sing of wisdom found;
Nature prompts fest through ups and downs,
Give to each fool a teasing wit.
Entrench fine zest to play the clown,
Laughter feeds cool sheer easy bits;
Observe the way hope channels peace,
Quest for the best with eager heart;
Urge love to stay with profound ease,
Expect odd jest to tamper start;
Now frames true flow of gain and chance,
Charm greets wise show in sexy dance;
Enact grand glow in steady prance.
Leon Enriquez
25 February 2018
Singapore
you crawled from the bottom
of tomorrow withered beneath
my feet the smell of forgotten
earth arose bountiful cruelty
emerged my mind craved awful
goodness standing before me
a hidden figure moving behind
the darkness legs unevenly bent
backwards standing there with
broken blood stained wings a tear
as hard as tar remained on your
cheek who are you why are you
here filled with dreary contempt
faintness shyness bestowed such
a tyrant entity taunting me with
childlike eyes beckoning my mothers
instinct to nurture this creature of
darkness my mind said don't do not
covenant nor comfort the muses of
norse ravenlike energy look away and
yet the dry warm breeze gathered
from your heavy breathing seated
in a mystic garden sprouting inside
my bedroom Odin standing over me
i whisper you must please go now
you're not supposed to be here
knowing full well tomorrow is near
Ongoing rows of trees
branches reaching binding
crawling braiding trunks of
olive trees capturing my senses
warm breeze glides down my
spine the ripened forestry handfuls
delightful ripeness historic scenery
as I mastered the monopoli landings
the essence of extra virgin oils pour
to perfection stored in tins we carry
them between the lemon zest aroma
of the countryside an afternoon filled
with pacifying my fancy with a charming
pinot noir settling down between the
largest tree trunks split into from thousands
of years of draping olives trees throughout
the hillside magnificent magnitude strength
balancing heritage while embracing culture
saving the old country the vanishing Puglia
Seek to know how,
Be mindful now.
Find your calm space,
Sit still in place.
Close your eyes here,
Let breathing steer.
Breathe deeply still,
Focus your will.
Relax and see,
Stillness can free.
A certain ease,
Now rains calm peace.
Purge stress and strain,
Watch poise touch plain.
Breathe in, breathe out,
Feel silence shout.
A still small voice,
Now intuits choice.
Dare to keep still,
Feel joy reveal.
Make time each day,
To sit and pray.
Words need not come,
Watch stillness hum.
Your soul knows best,
Your journey quest.
Listen and learn,
In silence yearn.
Leon Enriquez
22 February 2018
Singapore
That whip is the flaming might of the heavenly white dove
That burns away the wicked, and blows away the black ash thereof
That long-lasting wood for the whip is the blood ridden cross
That brought death to Jesus and begot the life of Christ now above
These joined made the flaming cross for Jerusalem to see
Filled with robbers and barren canals, far from the Pleroma’s sea
Not the city we see, but the one who cries out “Lord, Lord”
For us to become the house of sun, light and dove forever free
Inspired by Heracleon's Commentary on the Gospel of John, Fragment 13 on John 2:13-16.
Sorry jay Townsend Johnson
Henry respect your own
grandfather Spanish town
jamaica be yourself stop
trying to impersonate me
you are sick twisted you
make me vomit your breath
your scent left on my ex and
ciro and Peter how your train
ran fast between these men
my father would never be found
dead near you or your mother
Tony how did you figure you
could become me wow you
are equivalent to a serial stalker
in Liverpool girl lay down sit
stay have a treat dog breath
carries diseases jankiness
no matter what happens to
me you twisted freak of nature
shall perish in my sweat what
I don't care who you wed
or who you bed who you lay
or who you spray mon what
cha gwuane do but sit and stay