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The Moment Of Death
What is going to happen?
What will I see after I take my last breath?
Will there be those who have gone before me
There to welcome me and make me feel safe
Unrecognizable to me they look as they did in their prime
They try to talk
Reach out for me but I do not know them
Will it be a world of fire and smoke?
Spirits screaming as their bodies are ripped apart
Will there be anyone to listen to my prayers?
Will God meet me or is Anubus the image I will see?
Can Osiris take me into an eternal paradise?
Will I change into another life?
An infant to loving parents or an animal who wander the forests
Will my spirit be trapped in my body?
Entombed in darkness in a sealed box
Is there really a bright light that I will walk into?
A paradise or a hell
No one knows or maybe they will not tell
They might be keeping it secret so we will fear death
Will I know before that moment when my life ceases?
Maybe there is nothing
Nothing to see
Nothing to fear
Just nothing
Safe and secure
Pathway of light;
Home is the name
Go forth with zest
Anchor your quest;
Be beyond gall
Dare to go out
Seek your passion;
Home grounds your pact
Start with sure poise
Passion knows how;
Home anchors zest
No need for fame
Just know your need;
Then work on words
Look to bold ways
Listen with heart;
Joy flings grand fare
Words emerge
Feel within thought;
Watch magic fill
Day after day
Urge frames anew;
Sculptures in verse
Vivid as charm
Charisma hurls;
Verse offerings
Style follows poise
Know then the way;
Write words that live
Learn how to wait
Upon the waves;
Outburst in verse
Now search the world
Within your heart;
Experience all stuff
So much to say
Upon the wind;
Yet store feels full
Let gratitude
Align kind heart;
Attitude tells
Home sweet home
Funds thought profound;
Where love abides
Leon Enriquez
20 August 2014
Singapore
My life is full of tangled webs woven
from hues of grey trailing from a chasm.
Chaos dumps my heart a fractured token,
despair lurks to merge into phantasm.
I long to drift in endless bliss of sleep.
Solitude is a welcome refuge from pain.
It’s my safe shelter, warm as a cocoon,
expunges tarnished passions down the drain.
Fate turns capricious under a full moon,
everything I touch mere will-of-the-wisps.
The territory of my inner world
aspires to surge beyond all hues of grey
asks not to leave my rainbows dismantled,
from thoughts of self-made prisons not fall prey
but touch the sun’s zenith, bathe in its warmth.
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Is enslavement better than freedom
Feeling safe instead of facing the unknown
Don't hide inside forever shy
sheltering safe in your warm cocoon
The world so big the sky so blue
lovely are the flowers in full bloom
A rainy day or a storm or two
but nothing you can't get through
It's better to try
spread your wings and fly
Don't deny your yearning inside
beautiful beautiful shy butterfly
The world has both chills and thrills
turn on the facet for an empty pail to fill
Crawl out of the shadows into the sun
fresh and new spring has sprung
A summer's dream an Autumn's wish
a winter's rest to remember and relish
For if too long you hide deep inside
That safe space of your enclosed cocoon
False the choice to your dreams denied
You bury yourself alive in a tomb
Wake up and live those dreams
break out with your heart's schemes
Be free live big, a roaring cry
My beautiful beautiful shy butterfly
Oppressed we are buried worms
With liberty
we are butterflies who soar the Heavens
After her mother died she watched her father begin to fade away.
He was always a quiet man, reserved, polite…soft spoken.
but now he hardly ever said a word…she could see his heart was broken.
When he did speak…it was only in whispers…he told her silence was his choice.
He did not want a sound…any sound…to muffle the memory of her voice.
When she asked him why he stopped his morning walks…he smiled,
“I am happy sitting here…thinking about her.”
“Besides,” he smiled, “my feet aren’t as trustworthy as they used to be…It seems they don’t know where to go without her.”
She stopped by every day to comfort him…the father she adored…but with each visit he seems a little sadder…a little older…he seemed to fade away a little more.
Until the day she came and found him in his favorite chair…his favorite place…he’d gone to be with her mother…and for the first time in a long time…he had a smile on his face.
“Goodbye, Daddy.” She said kissing his cheek…then laying her head inside his palm…”Have a safe trip…and when you get to Heaven…say Hi for me…to Mom.”
Then glancing down she smiled through her tears…as she whispered, “I’ll miss you Daddy…but I am happy knowing…even though it took a while…you’re feet know where they’re going.
Scents of burnt embers flowing over my windowsills
Charred are the palm tree fronds that
once fanned the breeze
Seized are the pods, timbers
Torches sparking shrills
Behold the ashes drifting
as they fall from my smoke-sooted skies
O but in b 'tween choking and tearing eyes
Bright orange-colored clouds shade
So fiercely they invade
If you look West…
The 'golden glow’ shall arrive
He who heeds the warning
and flits, may survive
A brush fire has lit the landscape
furiously waves its crimson cape
Tangerine smoke suspended in time
surrounds the hills all around me
congesting the natural scenery
Arousing anxiety, anticipating
the scale of the expansion its spreading
Swirling fire, twirling tornadoes
ravishing existence in its pathway
Flames so blinding that align the sunset
In my field of vision – I’ll never forget
Frightful yet surreal,
I hear myself whisper it’s not real
Nonchalantly, Winds sweep in firestorms
Notorious for its name the ‘Santa Anas’
Lingering, its breath; smoggy haze swarms
The brave battle the blaze, corral the flame
As the hills die, an obstinate inferno resurges
"To extinguish life" its aim
Like the Phoenix rising again and again,
but this isn't the Phoenix
it is something sinister
Guide us along the road to a safe place
Away from the drought,
O home, there is not a trace
Chaos turns on every cornerstone
I’m back where I started, I atone
Circling all areas, as others do —I do
With nowhere to flee vs warnings to eschew
Perhaps I’ll make it to the highway
with westbound caravans I’ll stay
There I’ll keep alive
If you just look to the West…
The ‘Orange glow’ (fire) has arrived!
Mornings in the backyard Sassy runs
She runs and runs with speed and power
Circling the old boys she growls like a grizzly
Dive bombing them with snaps to their heads
Genghis snaps and barks back
Kublia looks for a escape path
She does not understand how strong she is
trying to coax the boys to play but she is rough
Soon the boys scatter everyone for himself
While Sassy runs encircling the yard
She is happy and free running to run
Kicking up the grass and dirt
tongue hanging out
The boys sneak their way under my chair
their is refuge
I throw a stuff toy in the air
and she leaps and snaps it on the run
clinging to it with her mouth
She drops and grabs it drops and grabs it
as she flies through the yard
She circles my chair and the old boys stare at her
she is crazy
Finally she whines down and stops
sitting on the ground with her head up high
panting the good pant with a big doggy smile
One ear sticking straight up the other folded down
inside out making her cute as a big puppy she is
Burn that crazy energy girl run yourself silly
She looks full grown but is still a puppy
Ten months old with a sweet baby face
The old boys feel safe to spread out with caution
In the mornings Sassy runs.
The house is empty
Not a home now, just a house
Without you with me
Feels like a bad dream
From which I may not awake
Forever it seems
Your chair is empty
Not there to sit next to me
Just me and TV
Perhaps you’ll come back
To be with me once again
After the attack
You might be yourself
Our house a home once again
Without Monster’s help
You’ll sleep by my side
I will keep you safe at night
All will be alright
The Doppelganger
The Zombie and the Monster
Will be no longer
The Daemon’s legions
Will be exercised for good
To nether regions
Love will conquer all
I will be with you always
I won’t let you fall
I know one thing true
We will fight together, but
It’s hard, missing you…
To the world I politely smile and ever am so meek
hold my tongue for attention I do not seek
Life is easier without a fuss
just do what you must
Live and let live
overly give
peace
safe
in your place...
Within myself I scream and shout
crude and rude leaving no doubt
about my attitude
so long overdue
Point of view sharp is a sword
words a plenty colorful and more
suggestions frankly lewd
dress you down nude.
I dress plain always the same
boring life is the game
No one bullies or bothers me
everything quiet let it be
Within myself natures way
out butt naked every day
any stares or judging me
double fingers I point at thee
Eat dainty chew slow
food in public not a show
Napkin on your lap
over tip at that
Within myself shovel it down
belch loud enjoying the sound
Gulp your drinks others too
open your mouth as you chew
For happiness and tranquility
others faults never see
Live in peace and harmony
be as one and let all be
Within myself let them know
their dumb and ugly and it shows
Tear em down and bury them
as you curse with a grin
Better to hold it within
as desiring it the same as sin?
Meek and humble the life I live in
within myself those thoughts begin and end.
When I look through my porch window my heart skips a beat
Looking at my leather chairs, and getting them home was a feat
Memories of my dad and our wonderful talks we had in those chairs
After he passed, they became mine as I look at them with tears
I think back to our wonderful talks and didn’t know it would our last
The last one in those chairs at his home, now so much time has passed
He was very ill and I did not realize his time was going to be so short
And soon he would be dying and with his choice of no life support
I inherited his leather chairs and then stored them away for several years
I decided to bring them home to my porch, safe from my cat scratching fears
I sometimes catch myself looking at them through my porch door window glass
My heart feels content, then my grief comes back but soon it does pass
I know my dad would be happy to know that I kept his beautiful leather chairs
And for sentimental reasons as he has now been gone over five years
I walk by those chairs several times a day to let my dog outside
And my emotions flip flop from joy to grief that doesn’t subside
My heart is happy to have my wonderful memories of my dad in my life
And our talks about my life, my work troubles and being a housewife
I know he would be proud of my choices and life changes I have made
I just wish God gave us more time together and my dad could have stayed
I will forever cherish my dad’s leather chairs and what they represent
The gift of my dad in my life and all the wonderful years together we spent