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I am here
But am I really here
My very existence
As already been programmed over a million years ago
Time is like a flowing stream of water
See how it flows
They say we determine our actions
But I say God determines it for us
Our ability to succeed is not solely by strives and struggle
I saw him die but at that moment he was still alive
It was 10 am but he died half past five
What if our very existence is just a mere dream?
And the reality is not exactly what it seem
I am here
But am really here
I am having dinner with a stranger
Who I treat like a wife
And suddenly every thing goes dark
And I am cut off by a knife
My brain seizes to work
And I can remember my first name
Then I ask myself what is this kind of game
My arms are making movement which I can not control
The energy is coming from a place I do not know
Scientists are giving crazy explanations
But all these assertions will in the future met condemnation
Righteousness In Distress
Many indisputably dreaded lunacy ensued yet hoped there is no hell
On a dim corner, the deposed 2017 president wiggle in his dank cell
Fake hero inside a fat ego in Moscow, waggle bloody fists of outrage
Nothing tragic happens if neurons are at bay and not on a rampage!
Societal issues is like week old bread without slivers of magic butter
Words embellished with hot air eventually sink masses in iced water
Sword of justice seizes a mad czar and a true charlatan alleged holy
If evil doers cramp your insides, chomp anti-acid, dump your worry!
Penned: 09/23/2022
Aboard cruise liner:
Rhapsody of the Seas
Haifa, Israel
Old facade
Museum facelift;
Joy sparkles
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Uneasy buzz
Empty talk ooze;
Juicy bits
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Pokemon fling
Sure strokes sling;
Crazy madness
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Newspaper headlines
Too much noise;
Trade deficit
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Violent protests
Crowds angry now;
Defiance congregates
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Bad news sells
Print run profit;
Violence breeds rape
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White wake
Gloomy death black;
Grief suffocates
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Single rose stalk
Sad parting gift;
Funeral pyre
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End of life
Mortal remains on fire;
Tears for fears
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Sad story slays
Vivid hurts ply;
Cold death curtains
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Flat battery
Car-pool forlorn;
No redemption
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Evening dark
Haphazard debris;
Dreary rain
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Death steals
Seizes soul stuff;
Corpse frozen cold
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Breezy wind
Wet promises;
Crashing madness
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Harbour view
Distant ships moor;
Tentative horizon
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Burning joss sticks
Smoke signals feisty;
Ancestral shrine
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Prayers ascending
Smoky fumes swirl;
Heavenly kinship
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Stormy evening
Wet earth moans;
Monsoon redecorates
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Leon Enriquez
26 November 2016
Singapore
Do you see anything to smile about?
Someone was on fire during the debate
He drank so much water he stuttered
That a sign the raft of hell is getting hotter
Now I am more confused than ever
Our life isn't a political flash game
Do you see anything to smile about?
Today for me; tomorrow for you,
It only takes a few, to see and review,
The outlook on life, sadly it’s fading.
Before we are too quick to judge;
Do you see anything to smile about?
Many work places are going under;
Many people are on the unemployment line,
Not knowing what to expect or digest
Do you see anything to smile about?
Occupy Wall Street protest continue stronger than ever
Trying to save what's left of our future.
Only time would tell according to the scriptures
Occupy our minds let’s think of our children's future
Look at the facts not the faces
Do you see anything to smile about?
One keep smiling the other kept drinking
Many head of the households worries about Health Care
What is life for a soldier on the front line?
Do you see anything to smile about?
Yes I know a man is still a man
Even if he wears an expensive jacket and ties
Only differents we as citizens have place
Such men in a high position to spy
We have to back it up and vote or choke
Do you see anything to smile about?
Relationships are dying Men and women for themselves
Broken hearts all over the place,
The love of our patriach seizes
Do you see anything to smile about?
Homeless shelters are closing
With or without people demonstrating or voting,
Do you see anything to smile about?
This is not any fault of our citizens
Its bad management, how much more can we take
It’s hard to smile during the recession besides a rebate!
Looks at the facts, not the debate
Partake and foresee our future.
We need more smiling faces.
We need to breathe!
Hell’s getting hotter,
Apocalypse in mainstream
Now do you see anything to smile about?
The Brick Sayer
Tim is painting outside since it’s raining inside
Stroke upon cuddle one step at unfolding time
One inch brush gently on 10 squares of façade
The wannabee Buddhist thing when life is no race
Brightening enlightening mud bricks with caress
Whitewashing if that may still be said in South Africa
Tom Sawyer comes to mind as he glosses the fence
Sells the privilege for an apple core and a toad but
Political correctness has long banned the Twain
Now he moves the artist bristles for fine edges
Bordering on the insane he chooses to not employ
masking tape as that could cheat mask and disclosure
The paint ceases to flow as Tim seizes his furthering day
Watching it dry is the hard part of soft meditation so he
Desists and refrains but insists that some wall has vanished
25th July 2018
Absent Motility Against Staid Inertia
impossible to describe listlessness
bedeviling this body electric aye attest
motivation to counter glumness
seizes motility temporarily
to stave off staid purposeless at best,
yet aware poetic obfuscation chest
barely delineates fierce hopelessness
assailing me,
when'r awake and/or at everest
feeding melancholy feedback loop
sparring against faintest
momentum - writhing psyche,
asper an unwelcome guest
emotional friction
bringing motionlessness,
where lunging futility
summoning ability
to muster joie de vivre
defeated willpower
no matter mental health
propped up
with pharmacological medications
prescribed by Doctor George Adams be hest,
yet tis NOT suicide, but general malaise
as if poison (or stung by a scorpion) jest
permeates thy being
sparking existential angst
hoop fully communicating figurative soffits
facilitating emotional bulwark lest
ye coon sitter
this lix spittled chap messed
up in the head, but also that empty nest
syndrome - a bird den, and nefarious pest
disallowing merrily rowing my boat
subjected to turbulence that doth wrinkle
space/time continuum quest
punctuating any attempt
to take fig yurt heave Newtonian rest
without being assailed
of drab quotidian predictability
re: envious papa
towards daughters adventurous lives
he rejoices (albeit vicariously)
respective lives where offspring lasso lassitude,
viz both their electric kool aid acid test
how fate didst in vest
waning wily woebegone zest!
Panic mongers, hate mongers,
traffickers in groupthink.
The key to the universe,
you must never let facts interfere
with all your
obsessive incessant fables.
You must never doubt the veracity of
of the latest tale of terror.
A secret Satanic elite of cannibalistic pedophiles,
All the liberals are in on it, don’t you know?
Soros and Gates in collusion.
Evangelical contagion,
the deep state under every bed,
the boogeyman behind it all.
Any questioner is complicit.
Any true believer will be saved.
Apophenia intoxication,
Donald Trump is your savior.
Your mind is malleable to malignancy,
It metastasizes in your trance.
The putrid contamination percolates
everywhere in deafening silence.
Each taste of QAnon venom,
Each flavor of terror,
seizes and imprisons the masses of minds
And if you listen, you will hear
the percussive funeral dirge
for the death of the civilized world.
Poems tiptoe into my dreams and fill up all my sleeping space
Thoughts of mythical creatures, maybe a wonderful brilliant thing
They are swirling and twirling, each in own unique place.
Without any thought of my well-being, they banter and they brace.
Throwing out a plethora of inane ideas, without any obvious taste or grace.
Subliminal faerie clips,
float into my lavish fantastical dreams on an angel’s wing.
Unaware, I slumber on, my breathing at a quiet, gentle, meditative pace.
Knowing not what my early morning poetry will savagely or lovingly bring.
Poetry seizes me in my sleep, and holds me hostage even after I am awake.
Unaware while I am astral traveling,
but morbidly aware when I leap out of bed.
Her metaphors and nuances wind around my dendrites,
without a quiver or a quake.
Unbeknownst to my quieted essence, as I travel around moonlight’s silver lake.
Quickly aware, when I begin throwing out ideas and full passages
the minute I awake.
My imagination is spouting phrases and rhymes that seem curiously well-read.
Thoughts slither and sneak around me in teasing ways,
like the skin of a sleek snake.
My muse marches out lines of poems,
knowing my therapeutic need to be so fed.
Written 2-21-2019
Contest: Poetry and Me
Sponsor: Silent One
The chaotic storms of mountain. Made winds and valley breezes.
Awakens the soul and wisdom's fountain
So as the words are written the pain seizes.
Eyes grey as the ice of men's heart
Words uttered seem crazy like the island shutter
Soul as deep as the tomb of the arch
Psychotic metaphor in sync with thunder.
Unlike the followed thinkers of past
Who Were intrusted to build the future
Now poets free thinkers those who could save us at last
Are discredited Because the masses are mentally neutered
Ignorance individually applied
And then through treachery
Introduced thru the subconscious mind
To teach a complaicent society into self induced trickery
The night takers come when the sun goes down
When there's no one around to hear the quiet loud
They are the shadowed clouds feared by the proud
Seeping in through ears with maddening clapping sound
Insane clowns with razor sharp teeth poking around
The mind pounds until it's fully unwound
Once it's lost it can never be found
The brain twitches and seizes until it freezes
Epileptic diseases permeating the creases
Too late to call out or to cry to Jesus
Life never owned each one of us leases
Man thinks he can do whatever he pleases
Monkey like minds relating to rhesus
Trying to pick up all the evolutionary pieces
**** disguised as treasure but it's still feces
Witness lowly ones described as meek
Traveling along a narrow path to seek
Listening to prophets from the past speak
People laughing and calling them Jesus Freaks
Thinking they're feeble minded and weak
Are the wise and powerful really so unique
Who will be left to listen to their critique
For the night takers came and took them in their sleep
We live in a world of wise people who feel Science
is our salvation. Yet each attempt man makes to improve
upon creation seems to destroy another part of it.
Eventually we are the takers and the taken.