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Innocence dies in a world that's corrupt,
addicted to sin
and thrill, of the win;
where suppressed emotions spew and erupt.
Although naught is said:
innocence is dead.
And as children prepare for reality
trading fantasy dreams for hyperbole:
time chases its shadow.
An adolescent adrenaline rush,
sets you free at last.
No longer harassed,
you are the artist, and life is your brush.
Loving all you see,
your world looks pretty.
And yet, the strain of existence takes its toll
subconsciously, weighing the worth of your soul:
time chases its shadow.
As old age creeps like a thickening fog
your tongue tastes like dirt,
and your muscles hurt:
feeling outdated as a catalog.
A frustrated youth
you searched for the truth:
it's hard to believe you were once that naive.
And although it'll soon be time for you to leave:
it's doubtful anyone will notice or grieve.
Time chases its shadow
silently, on tiptoe.
I was in command at the helm
when too much demand overwhelmed
couldn't find understanding felt pressure
declined as a man thought myself lesser
became linked with mental health
failed to deal with what life dealt, raw deal?
Maybe, still I feel I may have reordered my way of handle
I put myself out in the wind like a candle
destined for downfall
and though I was surrounded by people
there were none when I reached forth
suppose I could have preached and forced
or just seen the bigger picture
head office catch the fish bigger
but not seen as an option I figured,
decision failure,
but isolation is lonely going it as the only
still I don't like to moan
was a one man army once charming turned angry
not shocked I was abandoned
alone is my only understanding,
but know, just one man woman or hand
could have changed the battle from damned
still I experienced life as a victim
but don't claim to be one
had to much fight and competitive juice in the system
made the situation linger and won the ratio,
getting the better
still could have done better,
lost the war won the battles
tough luck from all angles
but this is my first clear reflection
of a chapter of my life from ten years ago,
people say let it go, I say no,
but let it leak I will and slowly forget
whilst taking the lessons as profit
I got knocked down stayed down for a decade,
survived yet decayed, until now when I move from it,
this is the dawn, finally I've got it,
understood and sorted
now I look forward,
the world looks good as a man with understanding standing
after damning demand and abandoned had the upper hand
but feets don't fail me,
lungs don't empty,
heart, beats, pounding,
brain untangled,
all once strained
but a heavenly strain sees me go again,
I look forward as I self applaud,
being no longer appalled or overruled,
a liberated warrior has risen from a warring prison
stronger, enlightened to a sun rising, I kept fighting,
let's go forward, let's go forward
{To be sung to the tune of "I see the light" from "Tangled"}
Good old days lurking in the shadows
Good old tears I cried, walking out
Good old times never are they going
No more can I doubt
All is clear thinking in the sunlight
All is clear, suddenly, I’m free
Singing now I take a bow
I can fully agree
And at last I know you’re right
And it's like I feel so gifted
And at last I know you’re right
And it's like I love your view
And it's not any time to fight
Just see how far we have drifted
All at once everything looks different
Love has broken through!
Good old days working on our love beam
Good old fears shoving down the drain
Good old times never fully knowing
You and all this strain
You are near thinking in the sunlight
You are near suddenly, I glow
Singing now I know somehow
I can see the rainbow
And at last I know you’re right
And it's like I feel so gifted
And at last I know you’re right
And it's like I love your view
And it's not any time to fight
Just see how far we have drifted
All at once everything looks different
Love has broken through!
Love has broken through!
10.31.2021
(When a couple end their fight, understanding their love for each other)
For Natasha L Scragg's "Change the Record" contest
Mindful and good, move mindset forth;
Align grand poise, align sure face;
Nurture brave mood, nurture path north.
Obsess clear choice, obsess fine grace;
Feel people's pain, feel champions cause.
Pride spurs tangent, pride hurls passion;
Ride fear and strain, ride surge and pause;
Incite movement, incite action;
Note danger signs, note active style;
Charge with clear calm, charge with sure spark;
Intent draws lines, intent frames smiles;
Proof spreads kind balm, proof wears high marks;
Live a grand aim, live a great quest;
Etch without blame, etch your grand zest.
Leon Enriquez
27 March 2015
Singapore
I'm wearing the blue,
yes, proudly, and don't prejudge me
and I won't prejudge you.
Some nights I sleep swirling in
nightmares,
seeing the blood of victims, and
I still very much care.
I grope for the lamp on my nightstand,
my headache becomes a tight band,
my wife awakened, softly talks me down,
I would love to leave this "toddlin' town."
Brother, sister police officers agree,
that our job puts a strain on our families,
I come home from tragedies such as
gun violence, child abuse, accidents,
robberies,
yet, I'm accused of being
cold and unfeeling,
when the hurt closes in and is
joy stealing.
Yes, I wear the blue,
my life, my heart is of rescue,
take a ride with me to see,
some of the human acrimony,
Yet, at the precinct it's comforting to receive,
flowers and cookies from some caring
people reaching out,
that's what gratitude is about,
it helps after long hours,
and when some distressed strangers
say, "Thank you for responding to my call,"
it can, at times-
relieve me from the pall.
We need to be more understood,
we need more cooperation from the
neighborhoods,
after all, it's for all our good. ~
I feel tired and lost
I can not find my way.
I have lost track of time,
And the date and day.
Even the simplest chores,
Are hard to complete,
My poor back is aching,
And so are both my feet.
My eyes are dim,
It's a strain to see,
Anything,
In front of me.
I have a cough,
I can not breathe,
I've had enough,
I'm on my knees.
I want to get up,
So I can sit down,
Instead of a smile,
I wear a frown.
I cannot hear,
Unless you shout,
All my teeth,
Have fallen out.
My arthritis
Causes pain,
My life is going
Down the drain.
My bladder and bowel,
Are all at sea,
Incontinence,
It's misery.
With stomach swollen
Full with gas.
I am a very,
Sickly Lass.
Lass maybe years ago,
This face and figure,
I do not,
Know.
My youth has left.
Closed the door,
I've never felt this,
Old before.
I started to write
A happy song,
Somehow my write
Is wrong,
If by chance
You take a peek
I want you to know
That I wrote it,
Tongue in cheek.
Trite query from pen so weary
My muse has blown a fuse
The light that once shined has declined
My fleeting hope hangs from a rope
A vagabond whose muse did abscond
With illuminating spark leaving him in the dark
Out on a lark; my scuttled engine in park
Night and day I recon the lexicon
But the literary discourse is no recourse
To a stray itinerate who has lost his way
The sty in my eye has begun to cry
The pus is no fuss; my page is dry
A rhyme for a dime would be sublime
Perhaps, a bartered verse in my purse
Will break the curse, or still worse
Might stain with shame my languishing pain
Incarcerating my fraudulent pen in the critic's den
Oh, if words would rain then my brain drain
Would filter inspiration to my perspiration
The fertile strain if only but a grain
Would fertile sprouts shoot extinguishing my doubts
Only few vague notions remain.
Resource lowering has emerged.
Poverty and shame endure strain.
Money and action have diverged.
They shackled him with sharp pebbles.
False idols' rage will not be tamed.
Justice can be served, he chisels.
Though with a spirit that's untamed.
I cede safety pins for deep breadth.
Bleed on the rough stones as I move.
Preparedness is worse than death.
Sheer struggle in vain; I chose prove.
The jagged bores of shrub and gorse.
Slumbering softly down their track.
Unyielding uphill this steep source.
The birds chirp and echo ducks quack.
No skin, bear on shreds of mercy.
Our cells used to make a new death.
Keep your bliss, won't bite agony.
Go for different god and breadth.
I'll scale this hard peak until dusk.
Enjoy summer's beauty and clean air.
The wind will take the dusk luck.
Free of jagged rocks and despair.
Written: September 11, 2021
''J'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
In matters of love and life, I seek
A second opinion, a wiser peek,
Beyond the veneer of my hopeful heart,
To find solace in truth, not just in part.
For love is a tempest, wild and fierce,
Yet tender moments can quell the pierce,
And life, a symphony of joy and pain,
Where harmony hides within the strain.
So let me pause, and contemplate,
Seek wisdom's counsel, before it's too late,
In shadows of doubt, may clarity rise,
Unveiling the secrets, hidden in guise.
For with a second opinion, a fresh perspective,
Love and life's tapestry,
we are better connected, with a second opinion.
You want me to push, you want me to strain,
You want me to give you my all,
You want me to focus all my attention,
No matter how big or how small,
You turn out to be at the end of the day,
Your size is no measure of pride,
Rather it’s the fight that was had to achieve,
This love from deep down inside,
This love that I leave behind me each day,
This love of what we began,
This love of how much bigger we were,
Before I sat on the can,
Every day you want me to push you away,
From one you want to make two,
Every day you strain the love in my heart,
Every time I sit on the loo.