Long Suspicion Poems
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Myriad the masks in violent times,
Fear sets to task such crazy crimes.
Witness harsh rut of fear that fears,
Such scenes now jut madness most *****.
Where is the good in violent acts?
The killing mood signs evil tact.
There is no peace in killing spree,
Hate will not cease in violent seas.
Fear and terror breed suspicion,
Hate reaps horror in destruction.
There is no cure to blind reason,
From evil hearts come mad seasons.
Death by violence breeds karmic sway,
Pain reaps sentence in tragic play.
Sadly we see a world gone mad,
Now who can free comic gone bad?
Feel and see now mad games of hate,
We know not how violence marks date.
Justice cries here as horrors stream,
Evil times spear the decent dream.
In times like this, pray for kind grace,
Yield to a bliss that floods all space.
Leon Enriquez
07 May 2016
Singapore
Finally after twenty two plus
years of marriage,
a husband (namely yours truly -
hitherto known as Matthew Scott Harris)
exhibits glint of care and concern
toward his significant other,
which wife bemoaned
absent expressions of love
particularly before the
honeymoon even occurred.
I readily admit shying away
from emotional intimacy,
especially toward the gal
whose pledge I trothed
July twenty fifth nineteen ninety six,
(fifteen days hence)
yet even formative years (mine)
scant overtures displayed toward
me father, mother, plus
older and younger sister
(neither non twisted).
A strong suspicion predominates
neurological, psychological,
and social perturbations
commingled while said christened goodfella
developed in utero, whereat genetic quarks
sparked, manifested, and engendered
unforeseen grievous hardship
severely, inexplicably, and figuratively
dislocated, truncated, and uprooted
his promising, (albeit
short lived) blissful boyhood,
which happy go lucky preschool years
abruptly analogously came to crashing halt
soon after setting foot into first grade.
Impossible mission
to tease out telltale explanation(s)
only thru courtesy 20/20 hindsight
can hypothesis be formulated
regarding congenital
chromosomal cellular discrepancy
birthing what appeared a healthy baby
though prone to wailing
without rhyme nor reason,
especially if held
by any person except mother.
At a tender age behavioral blitzkrieg
rent asunder tenuous connections
shattering nascent aggregation
to allow, enable, and provide
healthy interpersonal development
unbeknownst what molecular processes
kickstarted, pronounced, triggered...
wayward son to recoil against humanity
(think how like magnetic poles
repel each other).
Most all mein kampf
scant communication brokered
never establishing linkedin bonds,
nor fostering emotional intimacy
despite witnessing overt caring
among parents who begat me
or siblings, who exuded
natural propensity to comfort each other.
Something so primal as to elicit
heartfelt sympathy I lacked
which aloofness generated offensiveness
essentially buttressed (with flying colors)
hermetically sealed existence (mine)
nsync livingsocial within alien nation.
Sinful lady, you came along to disarm
my innocence with that incredible charm;
nothing pointed out suspicion of any kind,
nothing showed you could do a lot of harm!
Not even the whispered words of past lovers
made such an impression on me, I suddenly
fell for a kiss much sweeter than pure honey
that started this passion on endless nights!
My goodbye in song will echo through time,
this big and dark secret you'll carry along
while inside it wont last for long;
could another lady have been as strong:
taking pain and not say a thing?
I wasn't perfect, all was out of line!
Someone's eyes search for mine,
how could I betray a true feeling...
remembering the long kisses we shared?
Another hand is ready to hold mine,
it won't let go until I'll stop giving;
what will be left of that magical world?
Another smile much different from yours
can make me choose and avoid the blues!
My goodbye in song is an end to your untamed madness,
not mine that was only felt in erotic moments;
you used me, I used you for nights of pleasure.
We won't hold on regret, we need no apology:
this is what we wanted, this was our fantasy;
will we remember the joy or the hurt of our adventure?
she was an artwork in progress
like graffiti on a wall which covered
bricks in her head in the chakra’s colours
connected to the world with easel and brush
but the paint inside her was not quite free yet
too many restrictions had been imposed by
a socialized search for stability and adherence
of what others seemed to deem the norm of good taste
she blew up balloons with pigment dye figments
of her imagination and rose-tinted shards of mosaic
filled the room with fragrance of sandalwood and patchouli
and tied them to her body for levitation and consciousness
without any drugs she floated in psychedelic magic
engaged in lightness and transcended borders of nothingness
detachment rose to the ceiling but that was constructed
of glass and was so solid that she could not break through
thoroughly made it only allowed her to see hidden justice
while with helium and unnecessary laughter she clung
like a spider beneath herself and below shine through ascent
the Buddha above any suspicion had no chisel nor hammer
even Karma was out of reach for she was young and resilient
but over time the brush with delight dried up like a fig tree
without water shedding seemingly forbidden fruity melee
now insecure in impermanence she wished to be floored
only when she reminded herself that life was suffering
in itself did she come to the conclusion that eventually
the inflated globes of fanciful reverie would pop one by one and
bring her back to square one and attempt safe passage once more
20th July 2021
Folk Song in the Key of G Silent
Amazin’ grace is shinin’ down on me.
I must be doin’ somethin’.
A warbler’s singin’ in a hawthorn tree.
I must be doin’ somethin’ right.
This bloomin’ garden, she’s lookin’ lovely,
As the clouds above me go their merry way.
There’s truth and beauty in a dandelion.
I must be doin’ somethin’.
It costs me nothin’ and it’s mine, all mine.
I must be doin’ somethin’ right.
Called Mother Nature a sexy dancer.
Heard an echo answer, It’s my lucky day.
My love and I are walkin’ arm in arm,
I must be doin’ somethin’.
Found a heads-up penny and a four-leaf charm.
I must be doin’ somethin’ right.
I view these omens with the suspicion
That the joy I’m wishin’ for is here to stay.
Amazin’ grace is shinin’ down on me.
I must be doin’ somethin’.
Hearin’ Mozart in a bluebird symphony.
I must be doin’ somethin’ right.
At my birth, something happened up there...
into the wondrous constellations,
God Himself made them shine brighter
for this new born trascending life
into a destiny of greatness;
and my grateful smile deepened His delight!
Astrologers study the heavenly bodies:
stars, planets and the wondrous constellations
to predict the events of an individual's destiny...
from an ordinary one...to the most extraordinary;
fame is measured by a monetary value,
but greatness is a spirituality laid open to view!
Nowdays simplicity is looked upon with suspicion,
it seems a bit too spontaneous and impractical;
the modernist confounds it and confronts it,
treating it like an incurable disease of the outcast,
but no great man has ever been
ashamed of expressing it and propagating it!
We are building monuments of wonders,
and go far into the boundless Universe...
instead of undoing pain and disharmony,
curing the plagues that inflict this Humanity;
our society is too proud and arrogant...
nothing frightens us, and we still remain defiant!
If your fate favors you over the others,
who only can wish for such glorious moments
consumed in prosperity and greatness;
start cultivating the seeds of wisdom,
seeking out those truest friends living on the Earth...
to admire and share the wondrous constellations above!
CAMERA LAND
We are all celebrities in camera land! In hoods and hard hats, behind the wheel or borrowing “Click”
Beneath the scaffolding. Picking up dog ends in the park, running after midnight in the shadows; “Click”
Creeping in the small hours, pursuing the bus, taxi calling in the black fog - stabbed in the red mist, “Click”
Its 2am I’m digging in the garden, there’s suspicion spilling from a blind window! “Its potatoes”!“Click”
Tilting on the brink, canned in cider or inside her, balanced on a tall pole, or tent pole.. Flashed at 34MPH “Click Flash Click”
Sunday lunch in the well, watched damp gutter, observed from Sardis block “Click”
Mooning the lens, burning the protective glass, pictures of my ****, Should please;“Click”
The smile will be costly, looks like a ghost, on fire in the corner, on top of my lost wife with a knife, “Click”
Dripping in credit land, folding paper planes from county court judgements, “Click”
Linking with a landlord between the empty casks, up the back around the back, no one sees, “Click” What could possibly go wrong if you’re behaving in camera land. Never mind!“Click”
Dogging for the joy of it, click! It’s a big big tit, bending over the fence, joy to the vicar in the bell tower of dreams and dripping in unzipping trousers, “Click”
A man holds his breath on the bonnet on the avenger in green, and sinks to her knees under his knees “Click
Hands are moving quicker that a clock in the last days of the night, yes that’s him looks like a purvey, and bandy three legged “Click”
Holding lighter fuel, and sniffing, tipping it into the wallet the queen is watching, on fire but, always smiles “Click”
Just a little disc blue and with numbers, a beer mat would do in desperate times “Click”Guilty or guilty innocence, it’s priced the same on film, stacking up the odds of being clicked.
A buzz-saw wind
peppers a far horizon.
We hear the nails falling
from an impossible distance.
Damage will be done elsewhere;
instinct squeezes a grey glue
out of blind brains.
A razor-teethed storm
is coming.
We share this piddling dread
with puddle dancing sparrows,
they suspect,
we suspect,
a suspicion clouds all eyes.
Many are all thinking too much
making the sky edgy with thought.
Bundles of nerves
have brought us here
to listen to the engendered,
the endangered,
the ponderous tread of the
shuddersome.
It is then we know
that we are all Acts of God
in a ravening, infidel world.
Praying, praising, promising – powerful peace conquers every doubt or fear with this light that pours out over the spirit, easing every anxiety, reflecting all the love that brings us through fears and tears – into the joy found in His shadow. ~ by poet
Silent prayers bleed hope
Into the future, revealing the light
Promising us a way to cope
Amid the sorrow, on the darkest night
Inspirations, joy and peace
Whisper affection through the grief
Laughter will surely increase
Because He is worthy – He is relief
Creations bright, colors alive
Soaring through the moments, still
Enlightening the spirit – it will thrive
Breaking all barriers so faith will fulfill
Wonders awaken the sweet earth
Glorifying the Creator of truth and love
Reminding hearts to praise – He is worth
More than we can think or conceive of
Leave all the worry behind you, in the past
Let go of all the doubt and believe without
Ever distrusting – let the spirit’s loyalty outlast
All the suspicion, questions have been worn out
Feel the light of a new morning, sunlight praises
Stirring fires of creativity and imagination
Soothing all the anxiety with love that amazes
Quieting each reservation with joyful elation
Experience the music of God’s mirth
In the dance of leaves, the sigh of the breeze
Listen to the serenity, a heart’s new birth
His grace raining beauty – we’re on our knees
Praying – praising – pleading for His peace!
Raisin just stared at the chaos ahead
A kitten, confused as she sat there in dread
The world has gone mad, all the people have flipped
She glared at a window where blood and gore dripped
Folk wearing specs that have eyeballs on springs
Rubber bats hanging on elastic strings
Teeth that are pointed that vampires call fangs
A sycamore tree where a skeleton hangs
Raisin leapt back as a gremlin passed by
His mother ignoring the stake in her eye
Even our kitten was quite unconvinced
When someone approached with a brain that was minced
Green painted people with bolts through their necks
“Give us a treat or you’ll suffer a hex.”
Bedsheets with lights in and black holes for eyes
Sound effects belting out groans, sighs and cries
Raisin considered how humans survived
When all of this subterfuge is so contrived
Only a dog who might fall for it all
Might sit there and wait for his master to call
Pumpkins on doorsteps with faces carved in
A Skeleton’s arm hanging out of a bin
One man is walking though he should be dead
Because of the arrow stuck right through his head
Raisin rushed in through the cat flap and panted
“The humans have all gone bananas,” she ranted.
“The dominant species on Earth - it is said
Is out there pretending that they are all dead.”
Rum said, “Don’t panic, there’s nothing to fear,
Today is precisely two months till new year.
If Ronald Rat hadn’t said what that might mean
I wouldn’t have known that tonight’s Halloween.”
Raisin eyed Rum with suspicion and said,
“This three months of craziness fills me with dread,
For any time now, once again they will try
To send cardboard rockets up into the sky.
They’ll get tiny bombs and they’ll set them alight
And watch them explode in the chill of the night
It all says to me that they’re all round-the-bend.”
Then Rum said, “That’s not where the ‘crazy’ will end,
“For soon they’ll be wearing white beards and red suits
And walking on rooftops in black welly boots
But they won’t use ladders as you might suppose
But chimneys and reindeer and one big red nose.”
The door opened wide and their human stood there
Holding a fake severed head by its hair
And Rum rolled his eyes as he said with a laugh,
“Which is why dogs have owners, but we cats have staff.”