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Early on from playful days, we can
Saddle up and pursue the sky.
Leaving bonds chained beneath gravity,
To follow along and fly.
A novel freedom can be felt throughout,
The momentum that is built.
As a creative arc reaches forward,
Kicking heels without guilt.
There's a pendulum-like mimicry,
Piercing through this space & time.
As consistent to the movement,
With little reason or rhyme.
Whether tangents can be drawn,
By the flight or its release.
Pure joy will often reward,
As laughter seen to increase.
Now while some may view this journey,
As going nowhere, awfully fast.
I might argue this path gives reflection,
To both a future and a past.
I'm witnessed
and I feel that I can hope
but I disappear again
into infinite constellations
that don't contain me
to risk just being
an ever reaching hand
in an endless fall
can there be meaning in flux
if time cannot be stopped
and I cannot be stilled
there are all ways and none ~
a cascade of push, pull and feeling
an ache that resolves itself
I am absolved
so easily in tangents
so dramatically in execution
but painfully
devolved of awareness
undone almost too far
concern for that state
the solo undoing
until once again
I cry out in the darkness
needing to be someone else's vision
wanting not reflection
but anothers lens
it is but a sedative
and my brain and blood
the very air
is muddled by it
my wish to be shaped
preventing form
being moved
creating stagnation
everything exists
beneath entrapped screams
I can absorb yet be weightless
conditioning
be cast off
there is nothing
at the heart
of vastness
let me be the space
in-between ripped seams
a free flowing breath
that returns to a lung
to expand, contract
travels outwards
never retreats
I am once again ~
when I admit
unburdened awakening
lessons not from man
but from the wilderness
empty and erase me
inevitable persistence
my only container
all this
in the time
that I am allowed
Riddle me this
How is it that one loses their soulmate?
I mean, from across the universe
You unite
Amid all the signs of auspicious coincidence
And then after years of making such union
Familiar, known but ultimately mundane
You just as unexpectedly part.
Is it a cruel mistake
Or the fortuitous unfolding of one’s twisted fate?
Such is life with its volumes and chapters
Full of stories
Each one complicated by myriad tangents
As each character interacts
Their own paths expanding and entangling
In labyrinths
Layer upon layer
A tangled web of blue.
And so we meet in recognition
And then part, to go where on our individual ways?
Some things are just not for us to know,
But what can be known, as time continues
Is that the ties that bind
Are never ever really loosed.
And in this there is solace and continuity
Of souls forever mated and bound
Despite our twisted fates
Until next our labyrinthine ways connect.
Life goes on, after all, forever and forever
Within us and without us.
(11/2/24)
Look into my eyes
Tell me what you see
A cavernous emptiness
A rolling sea
A flicker of light
Like somebody's home
Or a sign that says,
“My owner has flown”
“To parts unknown
Been gone for a while
Trust he'll be back soon
Am losing my smile”
There are no guarantees
It's a roll of the dice
Will keep you posted
Send luck that'd be nice
Hang on I think there's
A glimmer of hope
Just heard a grunt
Deep down my throat
I did, I'm coming
Outta my fog
So I guess I'll be fine
Been given the nod
Now that was silly
A humble explanation
Go off on these tangents
My wild imagination
Line of inquiry- 'have we repaid all debts of love'
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As my life is a God given gift,
I should cherish it as best as I can.
There is so much to do within a life span
But very little time remains,
As I am at the last lap of my race.
By word or deed if I have hurt someone,
I should ask forgiveness, before my days end.
Let love take precedence when hate surrounds;
Let my heart be filled with compassion.
Let tolerance bring grace when I feel hostile.
Let me not get caught in life’s swirling currents
I should keep a grateful heart for all the simple joys of life,
For all the treasured moments given by others,
For the love lavished on me by my parents and dear ones.
I should ask now and then if I have repaid all my debts
Through acts of caring and love, in return for what I got.
When autumn has set in, I am reminded of life’s fragility.
Like falling leaves, when we drop off from life,
Mother earth claims our bodies as hers.
Living, breathing and loving is just a onetime boon.
So, I must make the most of my life in the best way possible.
I must find time to look around to appreciate the beauty,
Which God has graciously strewn all around us.
Find time to meet friends, for they add to life’s luster.
Lend a helping hand or flash a smile at those-
Deserted in life and feeling weighed down.
As the race winds down and the final turn is in sight,
My life, I realize is not one to be squandered,
In aimless pursuits or just for hoarding riches,
But to share, laugh and enjoy with my fellow men.
As my torso withers and my yawns become weaker,
When the Grim Reaper prowls at the door, let me welcome him,
Not in dread but in cheer, contented as having repaid my debts
As best as I can and on waking up from a prolonged sleep,
Enter a blessed realm beyond the tangents of space and time.
On Devil’s Night
There once was a devil queen on Whispering Lane
Mean and cunning her crew driven insane
For millenniums hurling malice
Content in her palace
Casting a malevolent muse throughout her reign
The King no longer amused by sonnets that shame
Concoction’s of besmirchment tangents that defame
He sends for his men
Calls out to them
bring me an enchanted quill before the sunrise flame
On Devil’s Night…
Along trails a fairy ascends with cascading red hair
Whilst devil queen sleeps inside her musky lair
Dreams of incantations
linking locution associations
Hater of poetry that allures not hers drives despair
As the fairy sings with an angel's voice
The King listens he has made his choice
Let it be so my loyal Jester
the fairy you‘ll sequester
The zealous Jester lures to come rejoice!
The jealous devil queen a tedious word crafter
Responsible for cancelling laughter
Now casts her spell
expelling the fairy to hell
It’s there she sings her happily ever afters
You see she was in a realm from hell, and not even a spell could save her.
The new reign of elect it is when she’s saved, and the devil queen will finally reflect. Denouncing her kingdom and foreboding.
Keep Fairys free! To express their poetic revery
Only one life to live?
The best you can do, then, is to give.
Of your time and your love.
Who knows when we will be called to God above?
We can go off on tangents and rave,
That we know more than Christ who gave.
It’s just how lost we are!
We believe in Solar power far more!
In this generation, truth is only online?
In God, most simply do not abide.
This is only my point of view.
But for this, I may be eschewed.
Part of the atheist Cancel Culture, I am not.
Iin this universe, I am but a small dot.
Nothing big, hardly impressive!
But I am clear, who God is,I do not dismiss Him!
12/29/2021
Life spins on a carousel of shadows and stars,
A mystic ball that clothes us in dance steps, with them.
The tango of fate steals us into its hazy whirl,
And each step becomes a heated battle, ablaze.
When the world spins a thread too thin, too mundane,
Cha-cha awakens our senses, an astral spice.
I fly to work in a daily hustle, muted,
Through the foxtrot of the hour I feel the moments bow.
We glide home in the free, tumultuous jitterbug,
For there hides the meaning, in the hokey-pokey sacrosanct.
On tranquil days, we waltz lightly, the moon caught us in play,
It spins us round and round in its fortunate cosmos.
In a circle we live, we spin destinies, we align tangents,
When the dream deepens, with others our steps cross.
Life is an unknown dance, in steps of azure embroidered,
From quadrille to minuet, in mystery it is clothed.
To the rhythm of the soul, I listen, let the light pulse,
And my steps in its wake, through night, to dance.
There's an endless cycle of living,
Where it's not always good or all bad.
It's constantly circling around taking and giving,
Seemingly lost, like a chaotic nomad.
While surviving along the two-dimensional plane,
Appearing to obediently follow only that of time.
One can only search about aimlessly,
For some reason to an obtuse rhyme.
However blind, there is a direction, that
Leads to an unforgiving cause and effect.
When the sums may become insurmountable,
No matter the levels of disrespect.
Yet beyond this flat, geometric reasoning,
Alternatives are seen, not from a circle, but a sphere.
As a multitude of tangents take new form,
Bringing new hope, along with old fear.
This revolution seeks to close its own circle,
Though its path will be curvilinear in its quest.
Since its journey may evolve with new experience,
Allowing for growth in the universal test.
Fruit smoothies
Peculiar notions;
Forget-me-not
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Mimosa carpet
On the grass verge;
Violet orbs greet
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Floral bouquet
A lover's gift;
Joy escalates
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Odes and sonnets
Words in-sync;
What's the occasion?
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Date with fate
Don't be late;
A full plate
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April intervenes
Abrupt endings;
Motley stuff
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Old lovers here
Vintage furniture;
Clumsy clutter
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Those sad eyes
Staring at me;
Lost for words
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Old sepia prints
Time mellows stains;
Ancient memories
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Nightfall cicadas
Creepy cacophony;
Frogs croaking
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Sums and tangents
Spreadsheet items;
Profit-and-Loss
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Spring serenades
Cherry blossoms flaunt;
Mystic magic moments
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Leon Enriquez
30 April 2015
Singapore