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I am not a famous person…in spite of when I was younger all the times I’d try
and now that I am older I’m content with being just an average guy.
Being average is a great way to go through life
because it comes with an optimistic point of view…
as being average has never stopped me…from doing the things I like to do.
I’m not a famous artist…my art, as my family laughs, has flaws
but that has never stopped me…because I love to draw.
I’m not a famous singer…some say my singing voice stings…
but that has never stopped me…because I love to sing.
I’m not a famous dancer…you can see that at first glance
but that has never stopped me…because I love to dance.
I’m not a famous poet…like Emily Dickinson or Shakespeare in their prime
but that has never stopped me…because I love to make words rhyme.
I am happy being average…I’ve no reason for dismay…
for I have many other blessings in my life…I can add up every day.
I have a family I adore… they seem to like me too…
and I know whatever the world throws at us..
we’ll be there to see each other through.
I have friends…I have my health…life is following a cheerful plan…
and though I am not famous outside of my family…I am a happy man.
So when it comes to drawing, singing, dancing and rhyming…
How easy it is for me to see…
with all the other blessing I’ve been gifted…
average…is good enough for me.
I don’t drink soda as a rule,
But when I’m sick, I’m not a fool –
I think of sick days as a kid
And do the things my mother did.
She served us soup and toast and tea
And baked potatoes, naturally,
And then, of course, was ginger ale,
A stomach balm that would not fail.
So that’s the diet I’ve imbibed,
Exactly as I’ve just described.
Yet here’s a fact that I found strange
About how ginger ale did change.
We had one old can – ordered more
And when they got here from the store,
The new ones tasted much less sweet,
The reason worth a quick repeat.
The older version said it had
140 calories – not bad.
The current cans have 1-3-0,
For sugar’s not the way to go.
The old one brought me to my youth.
The newer one, to tell the truth,
Just wasn’t worth it to my tongue –
Its praises I would not have sung.
So now I’ll stick to herbal tea
Or Gatorade until I see
That I am back and in the clear
To sip my coffee and my beer.
...The devil didn’t hide, he strutted right out,
a smile painted on his red face.
“Why my dear sheriff, how in the world
Did you ever find my new place?”
Abner stared on, seething with hate.
“An old friend told me to find you here,”
He explained, glancing up to the sky.
“You know why I’m here, you son-of-a-*****.
You made those poor people die.
And now has come your time!”
The devil he laughed, and shook his head.
“You think that Colt will take me down?
I’m a damned archangel, and well beyond
The people of this backwater town.
Now behave, and toss that on the ground.”
Abner lifted his arm, taking careful aim
at the devil’s broad, muscled, red chest.
The devil just sighed, and started forwards
“You should not put me to the test,”
The devil did smugly confess.
Abner squeezed back on the trigger,
And a shot rang out in the night.
The devil lurched backwards, screaming loud,
his hellish face a mask of fright.
He looked down, shocked at the sight.
A hole their awaited, the flesh dissolving
around where the bullet had hit.
He gasped and looked up at Abner,
saying,”No! No, I don’t believe it!”
Abner just smiled, then on him spit.
“Pride, its goes before a fall,
that you of all folks should know!
I talked to your Pa, and He answered true,
and showed me the best way to go
about laying your carcass low.”
“See into each bullet I carved a cross,
and in holy water I dipped the tips
Then old Priest Frazier blessed each one
Blessed my gun, and then gave lip
to the Big Guy to watch over my trip.”
The devil shrank back, eyes afire,
struggling to say on his feet.
Abner he fired five more times,
what the devil sowed he then reaped,
and fell to the ground in defeat.
His body dissolved into the snow,
His soul went screaming back to Hell.
Abner breathed a sigh, holstered the gun,
and stood their quiet for a spell.
They he walked out, heading down the hill.
Now some folks say the crash of ninety-three
was what drove folks from Aspen’s mines,
And ushered in the beginning
of the town’s long and sleepy times.
But the real story you will find
Is that the dark one roamed and destroyed
until an old cowboy took him apart,
And for decades to come he raged in Hell
about Abner Gidden, that damned upstart
who dared shoot the devil in the heart!
Compassion, thy blessings.
Within all three take root.
No use second-guessings.
Just give the end a toot.
Bitterness, thy blizzard.
Blight, blanket all you see.
Bane, gibbous thy gizzard.
Belladonna, be.
Blistering sun ray, fire it up!
Make it happen fast!
Goddess, covenant and cup!
Please be meant to last!
Yellow rose, thy desert storm.
Lightning, crash and burn.
Volcano, lava in form.
Tamarisk, taciturn.
Reincarnation, station.
Seance, ensconced. Trounced.
Lost souls red dead, creation.
How the ball has bounced.
Tale, never end. Fickle, friend?
They cannot defend.
Broken are those which ne'er bend?
To the devil send.
Ankle broken, mend? Quite slow.
Maybe not at all.
Guard of treasure, way to go?
Brother, I may call.
Hawk, thy eye. Run real reply.
Reconcile, rely.
Doubt, thy torment. Constant cry.
Wave, O tops of rye...
What is this philandering all about?
Every time I think about it I want to shout
The music is playing without an operator
And the car is driving without a driver
Reckless lives, drinking carelessly all night
And they are getting ready to start a fight
The evening is drawing nigh
heaven is communing with the sky
And here I am sitting in the drive way
Looking for a quiet place to stay
I just have this uneasy feeling
that keeps coming and going,
It is not a feeling of tiredness
It is not feeling of sadness;
And it is not a feeling of hopelessness
It is a feeling of longingness,
Bundled with a special gift of forgiveness
I want to share it and I want to declare it
The big round moon with its radiant light
is buried in the East
It spilling it’s light over the street
The coconut trees are standing tall above me
They are laden with coconut big and small
Its core is pregnant with juice
and they look very loose,
Barking dogs congregates in the street
Holding conference in the deep
And the grilling sound from the woodwork shop
is giving me the creep
They are giving it all what they have got
While they get ready for the final shot
They have to meet a bid quota based on the island's order
The tree stands breathless in the dark
And the wind rattles silently through them
offering some hope and consolation
The day has come and gone when
I should have walked on the lawn,
But still you did no come
And here I am still standing in the mud
My feet are hurting and my spirit is aching
I looked around for some consolation
But every day I face a new frustration
Waiting for what I really don’t know
Everyone wants to end this reality show
And find a different way to go
the city crowd is reduced
And everyone seems so confused
When your heart is heavy
and your mind is still
When the music stops playing,
and the cake is baked
I will disappear through the iron gate
I am waiting
Shine Your light down
On our souls, our dreams
Show us the way to go
To the right or left?
North or south?
During day or night?
Shine Your light down
Across our spirits
Reflect Your beauty
On our hearts, our love
Share Your joy,
Allow us to bring You
Glory upon glory
Raise Your hand
And bless us, dear Lord
Bless our lives with inspiration
Insight into the love
That pours out from above
Caressing our lives
With wonder upon wonder
A music that is alive
With serenity and soothing
Notes of praise, a psalm
A prayer for grace
Shine Your light down
Sweet Jesus,
Glow upon our soul
Pour your elation out across
Our life, relieving strife
Coloring the moments
In hues of mercy and hope
Wisdom that comes alive
Shines brighter than the sun
Heavy with its delight
Its radiant flame so bright
It erases every shadow
Of pain and sadness
Promises to bring happiness
That will never fade
Pour out your blessings,
Dear God, dear Father
Pour them down like rain
Soothing away the darkness
And caressing the soul
With Your unending grace
Bless us, sweet Lord
And assure our souls
That Your love will
Never grow old
We praise You, dear Lord
You are the One we will always adore!
God is a trinity, His Breath is our Life, The Father the Son and the Holy Ghost,
we are the only things that breathe the Breath of Life filled with His Spirit to the Uttermost.
Thoughts of children made Gods Heart Happy,
Moved by that feeling His heart seen us right then!
from the thoughts feeling's and emotion's with loving care He reached down and begin.
By His Thought's Feeling's and emotions
See the Truth His Spirit shows,
we were created in the image His Heart seen True, in a parent's heart a child truly grows.
So that makes us 3 part's God His thought His feeling His emotion that is what we Truly are you and me,
so much like God yet Blind to the Truth
we're a trinity as one all 3 must agree.
Adam and Eve died because of knowledge, God's children are destroyed for
the lack of knowledge today,
so now you see where we've been deceived, Gods children need to wake up, step up kneel down and Truly pray.
Seek the knowledge God set forth which with time words has been changed and hidden So Gods children don't grow,
you need no man teach you for the spirit you received from the beginning will Guide you in the True way to go!
He gave us all a different way to perceive Him, yes in our very own way, you see,
BY HIS THOUGHT'S FEELING'S AND EMOTION'S- HE CREATED YOU AND ME...
Being explores
The cause becoming
In transcience here
Brief is our stay
On earthly shores
Where being explores
The way to go
In script unsure
Is mostly trial-and-error
Follow the heart
That seems to know
Just how and why
The answers come
In unsure steps
That reveal hindsight
So many questions
That come to light
In odd equations
Some seek to find
The unknown sea
Yet fail to be
True magic is found
As courage acts
To fact and form
Be unafraid
For fear casts a veil
Burst all illusions
Life yields to love
Surpass the mists
Go beyond fear
A deep dark cave
Protects the truth
From undiscerning fools
Illumination comes
With layers peeled
Life's like an onion
See that you see
Beyond all sensing
Truth waits for you
Recognize your gifts
Use well your talents
Reason why you're here
Each to a lifetime
Well worth living
God makes no mistakes
Being starts flow
Becoming now grows
Blessings here show
Seek the true light
That lights your way
Dare to be just you
Just like a flower
Bloom where you are
Live your best face
Leon Enriquez
21 November 2014
Singapore
The air feeds fire that burns from wood;
The earth yields wood that water grows;
The fire now sires steam from cold moods;
The water fields strength as fire shows!
Such is the ring that goes and comes;
Four elements or five with wood;
Nature now sings in timely sum;
Sure elements that fling all good.
Start at the edge and cover grounds;
See movement still in churn of waves;
Over the ledge as lost is found;
Time hurls goodwill in fool and knave.
The genius knows the way to go;
Feel thoughts that surge in hiatus here;
Ideas now glow with ebb and flow;
An intense urge to craft new spheres.
Round and round dear, world in mad swirl;
No time to stop lest we all fall down;
Fling faith and fear to greet each whirl;
Each soon must drop like fallen clowns.
The rush of will but there it seems,
A gentle pulse as stillness holds
The primal feel in a sure dream;
Falling impulse as things unfold.
Time after time in sequence hurls;
Yet time scatters in many waves;
Reason fails rhyme and time now swirls
Beyond mere matter to crash not save.
The moments meet beyond forfeit
In change and chance yet true to soul;
Bold surge to greet the incomplete,
Strange range that dance to know the whole.
The moment's loss within the gloom
Of broken lines where rhyme fails rhyme;
Where dust flings floss in empty room
And moisture brines time beyond time.
Go beyond things as matter minds
The deep deep dark where no light goes;
And yet this fling and plunge in kind
Is just that spark to know fond flow.
Space and time here a mere construct
Of a motif once eternal;
In surreal peer, in sure destruct
For time's a thief that kills mortal.
Leon Enriquez
07 Apr 2014
Singapore
The farmer thought out his plan
How he would prepare his land
He knew the seasons to come
And how to prepare for each
For his son he began to teach
How all thing sprout from this seed
And to protect it from this weed
For, if the weeds hover around
It blocks the sunlight for it to grow
Therefore, can not produce or show
Not knowing which way to go
But if you take away its weeds
It grows toward the sunlight
Standing strong and producing many
He says now son
We will give them water
For they shall absorb and stand firm
Growing above others for all to see
We shall plant them in
the most nourished soil
Providing a solid foundation
Not to blow over
As the storms come
Looking after their every need
For their shall be many for us to feed