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When you get to stand
On the outside of the circle
Do you like what you see around you?
How you react to life
How you react to the challenges thrown at you
Do you feel guilty about your actions?
How you handled a particular situation
Do you sometimes wish you could do it over?
When that hits you,
You can feel at ease with who you are
Because you still have a conscience
Unlike others who go through life
Hurting people,
Those who walk all over others
‘Cause they not in agreement with their needs
In life we tend to forget
That being human involves compassion
Humanity means to show that you actually care
Especially when no one is around to praise you
For all the unseen extra you do
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"all that I am"
what you see is all that I am
living life in a world unknown
unknown to you and the unseen
such diamonds in the sky
such rainbowed bubbles that float
float always in a world for me
I'm a butterfly of a different color
a colored pearl veiling shades of pink
perhaps you somehow can't see
when you find the truth and life
a life that belongs and stands tall
you will then finally see all that I am
SkyWatcher - 05-05-17
note
any and all repetition is intentional
this expression is for the art of poetry
My brother, this life is deep!
Sometimes I laugh when you see me
And sometimes I smile at you
Sometimes I sing when you see me
And sometimes I dance
My brother, it's not what you see
Sometimes I gnash my teeth when you see me
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I celebrate
And sometimes I mourn
Sometimes I shake my head
And sometimes I mumble words
My brother, it's not what you see
Sometimes we break kolanut when you see me
And sometimes we drink burukutu, inhale tobacco
Sometimes I am happy when you see me
Sometimes I am sad
But,
It's not what you think
Sometimes we watch the sky smile at us
With endless sunshine
And sometimes we watch it cry
Unconsolably with rain
Sometimes you see me dazzle and shazzle
Sometimes I see your muggles and struggles
Sometimes you see my gun
And sometimes I smell your bile, blood
My brother,
It's not what you see
Sometimes you see the pain in my eyes
Sometimes I picture and capture your sorrows, sadness
Sometimes we dream together
And sometimes we visualize it as is
But,
It's not what you see
Sometimes we watch the sun rise together
And sometimes nightfall
Sometimes we sit by the fireplace,
Watch the moon, stars,
Wake-up, play catch-up,
Brake-up and snuggle-up;
Children play moonlight games
Sometimes amid blaring sun,
We wallow in fawning doldrums,
Decadence, delirium and darkness
Sometimes I tell you my story
And oftentimes you reel out your sorrows, invocations
But, it's not what you think, see or believe
My brother, this life is deep!
Manila the Imperial City of the Philippines
It is like a mirror reflecting itself
What you see in Manila is you see the Philippines
There you see high rise glass building
The modern mask of modernity
You see commercial establishment
The breathtaking Mall of Asia
The century old China town is here
Manila is different for me
I see Manila the old walled city
I smell the fresh noodles of Ongpin
I still see the largest Rizal park along the bay
I still witness tourist attraction horse drawn calesa
I still like the hopia of Binondo
The age-old long line stalls of pawnshops along Escolta
Maybe the skyscrapers are the other version book of Manila
And the places I went in is the old version of Manila
Though the city changes, I still like the old version
Which version you are in
It's up to you for your choosing
My memory of Manila is eternal
Not to forget the Binondo Bridge whose ancient
Now being constructed modestly
This is the past and the future
Common denominator of history.
Breathe
I mean REALLY breathe
and let the breath out verrrrrrrrrrrrry slowly
and then
imagine you can touch those azure skies that
are as wide as your eyes can possibly see
then look to the earth and see the smallest of her creatures
going about their daily business
see breathtaking symmetry in what you see
and know that you are an intregal part of all this.
Be
I mean REALLY BE
in this place in this moment in this time
and then notice how things are for you
there is no past
there is no future
there is simply now
and for me
living in the now is always a challenge
and a very different change of place to be.
Form:
I watched you grow up
Playing from pillar to post
You were just a very little girl
I was a social lad
But now a gentle man
Am not a very little boy
I have seen what you see
And heard what you hear
You are just a little girl
I have my eyes in the sky
My ears to the ground
Am not a little boy
I have been were you are
And known what you know
You are just mummy's little girl
I have made my mistakes
And I try to amend
Am not mummy's little boy
I know what you want
And how you feel
You are just daddy's little girl
I will lead you aright
And be by your side
Am not daddy's little boy
Born at 5:55,
It's the time I came alive,
I strive everyday to change,
Rearrange the way I see,
Each day is new to me,
Spiraling through eternity,
I was born to transform reality,
555 means change was meant to be,
Reminding me daily to strive,
Thrive within the unknown,
I've grown into what you see,
A tree of possibility,
Setting you free from the guilt,
Built into the program,
I am the change I want to see,
Living truthfully,
Fully embracing,
Each day I am facing,
Racing the clock,
Blocked by my old beliefs,
Relief is coming,
While you're becoming chief,
No thief can steal,
What you believe to be real,
Feel your way through,
You don't need to survive,
You were born to be alive,
Let 555 remind you,
You're the one who drives.
Truth wears a face so full of grace,
Love fills all space with precious trace.
Joy funds good cheer where hope sculpts clear,
Faith loves right here as beauty steers.
Blessings now fill the willing will,
Seize happy thrills as wise words heal.
Be what you see in moments free,
Know you can be free as you see.
Know simple show of glow that shows,
Feel how thought grows a lovely flow.
The journey here begins with cheer,
Sculpt then wise seer the message clear.
Do or do not with message plot,
Love your sure lot with gains you slot.
Leon Enriquez
30 December 2015
Singapore
I saw you looking in the mirror again today
You can’t seem to go past one
Without taking a second glance
Your own image seems to impress you
As if you were really in love
With the one staring back at you
You never seem to notice me
Watching you as you pass the mirror
And you seem almost a narcissist to me
Who only sees how you prance and primp
Staring long and hard at your appearance
I don’t believe I’ve ever seen
Another look so long or endearingly
Into that looking glass where we all see
Ourselves staring back at us
Could it only be me or are you actually
In love with what you see
Looking back from your reflection
And it is a little troubling to me
When I see you speak to yourself
Long moans of yearning
Puppy, I know you long to believe
That puppy in the mirror
Is your brother or sister!
Ah, the con a tried and true dastardly, debased,
debacle to test the metal of man.
A contextual contrib to the categorization
for rat-ICK-al political fans.
Simply put, the contest is not for the faint of heart.
Testing the spine of the spineless
demi-gods of media-o-craSS-y against each other
often produces hilarious outcomes, balloons full of
hot air which rise, sinkers like submarines
A-bombs which ann-I-oH-late beating the literal
pants of of pre-despotic predators!
Ah, the con a tried and true dastardly, debased,
debacle to test the metal of man.
A confab of convicts crashing the party of humanity
for their own con-test, loot-seekers all.
Blue ribbon, hollow trophy-seeking, baby kissers.
Even the best of these deep thinkers seldom
produce products which do more
than a-GRAND-Ize themselves.
Hitler con-tested the right to breath of the non
Aryan races...now that's surely contestable?
Kings and demagogue contest the human rights
of man daily, throwing female babies out with the trash.
So in an effort to auto adjust this neolith-ICK behavior
I vote we go sans test!
*There are no spelling errors here
what you see is poetic license.