Pixels in the mist
Morph into images.
White noise my brain
Cannot leave alone.
You are so clear.
After all these years
Your image is there.
Legs going on for ever,
Hair shiny and bright,
Eyes promising bliss.
But I cannot touch
Or feel your flesh.
I am just forever
tormented by the pixels
Of your lovely phantom.
© Griffonner 2023
A photograph may look cute,
And lead us to prosecute,
But if you want my advice,
Literacy to the truth will help us advance,
With questions to entice
Us to read between the lines,
And look between the pixels.
If we want productivity to rise,
We cannot look at a picture and surmise.
If we want productivity to rise,
Only literacy will make us wise,
To the time we are wasting,
With all the pictures we are pasting,
With no room for words that should be informing.
Soul envisioning
Typing up a few pixels
Crafting tiny art
pixels of rain caught
enmeshed in a window screen -
stormy reflections
Jesus became the life within a sea of dead pixels
The programmers believed it was just a glitch
Because they could not fathom life returning
For it ripped apart the code of the cosmos
The awakening was no simulation or virus
It was the unveiling of intro and credits
The start-up and switching off of all things
Jesus became the life returned and what life brings
Look what you have done to me
ripped a hole where my heart used to be
watched as my tears fell into the sea
no one will notice whats a few tears in an ocean
words tumble of your lips
causing a landslide of my emotions
oh to be loved for just one more day
but now your a seldom visited profile
on an often visited facebook page
who would have thought
the one i loved is just a bunch of unloved pixels
on my facebook page.
Wear wit and pun as pictures surge,
Ply fit and fun where feelings merge.
Come let us go where silence dwells,
Sum up the flow as ambience tells.
Opt for wise feel that knows the best,
Will follows thrill when touch seeds zest.
Work then the way where tact firms act,
Word style and say that spins the fact.
Leon Enriquez
26 August 2015
Singapore
Games between Earth and another space world
But it’s Level 2 through 5 in swirl
Various games testing your ability to win
‘It’s all levels calling the stops at the very end
The wrong Earth message sent to unknown space
It’s the Earth from the outer world of space who wants to erase
It’s the video games of commerce and the Earth responding in defense
Strategy with a theory of game perfection
Knowledge with the power in how one will win
It’s was all the past thinking comprising from then
Level’s up and talent of one’s hands
Video movement and watching with keen control commands
Making elevating scores being a caravan
Earth being on an objective move
The other world with wizardry in fool on the top of being cruel
Professional video game players becoming their own challenge in saving the world
The outer world being defeated and their resources depleted
A delete on the outer world terms
Think positive in knowing you have achieved and the welcomed honor to proceed
Video games being one’s pure success, but those who can conquer are the masters who are the best.
Your words travel the globe
machine to device,
wire to line.
Captured I am in adoration.
The syllables stand bare,
without shame or embarrassment,
perfection in form and verse.
Lustfully, I dwell on your arrangements.
But I am not satisfied!
Pixels do not quench my desires.
I need your aroma to pleasure me,
and to commingle our unique essence.
The euphoria of our first intense touch
will return us to virgin purity.
Standards will fall.
Barriers broken.
I will risk the darkest prison.
No! The most permanent Hell!
and all my treasure I will trade,
to spend one blissful night with you.
If I die before meeting you,
injustice will lodge in your heart.
I will have loved only your words,
naked pixels of enduring transcendence.
Will word reach me if your life ends?
Your tender poems will cease.
I will spend years combing the earth
looking for the ashes left from your golden temple.