I dread that day of pain.
I dread that fated day.
The heavens cried in pain.
The heavens wept in grief.
The people cried in tears.
The people cried in regret.
They all muttered together.
They all echoed together.
"This one was quiet promising, at last gone".
This one was quiet purposeful at last no more.
He was tall and slim.
He was bold and strong.
But fell to his own might.
But fell to his own depth.
Thus a man feared in Rome.
Thus a man reveared in Greece.
A man whose wisdom Babylon sought.
A man whose wisdom built persia.
Failed to see wisdom.
Failed to see reason.
He journey's this day a land of no return.
A battle lost from the unset.
But wait I hear screaming in the East.
I hear running in the West.
They all say he who was dead.
They all say has been reborn
The symbol of his existence rests on a child.
That fated scar.
To all who have ears.
To all who hear I tell this tale of "The Death and Rebirth".
There are times when I look back and wonder.
Did I ever do anything right
Seems a never ending problem
Born to party not to fight
Eloquent but never elegant
Brash and bold
Looking for warmth in the night
Too often found only cold
Couldn’t see reason
Couldn’t be told
Some places wish I had never gone
There were some I wish I had stayed
In the agony I cursed the world
Then dropped to my knees and prayed
Travelled a lot where the sun never rose
Always on the wrong side of the track
No matter what seems, I always was blessed
Did an angel have my back.
A never ending battle
Between what was wrong and what was right
Decisions made
By the devil swayed
Can’t win the war if you lose the fight
Do you change the things the did so well
Or change directions in mid stream
On a course headed straight for hell
Turn around and follow the beam
Trying to do a one eighty turn
But the helm is so rusty now
Look at the stars and ask for help
You know where but you don’t know how
You need to go up against the current
It is slowing down your pace
It will be well worth the effort
To dock your boat in a better place.
I know now that im older and have experience in matters of the heart
No matter what your head insists, it will want the opposite of smart
You will not be able to make it see reason or dissuade it from its desire
It will only beat in the flames of its own raging fire
It will jump and dance around if left to have its own way
But deprive it and it will soon start to decay
Such a fickle organ with which we carelessly give out
Trusting someone else with its care no doubt
After that so many things can happen or come about
It all depends on their choices and planned route
I feel like it’s a dangerous game we play to entrust
With all the confusion like is it love or is it lust?
How can we leave it up to chance?
Something as important as romance
When it decides its going to rise above
All the way full fledged love
Its over with and done now you can only wait
To see what comes of it, what is your fate?
Will it grow strong and become one for goodness sake?
Or will it take a brutal blow, shatter and break?
If only you could guide it with logic and rational thought from your brain
Maybe then love would make sence, instead it is labled insane.
I know now that im older and have experience in matters of the heart
No matter what your head insists, it will want the opposite of smart
You will not be able to make it see reason or dissuade it from its desire
It will only beat in the flames of its own raging fire
It will jump and dance around if left to have its own way
But deprive it and it will soon start to decay
Such a fickle organ with which we carelessly give out
Trusting someone else with its care no doubt
After that so many things can happen or come about
It all depends on their choices and planned route
I feel like it’s a dangerous game we play to entrust
With all the confusion like is it love or is it lust?
How can we leave it up to chance?
Something as important as romance
When it decides its going to rise above
All the way full fledged love
Its over with and done now you can only wait
To see what comes of it, what is your fate?
Will it grow strong and become one for goodness sake?
Or will it take a brutal blow, shatter and break?
If only you could guide it with logic and rational thought from your brain
Maybe then love would make sence, instead it is labled insane.
they are most likely to exploit
they are most likely to cause tensions
they speak ill of him
they wish not to be happy
that they continue to divide their loyalties
against him.
then those they wishes he'd favor
would be his enemy to undermine his
love aspirations
they applaud their successes so that
he will be unraveled and
less likely to see reason to
love again
his tomorrow's are the subjects
of their togetherness
that they see profit in keeping him single
they create complications with barriers
they refuse to see that his happiness is the key to
his ambition
even him calm is words to speak
that they act like witches
and are sorceresses who are mean
and unkind
rank him low
and his mind will be less likely to seek relationships
and he will not aspire above his rank as person
kind the smiles of witches
the frown of men do tell
his anger and frustration
speaks of his eagerness
to a world were woman hast
madest unkind
they value his wealth with his work-keyness
that the sources of his labors
are cashed to spend
they refuse to see that other are watching them
and the trapps and plans they make
will be turn straight back at them
I am a teacher
Eager beaver
Full of beans
I build bridges
And burn the candle at both ends
I am a teacher
Cap in hand
Full of the milk of human kindness
I fight tooth and nail
To make my pupils see reason
I am a teacher
As hard as nails
Face like thunder
I resent cheap shots
And the breaking of every rule in the book
I am a teacher
With a carrot and a stick
I bring my pupils to heel
I reward who reach for the moon
I clip pupils’ wings
If they go far and off the rails
I am a teacher
Not a mouse potato
And not behind the times either
I am all ears
I bare my soul to my pupils
I make them explore all avenues
And go the extra mile
I am a teacher
I have my heart set on giving
It is a long row to hoe
I will make headway
Pull out all the stops
And hang in there
That’s what I have on the brain.
December 17th, 2015
He never really thought about it nor did he see reason to care
Life was about true grit and he knew damn sure it wasn't fair
As he had made it this far and never needed anybody's hand
He didn't just wish upon a star but everything he had planned
As he was driving along, he suddenly jammed on the brakes
Something had went wrong and really that is all it ever takes
It was a really horrible scene and he almost didn't survive
He thought the light was green, this on just a simple drive
When the man did finally awake it was a very slow process
Let there be no mistake many issues he had time to address
See the man had clinically died as the doctors tried to revive
As once again they tried, but that is not why today he is alive
He won't talk about his own story but today he's very different
About seeing some Glory, I don't even know what he even meant
He"s not the way he used to be, no he's just not the same guy
But now he is actually nice to me so who am I to ask him why
Calm and candid in sagely guise,
A free man bold who paid truth's price;
Name forged vivid among the wise,
Did query cold, clear thought surprise;
Instruct the wit as questions hurl,
Demand the truth as logic frames.
See reason fit what thinking swirls,
Obsess clear proof beyond mind games;
Choice dares forfeit all without fear,
Reach a sure feel for love of truth;
Ask blind conceit to answer here,
Trust instinct feel with solid groove;
Escape not then what conflicts trace,
Sense surely when fate confronts face.
Leon Enriquez
29 April 2015
Singapore
my destiny I have to resume
my purpose or so I presume
all doubt I have to exhume
responsibility I have to assume
its really never too late
or maybe it’s just fate
only God gives a clean slate
even when we have lots on our plate
people so particular about dates
all this time they use to hate
showing no pity even to sister kate
with perdition as their right-hand mate
I dream of a season
When I’ll finally see reason
The cause and need for all this treason
In a world where all trust is dead
Judgement day lies in wait like a bed
Unto lies we are lead
Into the abyss of uncertainty we’re spread
Sometimes I think I need a breather
I just can’t take it
Hook, line and sinker
There is so much at stake
See how they tinker
Or dignity they finger
Our death-beds they make
Their lies flow forth like a lake
While in suffering we sleep and wake
It’s time we opened our mouth to talk
And oh, they’re gonna hear it all in bulk
My words are gonna hit them like the hulk
I’m so tired of sitting to sulk
In any event that I lose my life
At last I’ll escape for all this strife.
No more pain; no more death
Able to relax and take a breath!
Go to college; all is well
Sure does beat a living hell!
Able to witness and help due to pain
That is where I see the most gain!
Brain no longer cooked and fried
Can see reason Jesus died!
Laughter brightens the face
Laughter gladdens the heart
It sure does lightens the mood
It sure does enlightens the spirit.
some delight in making others laugh
Some delight in holding others laughter
Others create avenue for people to laugh
Others always see reason to laugh.
People may seize the opportunity of your laughter
People may create seizure for your laughter
They may really laugh at you sometimes
They may really laugh at you all the time.
Be happy for your season shall surely come
When it is time for your laughter it shall come
Rejoice for your time of laughter shall come
When your laugh comes last you laugh the best.
Laughter brightens the face
Laughter gladdens the heart
It sure does lightens the mood
It sure does enlightens the spirit.
some delight in making others laugh
Some delight in holding others laughter
Others create avenue for people to laugh
Others always see reason to laugh.
People may seize the opportunity of your laughter
People may create seizure for your laughter
They may really laugh at you sometimes
They may really laugh at you all the time.
Be happy for your season shall surely come
When it is time for your laughter it shall come
Rejoice for your time of laughter shall come
When your laugh comes last you laugh the best.
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