The need to write never ends.
Just destroys the dragonfly as it flies away.
Just eats things that are made of crust.
Just tampers with the string that holds your eyeballs in.
The need to write is wonderful.
A nice feeling of swishing.
Like a pond with nothing but algae and weird bubbles.
Making deep popping sounds.
The need to write is soaking through.
Not unlike a fountain’s spray.
On top of a bench that can’t do anything, go anywhere.
There is nothing better than…
The need to write.
The grimacing faces of words.
Which are tactile sometimes.
Tapping against me.
I don’t need to write.
At 4:00 am.
I can ponder and consider wandering into a swamp.
And not write the whole time.
Or I could write a few words.
Which makes me as strong as roadkill.
Gets run over with sentences again.
For fun.
The need to write never ends.
Does it?
Ugly jerk mouth tampers in others affairs black heart white Zionist
Trump Tosa and his musky rat
Top buddies - (we’ll see about that)
Trump’s proved he’s not quitter
Counting votes from X (twitter)
Next Potus should be Democrat!
Con Trumpster has fallen from grace
He’s pleading “Launch me in to space”
Send me off to Mars
I’ll escape prison bars
And Musk Rat has a smile on his face!
Soon spaceman Trumpy’s in a rocket
‘Pal’ Elon tampers with a sprocket
What Trumpy doesn’t know
He on a one way show
The ‘return’ button’s in musk rat’s pocket!
But sadly, this poem’s a dream
Trumps got ‘Musky Rat’ on his team
The earth is in crisis
These guys roll the dices
I’m sorry for letting off steam!
She's nervous, she's scared,
Anxiety, tampers with her head.
Friendless and lonely 'cause no one really cares.
Secrets she's keeping, burying in her mind,
Creeps out and haunts her every single time.
Happy, laughing, helping so much souls,
She's hiding, crying and no one even knows.
Her family are bullies, pushing her down,
No one to turn to, she's all on her own.
The mask is breaking, she's falling apart,
But there she's smiling with a shattered heart.
Negativity surrounds her, stealing her away,
She's lost hope in humanity in every possible way.
At night she wakes, to protect herself
From any danger towards her health.
Drugs forcing its way to her stomach,
Leaving her with minor discomfort.
She wants to have a normal life
Just to be treated like any other child.
But the world is unfair and she's its victim
She's officially at rock bottom.
Gluggy margarine marine grips keels
Apex sun spreads sickly circle of lard
Plugged lungs, gust momentum marred
Strait elongates co-ordinate, pace killed
Gliding knife grease fixed current kestrels
Impotent motor pendulums drowsy matelot
Vacating tranquillity served seas slow
Exoteric tampers spatula flat vapid vessel
Crusading armada cruise aquatic canyon
Rigid crucifix mast meanders evangelical
Illusive land sinks split quills, sodalite inkwell
Top-gallant swallowed, whale snack plankton
Inert surrender line honours, hundred strong
Quelled by existence Earth centric
Universe of solar centre offensive
Encourages complacent latent symposium
Rigging ties tradition to methods regaled
Order drifts on brittle fine line filament
Oceanic only planet confirms familiar
Moribund remains phobic, slick oil sailed
18th February
Fear of Anarchy
GAPS GIVE CRITIQUE ROOM
Floating by
Streams of pure fest
As wit prunes jest
As words spy
Simple say
As dreams now play
In odd strange ways
Tease this day
Buoyant stuff
Stop in brief browse
Touch does arouse
Just enough
Seizure light
Tampers stray fit
Watch how lost bits
Glimpse of wit
Venture thus
Heart knows the way
Soul grooms each play
Ere sad dust
Leon Enriquez
11 September 2019
Singapore
Drabby Friday is quickly approaching,
steady raindrops are unwelcoming;
more cheerless than a fluttering robin
finding refuge in the cathedral's spires
that cannot reach the swollen clouds,
I trod the wet cobbled streets of London!
The heavy tread of my booths
is not heard as they hit paddles,
they squish if they had holes;
not distant from me, a birch tree
has fallen showing its dirty roots...
in its branches buzzed the Honeybee!
A harmonious sky incites joy,
ever notice the boredom of a boy?
I feel the same sadness he feels...
when he won't smile at ladies
resembling models on high heels,
and the drabness of a rainy Friday stays...
until rain tampers off and shows sunrays!
Written on 2/23/2018
See the thick rain falling from the invisible clouds,
lose yourself in its rhythmical and pelting sounds:
open wide your palms: its a gift from Heaven...
that gift you never asked since you were born!
Hear it beating hard on your window as you sleep,
hug a soft pillow and dream of a rainbow to come;
by bright morning, each rose awakening will weep:
pick any color you think it's beautiful and awesome!
Lonely dreamer, drift on currents of scented breeze going past
wild meadows and daffodils fields yellower than spring sunshine...
while hills below greener than grass, wave like willows in a tempest;
rain slowly tampers off, showing patches of blue : its finally sunrise!
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