The more I blow the far it goes
No direction, no aim it just blows far away
It dries but does not die
It paves a way to propagate new lives
It shines in sun so bright and bold
It will navigate its own sail in storm
When adult it mesmerizes the eyes
But when it gets old the glory still be held
It transits from sunny rays to starry lights
Sunny petals become ball of snow white
The wind takes it away far from your sight
You may think it has vanished
But my friend it sprouts somewhere else
You may drift away in the roller coaster of life
Without steering you will sail
Without compass you will navigate
But finally you will be at your destined place
he had lunch in Paraguay,
just a typical type of day,
then stepped through his portal
for dinner in Bombay.
it was an exciting type of life
with his mental time machine
sometimes he left a place
before he’d ever been.
he recorded these aberrations
deep down inside his head;
he knew the day her met himself
was the day he would be dead.
he glanced at himself in the mirror
with a wry sort of smile
then slipped through his portal
for breakfast by the nile.
Moon blue fantastic
above high mountains of dream
silver rays imitating ghosts
rapidly transits in front of me
my eyes fulfilled with enchantment
as images were caught to my hands
my unbalanced life transits
unbalanced with nostalgia
because of a woman whose
name is Julia...
A couple of ruins leave the cathedrals
nave and portico;
it is always molting season,
mice and beetles help
they nibble and gnaw,
wind-laborer’s, labor,
their whiplash backs bent,
to lever slates and all things loosened.
The sanctified, they guard their stony hearts
but the edges were made to crumble,
made to be returned to rubble.
The two twined ruins
exiting these ancient piles
were created to be spans and transits
for the upliftment of saintly figures,
no one will miss them, yet their
plinths, their buttresses
their embossments
until recently
held a small alcove heavenwards
a niche, that will probably
lose its faith soon,
toppling one year at a time
into an agnostic downfall.
The two ruins are so disfigured
as to be nothing at all,
but they are moving in mysterious ways
to where a tireless worker
will help them rise again,
but of course dust will stir up dust,
the mice and the beetles
will continue
to nibble and gnaw, however
the Maker will be ready
once more
to return dust to cathedrals.
Parallel transits lounge
Charms of shadowy spirits
Quantum Happy Hour
With a resounding call
Echoing on every side
He came calling
Shouldering burdens
Snapping hurdles
Designing dreams
Mapping trails
Lane after lane
With a determined zeal
Running courses
Reversing curses
Stitching diverse lives
A stitch for every mile
matching words to all in transits
Subtly pacing
Lighting faces
Stimulating dreams
Stirring feathers
Thus leaving a blazing trail
Truth loiters long
Can words speak strong?
Faith wanders far
Can words be stars?
Hope transits here
Can words spice cheer?
Love gathers poise
Can words find voice?
Wit wanders well
Can words not tell?
Mind mellows crisp
Can words stride brisk?
Heart hosting health
Can words find wealth?
Soul welcomes bliss
Can words fund ease?
Light lingers late
Can words sculpt fate?
Leon Enriquez
25 June 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
Absurd Walls:
By Mark Miller 03/08/2018
I sit in wait,
For melancholic relief
Consumes self-trust resistance.
Out from the clear and into the black shatter dust.
Although, I cannot explain its purpose or meaning for there is none.
Awareness prevents comprehension to the future posture rectitude.
Only leftovers illuminate on that origin which brings me to this momentary lapse.
Where time and space have no relevance.
The feeling of structure fades into the microwave static.
Only the emotion healing sustains.
Somewhere, out there in the cosmos lies the basal complexional of coexistence.
The complicit deranges.
The peaceful transits,
Our group comfort loneliness
Between the minimal change of selves,
Through the pulsar's suddenness
I return and am one with myself,
Time wraps around the feeling dissipates,
Gone like childhood memory from everywhere.-
Angels are the flash during blasphemy gather,
below the shadows, the murky skies, and haze.
Angels are in the center of trials and tribulations.
The evil forces are quiet among God’s messengers
when the wind hesitate, begins later transits firmly-
below the shadows, the murky skies, and haze—
They are heavenly trumpets vocalizing alluringly
above the sky, of the surface of thunderbolt
when the wind hesitate, begins later transits firmly
within our bronchi, beyond our spirits, squeezing
our air-pipes. Our souls are expressing in the nightfall
above the sky, of the surface of thunderbolt
that brighten flashes. In the severe
proposals we restrain, there are no concepts for
our air-pipes. Our souls are expressing in the nightfall
of everything we will not speak, can’t overlook.
Angels are the flash during blasphemy gather,
proposals we restrain, there are no concepts for
Angels are in the center of trials and tribulations.
Wanda walked hours down the paves sidewalk, talking and hearing voices and talked to them as if they were with her, she walked miles in the same clothes, she road the bus and unknowingly odorized the transits bus seats without paying attention to herself.. Slowly day after day her mental status worsened and round around for she road the bus to stay warm,, until they stopped she smoked a couple cigarettes...
Wanda is going to be fine. She lost her glasses and her job and almost life from depression... she will go to the treatment facility to be cared for and take a bubble bath and wash her clothes and medicate her so she can get sleep and get stabilized... Wanda will be herself again soon... I say a prayer for her... she has a great smile and soon she will smile again and have a decent life to live...
Mind knows in kind thoughts that live here,
Yes to wise truth that comes to call.
Work on word finds as love draws near,
Reap ample proof that transcends gall;
Intuit fond feel in soul sublime,
Touch that sure peace as silence speaks;
Enter deep thrill as stillness rhymes,
Reach with clear ease that timeless peak.
Words point the way to paths beyond,
Rush of a mood in fragile moves;
Imprints can play here once upon,
Thrill in poise good in inner grooves;
Explore this earth with detached heart,
Soul transits birth as end funds start.
Leon Enriquez
04 August 2016
Singapore
When ten rabbits and over fifteen geese gather it is said to be the beginning of a glorious summer. Global transits are unimportant in a spiral bend. Whilst u-turns are created by runner beans and jellfishes in suits. No hat though. So the gatherings of the geese and rabbits went on into the evening. Marvelling at explorations below and above ground. Sipping red brew from acorn cups. Chit chat fairies then. Good. And nature is neutral in a blanket of evergreen. Great. Light laughing liking lingering linguistic lounging learning lips. Fantastic show of ultimate dedication with a serving of white glowing wit. A haven. A tranquil lakeside bringing the cakes. How reasonable. Radical. Exploding in a prism point is not acceptable for branches who weave time in leafy blossoms. So all go eat carrot cake and marinaded earth worm in a leaf bed. Anthologies z
Set sure sightings sensing stray say,
Mind moans missing mad mulling may.
Late laughter lulls sleep sad sounds,
Moody moves mull greasing gripe grounds.
Be beyond blame when worry whirls,
Feel fancy flame such stirring swirls.
Glad glimpses gain meek moments mild,
Vouch voices vain with wonder wild.
Thrill telling tale as action aids,
Set simple sale pointing poise paid.
Weary world whines weaving worry,
Private play pines puzzling purely.
Time transits trend playing proud prance,
Blind blunder bends choosing crisp chance.
Niche nicer notes that troubles tell,
Reap richer rote with wise words well.
Wonder works well with wander wise,
Time tramples tell that terrorise.
Soon something swell surrounds sure streak,
Dust dreamy dwell plying prompt peak.
Leon Enriquez
30 March 2016
Singapore
Espresso brew with bitter taste
Gall fashions screw in awkward haste
Bitter the feel of odd lot here
Gall offers chill from sweets most clear
Forfeit the same sense of sweet taste
Coffee grooms game with bitter waste
Real life's a tact of bitter-sweet
Act flavours pact in fact you greet
Profound the maze where works meet world
Dance dreamy daze with leaping swirls
Mad world needs peace in wars that toll
Let anger cease and purge mad poll
Here just like this, madness frames vile
Seek then sure bliss beyond mad style
If you must know the days ahead
Evil will grow with dying dread
Confront conflict with faith and love
Then treat or trick transits above
Leon Enriquez
14 February 2016
Singapore
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