Art is sincerely satisfying.
A great catharsis of movement,
From nostalgia, sadness,
And deep uneasiness.
From still-life and scenes
Of the true world
Kept captive
For all
Time.
I once was of the darkness, the turmoil from within,
the shadows of a haunted past, as memories begin.
To go back and relive all the torment and pain,
to leave behind a world where, there is no gain.
To find the true you, that only by the fires, refines,
to break the chains, that held you in your confines.
To set free, from darkness in the hearts,
to show the way, that’s played by both parts.
To except us, as we are, both shadow and light,
to keep our shadows at our feet, is our true fight.
To be giver of life, that we ourselves may live,
love, peace, and compassion we give.
When two worlds stands out like night and day,
now you know that you have found your way.
A world full of light, a true world can we see,
as now we know, exactly who we be.
Mysteriousness and sacredness
Wished words, universes, wanted new lives
Serial lives, never-ending infinity of desire
I need this life, I want this life, in my heart
I want to do it, the mystery, and the real light
The only one, the living sacredness of life
Here is not a tale of the mysterious kind
In the human world, this is just a movie of the fantasy mind
This is the secret of life, just believe me, oh life
I know the truth. I know that. The fantasy is real life
We are just living in our minds. Collectively, this is sick blind
Yes. We are blind. Open your wings, and just fly, and fly
In the space, in the sky, and find your new life in heaven
Heaven is the true world, not just a religious desire
Jesus said, “In my Father’s house are many rooms.”
“This is the reality. All the words are true”, Satan said
Heavens. Universes. And Mysteriousness Sacredness is
The atmospheres of those planets
This is the reality
Everybody is a saint
If will arrive there
I’m twisted
into submission;
admission
to true world
of imaginary breeze
and coconut salt.
I’m a seed,
slipping into sand,
letting go.
The wild sea’s
crest and trough didn’t swallow me,
silence me - my thoughts.
Roots, a muse -
rest and recreate;
drudge baggage
ditched at shore.
The dunes spoil me with their grit
and pink hydrangeas.
Sunglasses
recover my eyes;
sunburn writhes
on my skull.
Hair in free fall, snarled and damp,
like anemones.
An assault
of coconut breeze
in true world;
admission
into twisted submission
of relaxing waves.
The sunspots
of Summer outbreak.
I bring pail
and shovel.
I shore up castle, today,
midst whirlpool of moat.
The true world
tries to interfere,
as I splash
cruel eyes.
My hands and feet completely
disappear…left - write!
Our true world is what we know best
Yet leave our safety to explore
What more is there beyond the crest
Outside our world
Within, we know that there is more
And made to follow this, our quest
With never knowing what's in store
We leave our comfort zone with zest
Which takes us to another shore
And find it only when we test
Outside our world
she could not handle the truth
easier to live a lie
just the truth the whole truth nothing but the truth
does it still exist
when none believe reality its still truth
if all believe lies they are still falsehoods
authenticity captures facts that exist
cold hard facts metaphorically speaking
how do I substantiate its actual
is there a magic formular to follow
do I trust my instinct can it be misled
if its verisimilitude can I trust
being lifelike cannot be the whole answer
fakes can seem more actual than authentic
verifying requires a masters degree
some anomalies are true world or true life
says true fruit would they put fake fruit in the can
corporeality surely must exist
a physical body a truthful being
must be believed actual
Power of the money printer
Quite intoxicating
Stealing from the rest of us
Shame, incriminating
Modern Monetary Theory
Slowly devastating
Bitcoin makes the money true
Free and liberating
Rebuilding our lives and wealth
All appreciating
Cantillon theft and seigniorage
Now eliminating
Bitcoin adoption ‘cross the world
Fast accelerating
Two parallel lines will never meet
Even to the infinity
All the evils and greeds of mankind
Are preventing us from finding
The truths and logics of life
We are travelling in two parallel lines
With God and the universe
Truths and logics are hidden and twisted
Many politicians always prevent us
From finding the truths and logics of life
So that they can overrule the true world
The truths and logics of life
So that they can control, monitor and dominate the people
We have to be alert and wise
We have to divert our directions
Will we
Skinny
I know I am not perfect,
and that's what they believe
i don't need anyone to save me,
and make my plea.
because this is a true world
where your freedom caged behind the bars
where they inject you with sentiment
which shows you as a victim and others as god...
mafia roaming freely,
with guns and expensive cars.
showing they rule the world.
we just moan
and accept to be a slave,
instead of looking brave.
that's why say I am not perfect,
and that's what they believe
This world is a lie.
Take me to my world, where I belong.
People wear a mask, which make them against the all.
People are fake, lie are on the rage.
My world is gone, take me to my world where I belong. I am running from this world, from this lie, from this question. Hiding in the shadow, I am running from the lie.
Drowning into the fakes of this world.
Lost in this world of lie.
I don’t know a thing. Just waiting for a day when this world of lie will end. There was nothing in this world. Watching end of lie but I realise this is another lie of this lying world.
Giving myself some fake hope. Hiding pain in bottom of my heart. I am running from this world, from this lie, from this question. We don’t know a thing.
Take me to my world, to where I belong
I am lost in this world of lie. Looking for my true world.
I am lying to myself for this lying world.
I don’t know a path which is true in this world. I am lost, I drown into the fakes, I am running from this world from this world, from this lie, from this question
Anger never comes against this true world
Never cry for failure past or present
Like the nature I'm free bird all over
Sun rises and night comes for the next day
In this world I live in my alone thought
No start, no end I keep in life baskets
Like the flowing river it passes all
Since birth I'm slight talker as usual
All are here even the heaven and hell
Holy wine, divine whore and lustful boy
Judgement day, punishment, free from guilty
Only matured time the true convener
Waiting patience the recycling portrait
Everything moves through ecliptic rebirth
25.09.2020 Chattogram
Through restless decades I have tried to learn,
From journeys more mute than ready to teach,
Sifting through grains of sand of no concern,
Looking for truths clouded by half-truths’ siege.
Days fill with bustle when I’m keen to delve;
Not enough is gleaned, though I have inquired,
Save some blinkered thoughts of love, life and self,
Of this odyssey, oft the mind has tired.
With narrowed eyes I have tried to behold,
A clear sight of me and the whole true world,
Till one day I found I am grey and old,
And not half the wisdom has yet unfurled.
Long ago I came, a searcher at heart,
In a light incomplete I shall depart.
Feel joy swirl
Opt to see
Charm now twirls
Urge sets free
See true world
Face lot strange
Old odd fears
Choice moots range
Urge now clears
See things change
Frame each high
Oil each move
Calm voice sighs
Urge fond groove
See touch try
Leon Enriquez
25 February 2018
Singapore
I do not shout
I do not insist
I do not force
I do not fight the tide
I do not break minds or wills
I whisper
I suggest
I endorse
I paint a picture of an idea
I plant seeds in the minds of great people
I open the necessary channels of communication
I assist in action
The true world of marketing lives in the shadows
working, guiding, influencing and
changing the world
When the seven ages end
and the eight one comes,
it comes with a dreadful smile
sparing not a single one.
The journey of life starts with a cry
and ends with the same,
but what if I tell you
life repeats itself over and again.
Behind the curtain of life
there exists a true world,
in the eyes of mankind
it is completely blurred
I know, one day, death will
be under my nose
leading me towards my destiny
not as a friend but as a foe.
I came with bare hands
and the same with I go,
thinking so high once I stood
today I am so low
And then I will reach
to the start of my life
And I will tell everyone
that I lived ,not one, but twice.
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