The serpent hissed,
on the first day of school,
looking around to find a group to poison
a group to fool.
It's slitted eyes wandered around
searching and searching.
at last the serpent found,
the fools laughing and smiling.
The serpent went,
its black heart beating with eagerness
the smell of innocence. it was addicting.
The fools invited the serpent with open arms
unknowing of the doom that awaited.
Thus, the damage begun,
gossip spread like wildfire
'did you hear? the fools did... how ridiculous!'
The serpent drank it all in. like ambrosia
The fools had been fooled.
The serpent went home, delighted by the turns of event.
It was night,when the fools came
painted red with revenge
for the first time ever, the serpent felt...scared
the serpent backed away, all while hissing
The fools smiles turned haunting
The serpent went missing
and the fools waited,
for another serpent to come hissing
At Peace
A dark cloud of cancer looms on the horizon.
Will it simply pass or rest above me, and shower demise?
Or will the clouds break with the power of thanksgiving love,
And His wonderful face shine on me?
Will I allow a shadowed and troubled soul invite mourners,
Or break in tears by fallen loved ones who no longer care?
Whatever direction that dark cloud trade winds ride,
I trust in the Lord, and give thanks, with hands and head raised,
That whatever the ailment, I consume His power and my sufferings hide.
May unbelievers gather strength from His strength, as I do...
and find peace as I have and be saved as so many before have too.
There is peace... thank you!
by Martin Braun
January 6, 2024
I would speak to you
Of two worlds,
And diverged roads,
But you’ll tell me,
Why do I see none?
I would paint lines to you,
Tell you how they bend,
What curves they make,
What areas they dissect,
I would tell you all,
Yet those lines,
They will always remain,
Invisible to you.
Be confounded.
Raise a thousand doubts,
trust not words
or the light of the moon –
it has none.
Be troubled,
your safety lies in
utter bewilderment.
A learn-ed parrot
once instructed a Robin Red Breast,
the robin cocked its head
befuddled by the echoic redundancy
of the parrots lecture.
Which bird was wiser?
A donkey carrying a load of books
is still a donkey.
Claim your right to be wonderstruck,
unknowing, puzzled -
adore in endless amazement.
Be confounded.
Raise a thousand doubts,
trust not words
or the light of the moon –
it has none.
Be troubled,
your safety lies in
utter bewilderment.
A learn-ed parrot
once instructed a Robin Red Breast,
the robin cocked its head
befuddled by the echoic redundancy
of the parrots lecture.
Which bird was wiser?
A donkey carrying a load of books
is still a donkey.
Claim your right to be wonderstruck,
unknowing, puzzled -
adore in endless amazement.
I watched intently
My eyes In conflict, to not know
To not have ever witnessed, this which
Now unfolds before my eyes.
I'm beyond the age of a child
That seeks shelter in mother's bosom
I'm beyond that of a young buck who has
Caught the scent & pursues his first love
I'm not to the age that my skin
Resembles the walnut seed
Not to the age where life has slowed to
Which would allow time to tend the blooms
I've witnessed many things,but what I witness now is beyond my grasp of what's
Possible in this life, I've heard of
Miracles, seeing, & doing Godly things
My heart beats faster than the wings flapping on a hummingbird's flight
I'm more excited than that of a young
Coming down stair on Christmas morning
And....
Well....
I owe it to you...
Such profound beauty & benevolence
You are an Angel sent to teach us
I have witnessed to most beautiful act
Of selfless courage & love I've ever seen
Though I could never be you
I can change, I will change
You will never know nor see
But you are my mentor
I want to be like thee
R.K.H
Am I from the darkness of complete nothing
Do I return to darkness from whence I came
Am I alive and free to do anything
Do I live a small illusion in a game
You who have neither beginning or ending
Bestow us a spirit of knowledge to give
Where have we come from and where are we going
And what we should do to be able to live
As I wept that and hating this violent sea
I then saw the perfect child seven days old
"I am the Word. I am you, and you are me
I am within wood, beneath stones and in mold”
I have come from the light and I am it’s child
It’s motion and rest that I live, now reviled
today for me
presently is
3/5/2019
break it down
20
-19
=1
as
5
-3
=2
so
1
+2
=3
and
2
+3
=5
and so
on and
on and
so on
and...
forever fibernocci
is all i see so you
and i become
geometrical
sensibilities
romantic
anomalies
subsequently
sensuality
without
being
for
e
v
e
r
.
.
.
From darkness, deep, deep and black--
we are born into mist and fog,
into the Cloud of Unknowing
where we can see only shapes and shadows
as we struggle... lost, fearful, half-blind,
wanting clarity...seeking God, but stumbling,
always prone to tripping in the dark.
True judgment, the seed of disagreement,
Can never exist without true knowing.
Prognosticators spread in allegement,
Sages sternly warn of evil sowing.
Who can say what happens behind closed doors,
Shrouds of unknowing, known only by one.
Everyone else can create all horrors,
Only assuming what was truly done.
Such ignorance leads to adverse actions,
Advancing accused perpetrator's doom.
Separating others into factions,
Sealing the stone of the victim's dark tomb.
Before voicing any future hearsay,
Simply let your hidden thoughts fade away.
To not know bliss is such a shame,
Forfeit fond ease in drowning cause;
Too late for shame the fleeting face,
Toss out the woes of telling times;
Ignite the loss with tinder box,
Diet and then feed that lightning blaze;
Eat away then the missing link,
Forgo group think as fancy springs;
Waltz by the bay with selfish plots,
Amass a maze of blurry lines;
Thus unknowing well can sweet sell,
The burning sums the anguish felt;
Growing up wise is no surprise,
For life in hell is earth on fire!
Leon Enriquez
29 October 2015
Singapore
Now audible, the ticking to that;
Infinite and complete 'Complete absorption'
-Unwillingness to concede overtakes.
What I have known all my life;
The only true denouement of all
stories,The only true destination of all
journeys - Yet I deny
The mind is smart enough to realize,But
the heart provides solace to that,
startled mind; And convinces it of it's
inability to know
the time
One another, we shyly
look at each other...
You, assured
I, unknowingly
Our eyes meet
our hearts beat
Souls intertwined,
and I know...
...you are mine
Wrapped in the passion of the moment
engulfed in a cascade of a emotion
carried by a gushing torrent of desire
dancing on the rapids of uncertainty
two unknowing hearts intertwined
in the rapture of blinding passion
rush toward forbidden waters.
In the midst of love's blissful chaos
will two unknowing hearts whirl
perilously over confusion's cliff
and plunge helplessly toward
the jagged rocks of ill-fated love,
or will two unknowing hearts
be found desperately clinging
to the last branch of innocents?
staring at forever!
grinning,
empty;
free of meaning...
this slippery surface of merCurious illuMentation;
an ephemeral shining at the back of the mind,
illuminating the limits of the fatal skin-we're-in --
it's the plight of the unbelonging to be longing
before this bottomless bliss
listening to the sound only the heart can hear
reasons un-wound fall unbound toward
a pointlessness of
parallaxing into tunnel-vision -
where the paralysis of analysis 'n indecision
gets
wrapped up
in many Mansions,
for LotusBlossomslaughter.
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