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(***warning ungapatchka language ahead***)
Flush with rage the spouse will become allied
if reference made how she buzzfeeds disorder
altercation especially likely if divorce blurted
making me wish to experience (immediately)
bartered bride, when mine pointed finger doth
nonverbally chide markedly appalling untidy
predilection she blithely exhibits woeful scant
interest to maintain can-do spirit affecting plea
zing aesthetic humble abode ofttimes slacking
off cleaning trail of abomination, which talent
includes unwittingly cultivating qua primordial
soup possibly duplicating conditions when life
originated (bajillion years ago) on planet Earth
witnessed courtesy think gummy, groovy, gooey,
gloppy, (nippy, nap, noopy) protoplasmic slimy
oozing blob (starring Steve McQueen) amoeba
like swallowing small towns with names such as
Chester Springs, Downingtown, Phoenixville,
& Royersford hungering, hinting, and hankering
to hasten home hearing Harris harridan hooligan
hoopla conniption purportedly linked into order
issued courtesy board of health for hen pecking
wife to hustle & make house beautiful for Biden
(accompanied with hit parade) announcing (yea)
at long last Republican administration overhaul
which fête yours truly slated to host determined
(weeks ago), thus necessitating legally wedded
counterpart to apply elbow grease in tandem to
render spic & span where unsightly food scraps,
soiled clothes, scattered papers, et cetera strewn
helter skelter, the disarray the culmination of 4+
years occupying these digs in Schwenksville, Pa.
Upon being told "get the place in ship shape order"
she went ballistic like bupkis fired out me gluteus
maximus, (whereat I couldn't help but think ICBM)
yea, an incongruous thought as she rattled vitriolic,
colorful expletives coarse language enough would
make sailor blush shutting his yapper uttering before
he even uttered "shiver me timbers," hence clatter
and din created cacophonous noise as my fair lady
affected one woman siege warfare as pots and pans
flew pell mell thru air while I took refuge in fallout
shelter unused since total mortal kombat destroyed
major swath of webbed wide world, global debacle
our dear leader triggered (when in pensive mood) he
lobbed weapons of mass destruction after being axed
to "go back home" meaning his mother planet Uranus.
Staking Claims: For Yucatec Maya & Native Peoples
The stones of the desert cry with me
They are brothers and sisters, but no bloody kin
New hearts see just cold rocks … no warmth or charity …
Might you see how we worship gods in them?
The gods themselves are dead, buried in hopeless holes
They died when we could not stop the excesses of each Columbus
Who brought a brutal hunger for gold and souls
Then bone and marrow fell within Columbus’ compass
The trees and tree stumps of the Yucatan
Hold deep scars and memories in their bosoms
The limestone cries quietly for the sons of Chillam Balam
Their tears yielding tomorrow’s blossoms
For even grasses, herbs, insects … know
That they too will be sucked, one after another
Away from the withering, wrinkled body of our Mother
Through a gaping hole in the atmosphere
All earth cries with the sun and stone worshippers
The blackened peasant clasps his callused hands
With those last calories from a breakfast of peppers
Unaware that his gods died hopelessly condemned
The desert explodes into those oases
Where infatuated faith still yields cool, delicious flesh
And forgiving flowers among the spikes in the cactus:
The desert and stones are gentler than Columbus
©Dr. A. S. Deo, 500 Years after Columbus, circa 1996.
BACKGROUND NOTE OF HORRORS:
(Written in the 1990s. Blood and tears are part of the story, not only for Native Peoples like the Maya of the Yucatan, but for my wife and daughters, too. A Sri Lankan professor allied with my Promoter/Chairman of my doctoral committee, objected to my politics outside of the classroom. They used the clout of the legal department at my campus, The Johns Hopkins University in Baltimore, to shut me up and deny my degree. They failed, thanks to my “cold stone gods” and Jesus. I defended my thesis, successfully, on 1 May 1995 and was back working in my native South Africa in June 1995! Soon I was hired by the Department of Foreign Affairs in Pretoria, when Nelson Mandela was President. He retired in 1998. Sadly, little changed in the then DFA at the Union Buildings, and poor of South Africa … and across the globe, continue to get false hope & promises from Liberals, Conservatives, Blacks & Whites. Jesus alone will speak truth to you, about EVERYTHING. Check a Bible near you, start with John's Book)
Our most resonant health opportunities
appear to be
and to always have been
our most resilient harmonic wealth investments--
Absence of unnecessary
Left-nature fighting Right-spirit
cultures of fundamental Ego v SacredMatriarchal EcoSpirit
pathology
EgoPatriarchal dualism
between Earth's sinfully mortal Nature
and Sun's Radiantly OmniPotent Spirit.
Personal intimate dualism
between PositivEnergy Now and FutureTrust Here
Ego/EcoTherapeutic
WinWin ZeroZones
of NewBorn ReBorn Yang Attitude
actively re-allied each morning
advocating
revolutioning
Yin Sacred NightTime CoOperatively-Owning Gratitude.
WellBeing of a species,
constitutionally protected
by Yang defining and Yin refining
Rights of MatriarchalEarth,
ecopolitical health ethology, purpose, practice, experience, exercise
psychologically PositiveNature
double-binding notnot co-arising Negative
Secular/sacred ecological
and theologically Universal/Synergetic
EarthSystemic WinWin CoOperative Open Systems
and nondually purposeful-meaningful
methodical
medicinal
organic designed
and restoratively therapeutic
resonantly resilient reweaving regenerating
polypathicYang/polyphonicYin
SunLight Seasons/EarthNight Reasons
Speaking through DNA tempered seas
and reason-seasons
bilateral-fractal co-arising
bosonic 4D RealTime EgoAvatar Universes
double-binding WinHealth/WinWealth
symmetric DNA Tao
ZeroZone wu-wei
HealthCaring for and of and within regenerating plants
cooperatively caring within humane/divine EarthTribe experiences
defining and refining
describing and prescribing
exegeting and re-eisegeting
climate health and co-relational pathology re-acclimation
health defining and wealth refining
Cooperatively researching Gaia health and nutrition safety
and health and happiness
wellbeing constitutionally protected
with ReCreational Behavioral Authority
retelling responsible creolizing
Health RainbowCreation Stories
of SacredHope.
Like SkyWoman
deductively/inductively labeling
defining and refining
exegeting and re-eisegeting SunGod
competing and cooperating
Either-Oring and Both-Anding
all Earth's polyphonic polynomial
newborn
reborn enthymemes
co-arising Zen ZeroZone
restoring integrity
of MatriarchalEarth/PatriarchalSun synergetic balance.
I riff flecked about thee august
Autumn Equinox 2018,
this polymath learned why,
September Equinox
will be at 9:54 PM,
which spoiler alert thy
learned (courtesy Google),
when Or Sun Wells
crosses celestial equator
i.e. (imaginary line in sky
above Earth's Equator
from north to south), a quiet rye
hit moment occurs
Saturday September 22nd, 2018
(at 9:54 PM Eastern
Time) marks onset
of apple cider
and pumpkin pie
a distinct golden jacketed
matted palette well nigh
paints arboreal swath, sans
quiet riot of brilliant
color, that doth belie
rampant terrestrial, unreal,
and venal degradation aye
temporarily turning a (third)
blind eye apathetically, blithely,
and conveniently shunting aside
eyesore fissured gash - wide
cleft wound, where hide
ding away from
global abuse decried
as feeble effort
ignoring doth decide
fate i.e. as does wrecking,
where precious resources espied
snubbing, and thumbing nose
(figuratively) asper dead
serious portentous desperate
(falling on deaf ears) plea chide
dismissively mocking (bird
den some) prophesying,
whence creator cried
alarming, blaring, and clanging
sounding Doomsday Clock,
where ambivalence unheeded
scathing tragic miss guide
did exploitative testament,
where survival of fittest tried
to the max, viz (courtesy
of *****sapiens)
as Mother Nature dost allied
flora and fauna espied
comprising vibrant biosphere
each betrothed nsync, and guide
ding generic hominids shrugging
(Atlas sized fountain head)
off beholden hide
bound wedded bliss
to the other,
this observer awestruck,
sans whirled, wide webbed biota
adorns terra firmae analogous,
qua expectant wedded bride
named Gaia – resplendent
raiment adorned playfully chide,
when (dark and Stormy Dan
yells) Armageddon
legatee - time ran
out for *****sapiens meaning...
salvation to late for human
knit tee, cuz field day, sans
grim reaper will
glory in field day
whar cross bones
numb skull pay fealty.
Hmm...What Discursive Poetic Theme Shall I Write About...
Today (a rather brisk, chilly,
and otherwise sat
tiss factory twirly delightful
December 18th, 2018) matte
her of fact quite
refreshing noontime, while this fat
tend plot of Earthen surveyed terrain
situated over scat
herd modest suburban tract,
(actually yours truly some watt
urbanely sprawled out) at
Latitude: 40.2538 Longitude: 75.4590,
where I sit pat
and think to write
about some reading material flat
touring my "FAKE" status
as king of agitprop for chat
hurrying class gussied up with
artistically crafted rat
tilly done up snazzy razz mutt tazz
(approved by Willard), this expat
lapsed Peterson harried tailored script,
asper previous peculiar
swiftly styled idée fixe
literary unnecessary, rat
tickly tawdry superfluity)
interspersed with dollops of splat
hard logophile, nonetheless gentle
on the eyes, yet feeling totally flat
and devoid of meaning, and quite
convincingly desperate idea this pratt
tilling far amore in the dell doth
expatiate, expound expressively, gnat
cheerily witty, (i.e. hint- please
pretend these humph fat
tickle lee meandering, rambling,
and warbling words) taxing
on mental faculty as bat
tan gruelling death march
physically, when circa
April 1942 Japanese forced
76,000 captured Filipinos,
and Americans Allied
soldiers to march about 80 miles across
Bataan Peninsula (province
in Philippines), where they died
enroute to...during World War II
on island of Luzon, espied
as a spiritual sanctuary hosted
by a knowledgeable tour guide
named Matthew Scott hood dons
genuine (musty smelling)
Tory wig to hide
as an alien alias (from the outer limits
of the twilight zone) incognito
even to himself, and especially the bride
of Frankenstein, who evinces a strong crush
toward said nondescript gentrified
vested gentry groundless thinker with pride
though, dirt poor (at least on the surface),
but deep down rich with
Schwenksville well watered
history harkening back to 1684,
when hoodwinked, jilted and lied
Lenni-Lenape Indians got fleeced
then taken for a ride
this land ceded to (stolen from) William Penn
nestled along the Perkiomen Creek.
from the logline of the movie
World of Aleins, by Orratto.....
They stand in verse of me: allied by their ego's: repretations and their want
for a new world. A world that they wish me not to be apart of.
Their scientist invent, their armies game, their politications make ways to exclude me. They make their enemy my friend that I might devoure him with my own wants and ambitions, that he is destroyed, because they wish to trust me more than he. When they lack finace they take from my sources, then I must find creative ways to take back what they've taken. when technolies become old, they find us, and try to eliminate us, to make-up from what they feel we took away from them. When my science is fact, they beleivethe fiction of my propaganda.But when our world became threatened by The Aleins within, we along with other leaders, united to achieve onething, removal of these aliens to their own world, and then we had to find ways to accomadate these new creatures created by the union of Aleins and Humans. All done in lieu of the government. all done with the full understanding that the invasion would come from these new people.it took our world nine years to even discover the Aleins, then when they uncovered the plot, the plans of these people. They sought the poor, and coupled with them, all with the backing of the Alein homeworld, they gave them gold and platinum, and when they found mates, one's who were willing and able to have babies, they were paid in gold, and platinum. bringing new wealth to people.t they bought companies making people richer, when they looked into these new ways they saw nothing that would cause suspension, only that they targeted the certain types of people. One day in Febuary at a hospital in New Guinia, a baby was born, with two anntanas behind it ears, that's when they discovered certain traits of dna, that weren't human, and not of this world. These began the Euroafromerica commitions of human welfare, which discovered the exsistance of Aleins on earth. Weathy men got together to create hero's, they used their technologies to make supermen, one's who could fly, and had superstranghts, these are the formations of the "Power Friends" the saviors of the Universe!
Murmur no things
or strings of sounds...
Could not care less
more-ish whispers
were Wicked
Whips of Words-
Weighted.
Tongue- lashing sharp
fork- tine Torture.
Cat-0-nine-one-one-tales...
Thirty-nine...
Forty-less-one
thrashing...
thrashing...
Thrashing...!
P
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Cut, then
Spliced
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aught - 0 - matic -ally
u
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s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d and s-t-r-u-n-g out
taut ~O~ill~O~gee~call
sayings S-P-L-A-Y-E-D out.
Taught NO one
any thing
new
Knew hear-say-
Say! Did you hear THAT???
(Did YOU know...?)
? :-0 ? :-o ? :-0 ?
Oh Oh...
Tongues plaited and tied
Gutless intentions
Implied
Allied...
Bound between mongers
pitted
unpitying
Pitbulls against distraught,
double-bind on-slaughter
pale-faced pugilism
mimics
Mummery and mimed thoughts
~acted~out~
played O-U-T
OUCH!
Bought into
Hearts wrung out
bloodless
Bloody hands wringing
in Delight-
Delighted!
de-lighted...
Delight-Full?
Murmur nothing
need less>>>>>>
Need less to say
" it" @ All.
Hot of the press,
hot air blows
seeds of doubts
s-OW-n n-OW!
Profuse Grrrrr- OW-th
Hot-head heed-less
not Grrrrr- OW-n up.
Groans are unmouthed
sounds
sown shut :-
No more hurt
Feelings
Hidden
Humiliation's humus
Not humorous.
Hideous "justice"
bids
Blurts be bought
at a price-
Caught out
Pulled-up-Pule
short-circuits
short-changed
~my~O~my
~chained~
~thrashing~it~out.
thrashed...thrashed....Thrashed!
within an inch
~~ ~~~'~ ~~~~...
nihil -is-tic
parsitic
Tick-Tacky-Town
Game of noughts.
Game of cross thoughts..x-O
Game's off-
Colour two- tone
Voice
Not "giving lip"-
Zipped~~~
:-O gains nil
By Mouth.
:- naught -:
nada
null
X
void
O
14-07-2017~Aqua Marine.
...Have you ever seen true madness
take full possession of a man?
Gobayth’s dreams of coming home
were now all well and truly damned.
It’s said he screamed for half the night,
so much that it damaged his throat,
and it was not long after that
he started slaying ‘settled’ folk.
The first target was a merchant
travelling with his concubine
and his two slaves on the ‘cleansed’ moors,
but no safety would the man find.
He took an arrow to the neck,
his whore took one straight through the breast,,
Gobayth then slit both their throats,
as the two enslaved men attest.
When he finished that bloody work
he set both of the bound men free,
they became his first generals,
I know, since one of them was me.
We gathered those who had survived,
allied with others nomad tribes,
within a month you Black Flint knew
to step on the moors was to die.
But that was not enough for him,
he very quickly did decide
that those who built of wood and stone,
who grew up plants just to survive,
were too evil to be human,
he’d let no one live who kept slaves,
and with the horde that he had build,
he and his men started to raid.
Those men never learned his true name,
they started to call him ‘Diyal,’
in their tongue that word means ‘vengeance,’
he means to spread it to you all.
He’s ravaged you valleys and hills,
crushed your armies beneath his hooves,
he’s purging all the ‘civilized,’
so no one will remember you.
Your halls and walls he’s burning down,
your ‘kingdom’ will be turned to ash,
where your palaces stand right now
will soon become nothing but grass.
Your wives and daughters? Our war-brides,
we’ll father many sons on then,
your livestock we’ll add to our herds,
nevermore will they know the fence.
This is why you, and all your sons,
are tied up, fearful and perturbed,
waiting the knife that will end you,
you can’t say that it’s not deserved.
It’s what we bring to ‘settled’ men,
we promise to them futures grim,
had you not sinned so greatly the
gods would not send a scourge like him.
This is what awaits all slavers,
this is why all your cities burn;
Diyal liked to slit throats himself,
be patient, you’ll all get your turn…
THEY SOUGHT REMEDY TO SOMETHING THAT HAD BOTHERED THEM.
THEY WOULD MEET SECRETLY TO FORM WHAT WOULD PROBABLY CAUSE THEM TO BE SEEN AS REBELS AND UNGREATFUL PEOPLE.THOSE WHO APPOSSED THE GIANT MIGHT FIND WHY THEY SPEAK SOFTLY WHEN HE'S ASLEEP. YET IF THE WORLD IS TO BE PLACED BETWEEN THE SUN AND MOON, THE OTHER PLANETS NEED TO RESPECT, THE EARTHS ALLIGNMENT. THEY MET TO DRAFT DOCUMENTS, THEY MET TO GIVE RANK AND POSITION TO THEIR BROTHERING, THEY SPOKE TO CALL INTO ACTION PEOPLE WHO ONLY HEARD OF ONE ANOTHER.THEY WHISPERED NOT TO AWAKE THE GIANT, THEY ALLIED TO STAND AGAINST THE GIANT, YET THEY DID SO SAYING THEY REPECTED THE GIANT, AND THE POSITION HE WAS IN, BUT TO FEED THEIR FAMILIES THE ALLIANCE WOULD NEED TO BE FORMED TO GAIN TRUST BETWEEN THOSE WHO WISHED TO PARTNER, AND DO BUSINESS TOGETHER.tHEY CALLED THEIR NEW SHOW'S RAVES,(EVENTS THAT DETAILED THE BEST)WHEN THEY OFFERED MUSIC, THEY WOULD SPEAK OF THEIR SHOW'S ASR-G'S,(RAVE-GIGS)
THEY ALLOWED UNKNOWN MUSICAIN TO TRAVEL WITH THEM, TO OPEN THE EVENTS WITH SONGS, THIS WAS NOT TO BE PERMATE FEATURES AND SOME SOUGHT WAYS TO BE EVASIVE OF THESE DOINGS. "SHOUT-UP AND DO-IT,"
AND "EVEN IN THE CHEAPSEAT'S" BECAME TERMS THAT CROSSED BOUNDERIES WERE ONCE TERRITORAL MERCHANTS, SHOWED THEIR GOODS, BY BEING THE BEST SHOWMEN THEY COULD BE. "THEY WISH TO IMPRESS THE MASSES, BY DOING WHAT THEY HAVE BEEN TRAINED TO DO, AND DOING SO, MAKE SOME MONEY AND FEED THEIR CHILDREN.BUT THE SLEEPING GIANT HAS EARS, AND WHISPERS MIGHT SOUND LIKE SCREAMS AND RANTS OF PEOPLE WHO WISH TO DO, WANT SOMEONE ELSE HAD DONE, AND BE MORE SUCCESSFUL AT IT THAN THOSE WHO CAME BEFORE THEM. THEY HONORED MEN, AND MADE EOPLE INTO CHAMPIONS FIRSTT, BY HEARING STORIES OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO WORKED HARD TO BUY THE TICKETS, THEY SOUGHT FAME BY PUTTING PEOPLE FIRST, ALLOWING THEIR AUDEINCE TO BE THE VOICES OF THE ENTERTAINERS, THEN THEY PUT ON THEIR SHOW'S, NOT TO AWAKE THE GIANT, WHO MIGHT SEE THESE TALENTS AS ONE'S TO TAKE AWAY. (BRAINWASHED) AND THE PROMISE OF RICHES, MIGHT MAKE SOME GREENNOSED ROOKIE, WANT SOMETHING HE THINKS HE CAN HANDLE.BUT HE TO HAS TO TIPTOE AROUND THE SLEEPING GIANT, WHO THAN MIGHT AWAKE TO FIND HIM.
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A network of cherished kinships allied
forged, and linkedin analogous
to union of groom and bride
thru electronic bonds engender intrigue,
nonetheless unconditionally accept,
no matter I chide
self, and reference mine existence
as if...this mortal already died
now more appreciative than ever,
cuz younger days witnessed
peers that did elide
me accompanied with relentless
teasing, snubbing, roasting
akin tubby kindled over a fireside,
thus...solitude shadowed me as sole guide
peopled with books
to escape and hide
from so called "real"
webbed world, yet inside
this former grievous
lad through alienation,
emasculation, and isolation no joyride
valuing myself less than a pawn on
chessboard of life
envying extrovert as kingside
station depriving, insulating, and
ostracizing yours truly belied
to Matthew Scott Harris
marginally functioning, and denied
him camaraderie, dating, enjoying
female friendships due
to lack of confidence and pride
and at the cusp of
pubescence...a slow descending ride
into the hungry (anorexic)
maws of suicide,
which ideations hammer psyche,
now aghast how I tried
(without success) to disappear sundering
mine complex edifice
into the wide
abyss of nothingness, hence to treasure
those electronic connections,
perhaps...totally no more'n four score
(and seven years ago)
all told of unbeknown village people
comprising worthy chums,
sans human league roar
ring (okay pardon the hyperbole),
but letting this foo fighter explore
a greater range of interpersonal
(no matter virtual), but each
unnamed cyber buddy worth more
than simple rhyming galore
words express, some
or all those who sprung
from Earth, wind and fire,
viz cosmic toreador
this poet would their
physical presence adore,
who realizes genuine experienced love
second best option
communicated thru the Internet...bonjour,
hence please accept at the least
(even thee lovely cousins,
daughters, sister Shari por favor,
a hug emanating from within mine
integrated central processing unit core!