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H-E-L-P!!! N-e-e-d s-o-m-e b-o-d-y!!!...
Spouse booby trapped husband!!!
Homicide courtesy munch
house zen by proxy
immediately suspected hunch
police, K9 corps, and ambulance
nearly lost their lunch crossing over divide
yellow crime tape
cordoned off homicide
booted feet did poetically crunch
while leashes untangled,
viz braided bunch.
Law enforcement officers i.e. they
Perkiomen Township precinct tidy
as... executive attache
case headed by narcotics
mod squad trooper Amelie
Beth knew address of scrivener brother
immediately quaffed mouthful Schuylkill
downing requisite with "FAKE" sedative cray
zee that seems giving
judicious punch to allay
time and again marital altercations daresay
put Schwenksville neighborhood
under immediate lockdown
Bay of Pigs in comparison childsplay
summoned rookies re:
instant karma coldplay
witnessed unusual display
officers, paramedics, and trained
German shepherds on faux pas did pray
(canines formerly under religious sway
nsync with neutered saint Matthew Scott
sacred church fathers and mothers
panglossian benevolence ne'er betray
loved spouting doggerel pay
Canis lupus familiaris obeissance
oh... I got scent tum mental anyway
kit and caboodle - women in blue,
plus aforementioned cod ray
regarding medical technicians
braced themselves steely, fiery, burly,...
former career recruits, thus okay
toughened courtesy green beret
fearless motley crew did sashay
gingerly, nimbly, softly... treading listening
faintly hearing sauntered without delay,
whence plaintive bent down on haunches
analogous to plie (plea yea)
including dogs ready to spring,
where overly curious inquisitive nee
bores asked to take selfie oy vey
afterwards quickly made bee line
discerning most strategic way
to enter apartment and rescue
a scene no stranger Giacomo Casanova,
to Rabelais, or Marquis de Sade
chaos theory put thru paces
mind boggling utter disarray
courtesy the missus
floor to ceiling clutter, perhaps soiree
gone awry with personal paraphernalia
strewn helter skelter hodge podge
bajillion potential accidents away
one misstep to temper and disable
garden variety trumpeting popinjay.
"The Author of the Lie"
by: Eric L. Boddie
It's amazing how many large altercations result from confrontations which are small
All because he whispered in your ear that you can blame it on the alcohol
Usually his approach is subtle, making it far more devious than the rest
Because he always attacks at the weakest point, better known as the flesh
He will use fast women to try to distract you from your wife
He will use greed to try to distract you from your Life
He will use false love to justify domestic violence
He will use the conflict of confusion to disrupt any peaceful silence
He is cunning and conniving, like no other ever known to this Earth
He promises fortune and fame, happiness and Love, but empty dreams are all they are worth
He offers temptations which are so very hard to resist
Then he hides the consequence by telling us he doesn't exist
He clouds the weakest minds with drugs and destroys necessities with desire
He attempts to weaken your Spirit by takaing your focus off the only Power Higher
He dwells in corruption, as the greatest enemy, he will debate
But all he can use is influence, sin is a deed only we can perpetrate
And his influence can have no power if I simply choose to deny
Only I can be my enemy because it's always my choice, please don't believe the lie
Father is still up for a brawl
Altercations are ongoing
My mom can not tolerate my sister
My sister hates me, and she says the least
On the playground
Mates continue to be enthusiastic about my kin
They always let me scared and cry
Few know nothing but to fight happily
I always have the generosity of a friend
Cordial and simple to go
I can never fit me at home
My mom is waiting to beat me and my sister is waiting to play
I feel sad and bored at home
I can see the tenderness in the evening before bed
I enjoy sleeping because nobody dares to hurt me
Hug of vanity and kisses turn out my sleepless
Litan Dey
You're a little kid again
A boy of 3 years old
Gradually life became about survival
suddenly my friends became my rivals
don’t see them now, think they’re my enemies?
That they'll never be, they’re treasured memories.
Would I go back and alter?
Maybe small altercations
but feel forever blessed to
have had friends so amazing.
And though some did me wrong
maybe I did them too
we’ll leave that stone unturned
to preserve and not chew.
In all fairness to have had our paths link up for so long,
creating so much before it all went wrong
is really rare and special,
we lived on the same level,
the pitfalls and perils
as we smoked ourselves sterile.
On different paths now
as our distant laughs sound
in memories less loud
a group of friends once proud.
These people I can never side against,
how the power of the past prevents,
can never hate these ladies and gents,
after all they made up my greatest events.
Because...
Over time life becomes about survival,
suddenly your friends become your rivals,
don't ever allow them become your enemies,
walk away and keep them as good memories,
because one kind not to store in your memories,
are the many you meet out to be enemies,
these people are nothing but your rivals,
keep your friends your friends it aids survival.
Prejudice, inferiority and abuse
maligned, hashtagged, and dogged
heels of peoples uprooted peoples
south of the equator, or elsewhere
whose epidermis strongly hinted
fifty plus shades of ebony.
They found themselves in debasement
within complex edifice housing
facade of equality
ofttimes receiving punishment
their sole supposed crime
accentuated, heightened, perpetrated
courtesy born swarthy complexion
even if prominent features
(think European) quite apparent.
Two hundred and thirty three months
into twenty first century
bias toward slave descendants
wracks western civilization in general,
and United States of America in particular
i.e. land of the free and the home of the brave
keynote doth ardently heard far and wide,
yet many nth generations removed
since slavery abolished
still remain shackled, especially
when men/women in blue
subject random person of color
to physical assault
frequently culminating with death
of falsely accused
whereby police person acquitted.
Day after day, week after week,
month after month... brutish and nasty
thuggish haughty uniformed cops
create deadly merciless altercations
begetting livid rage among populations
anonymous brethren beaten, shot, strangled...
ensuing hatred particularly endemic
within lower income poorer neighborhoods
where bedlam runs amok!
But if you try sometimes...
“I saw her today at the reception”
My eyes filled with changing emotions
In satin gown and fire brand hair
A china doll beyond the display case
Happiness was breathing the air
“In her glass was a bleeding man”
A shadow of someone on the platform
I could see his face wracked in pain
Scars of here and prior altercations
Acid falling in the guise of rain
“She was practiced at the art of deception”
Behind that sequined mask she stood hiding
A smile painted in pastel red
Pretending a friendship is more than just golden
Wishing the other were endlessly dead
“Well I could tell by her blood-stained hands”
Pointing fingers dripping in excess waste
Smearing the drapes of lipstick poetry
Planting a seed of doubt deep within
Smirking as she said these words to me
“You can’t always get what you want”
Written with the help of the Rolling Stones classic - "You can't always get what you want" The italicized lines are lyrics from the song.
How unappealing... the missus went bananas
courtesy hurling mandarin oranges.
Yes quite juvenile
unladylike childlike behaviour,
mine wife oft times doth display,
I do not deplore
yours truly reckons
tis futile effort causing furore
aye attest bull
in china shop incorrigible hardcore
exhibited by spouse
out of bounds antics bon jour
earlier within marriage
shenanigans twas the stuff
back in the day
sparking altercations, haint no lore
regarding wedded bliss
muddle aged doozy storied
married couple expressing
mutual love nevermore
did deux disparate
birds of a feather flock together
espousing total mortal kombat
(with looming fruity weapon
of mass destruction
living below poverty dirt poor
surviving (barely) hand to mouth
unable to afford
top of line high grade
clean atomic bombs rapport
re: ruining our reputation
as hoity toity main liners
portraying child's play
conflicts in East/West Timor
almost annihilating each other
i.e. zee Harris family
plus well nigh turning
planet Earth into vapour.
Sober realization of brinksmanship
brought now auld
geezers (defanged & harmless)
flinging foodstuffs cold
and/or frozen leftovers
(carbon dated), petrified extolled
as delicacy among Neanderthals,
who would value and
cherish fruit lobbed as
love's labour's lost more precious
(as a physical expression of affection)
more so than fine spun gold
thee rented man cave serves
atavistic trait hard rock cafe
functions as pleasant reminder,
where one percent genetic
stock originated (think noggin
rock hard iron maiden mold).
Backtrack to years spanning 2000-2010
wen furious red hot poker rage
twas unmanageable when living
under duress within Penn Valley
even tranquilizers could not assuage
harkening back when yours truly
under threat courtesy battle ax
and her henchwomen,
which matriarch took immediate dislike,
née rabid (foaming
at the mouth loathing)
towards yours truly
them days outright state
of undeclared warfare
found fury within me
exceeding the wrath of Kong!
Thank dog, I mellowed since then
gratuity prescription medication.
A feint attempt to stab myself...
quickly found the missus ready to faint
Like a madman possessed
by mailer daemon lemme acquaint
ye with the following verse, I will bepaint
momentary horror, where yours truly
entered momentary third eye blind rage
loosing violent constraint
nearly thrust knife
into right leg without restraint,
which curtailed prospective martyrdom,
thus scotching, nullifying, denying...
me anointed apostolic saint
plus stripping christened name,
one Matthew Scott,
cuz he threatened to harm himself
invariably with permanent
leg a see did taint
moment of spontaneity
instantaneously vanished without a trace
when irrational brandished
white as a ghostly corpse petrified wife,
who merely felt playfully frisky
I haint kitten,
yours truly reflexively reached
for paring, quartering,
halving deboning, cutting...
said kitchen utensil
nearly sabotaged marriage
finding zee spouse suddenly widowed
(never writing last will and testament,
nor in fact ever drafting first)
as husband almost pitched himself
into wuz bin realm
courtesy short nasty brute
mine generic doppelganger
harkening back to dem good ole days,
when regular altercations occurred
heralding grab regarding lovely bag of bones
birds of prey didst carrion and buzzfeed
scavenging any shred of wedded bliss
which auld lang syne times
well nigh witnessed fisticuff strife,
though these previous half dozen years
considerably less rife and riddled
with expletive strewn epithets
that cut sharper than a dull knife.
Momentary loss of reason
every now and again
finds me skull comfortably numb
just another brick in the wall
reckoning, we don't need no education
acquiring diploma courtesy
hard skool of knocks alumnus
attests he experienced
arduous, horrendous, opprobrious, and venomous
environment pinterest tingly linkedin
with congenital predisposition to anxiety/
panic attacks in toto
enroute visiting Wizard of Ozzy Osbourne.
Joy over fear
Joy beyond tears
Tears of emancipation
Tears because of altercations
Altercations because of pride
Altercations because of confusion
Confusion about what’s real
Confusion about what’s fake
Fake news
Fake friends
Friends to die for
Friends to forgive
Forgive the bad thoughts
Forgive our understanding
Understanding that we can change
Understanding that fate won’t change
Change comes with a fight
Change hurts
Hurts to be different
Hurts to stay the same
Same routine
Same mistakes
Mistakes challenge the brain
Mistakes are forgiven
Forgiven trespasses
Forgiven truth
Truth is that we are trapped
Truth is that we are free
Free of decisions
Free to fight
Fight for freedom
Fight for control
Control the city
Control the world
World domination
World war
War on the minds
War on the soul
Soul seeking grace
Soul on fire
Fire on earth
Fire that burns forever
Forever in tranquility
Forever we fall
Fall into turmoil
Fall into oblivion
Oblivion full of control
Oblivion full of darkness
Darkness
Control
(alternately titled:
why yours truly crafted six electronic aliases).
No rhyme nor reason beatle browed
beastie boy long ago
created INXS of half dozen
email addresses gallivanting
feigning himself a most sought after
singular modest beau
courtesy crass brazen duplicity
eventually forced to eat crow
campy bonehead devoured carrion
(blech) property extinct dodo.
Egregious discreet escapades
sneeze silly explains at chew
(albeit lamely) philandering,
foolish extramarital dalliances,
I now regret and genuinely eschew
interesting complete one hundred eighty
sobering perspective regarding grandview
emotional shell shocked fallout experienced
courtesy this wanderlust myopic
quite reformed practicing Jew
whose doubting thomas belief, credo, dogma...
closely aligned with Unitarianism milieu
dirty deeds done dirt cheap willingly crafted
previous poems offering adulterated preview
years after, the missus
got told deux gals I did hammer, nail and screw
at present juncture within space time continuum,
yours truly maintains critical view
bespeaking polygamous antics,
now reviled when garden variety
generic primate initially acted cagey
while going bananas within human zoo.
I sought amorous affections
(think verboten fruit) cuz marriage went askew
(daily altercations transpired
between me and the missus),
thus as iterated above
unhappy husband stealthily finagled bravado
(dreamt up one after another digital pseudonyms
blithely cavorting debauchery ejaculating
unsuspecting self incrimination) cyber sex debut
successfully launched prurient hitherto
novel short lived role as Casanova
starring me... Matthew
Scott Harris whose hubris
coursed thru mine every sinew
until... worst fate than being caught
by cannibalistic Zulu.