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Sisyphus had Syphilis which had traveled to his brain
a man of pleasure once but now he was stuck on a slope
got no spouse no kids to help not even a demimondaine
had he been lucid he’d abandoned his toil or used a rope
tied fast to the mountain peak but failed and tried in vain
could have down with magic fruit or used a whiff of dope
he had serious attachment issues in his case with a stone
had used a self help guide which requested him to let loose
counsellors were scarce in ancient times so he asked a crone
of doubtful provenance yet her advice was very much obtuse
bury a crow at midnight’s peak she posited but tie it to a bone
but as the legend goes he had no string so he had an excuse
boulder line syndrome one would say in current modern times
anxiety anger panic attacks and obsessive compulsive traits
could have done with cognitive therapy to overcome his climbs
he would not surrender though to failure and heavy weights
repeat attempts of treating madness had left him in dire straits
had post traumatic stress that mounted up in repetitive confines
his folks had told him ever so kind to not give up the challenge
to be resilient in face of hardship or defeat and when troubled
unless you stand firm and accept your task life will take revenge
obedient as he was made to be his senseless efforts he redoubled
was adamant that it was his pursuit to lift rocks to build a henge
his venereal illness helped in a strange way to not feel too befuddled
a place of worship on a plateau could not be erected in one session
he knew it might take a lifetime of labour effort and determination
foundations are the basis and he continued with undeterred passion
his fellows simply watched astonished with his tolerance for frustration
they thought we knew all along that lewd hookers left quite an impression
and intercourse if unprotected facilitates bedlam insanity and degeneration
05th July 2020
Defecation clogged toilet bowl courtesy metamucil..
and found (me) zee papa pooped out
**** eyes zing thee
nightly dump for yesterday
July 8th, 2020 - whereby
plunger helped obstruction give way
I nearly lost me life and limb oy vey
oh my dog, the same asinine outcome
which spurred poet to get underway
matter of fact, a replay
of excretion almost occurred today
and thus an attempt to describe
a tragicomic scenario
regarding bowel movement size of subway
overflowing potty nearly
found yours truly quay
king, yet impossible mission
arises to portray
unsightly situation, the
juvenile elements of style
I hate to overplay
odoriferous subject matter
nsync with constipation
since laxative delineates,
expedites, facilitates,... née
posits heavy load emanating out rectum
quite amazing what smelly waste
exits out me
necessitating captain my captain
to signal mayday
posterior end, a dime size orifice,
which malfunctioning sphincter muscles
one moost never be lackaday
'though kids and adults
laughed back in the day,
if and/or when Danny Kaye
tactfully poked fun
at such critical bodily phenomenon
equally important as a jackstay
to keep afloat body electric
'curse with auxiliary
linkedin kickstarting jazzmatazz interplay
analogously precise as
Swiss made timepiece
said system responsible
to expel bodily toxins
upon which sitting on porcelain throne
one can softly utter hooray
thankful to experience relative pleasure
until one becomes feeble minded,
whereat fifty plus shades of gray
matter allows, enables, and
provides enjoyably foray
into the bathroom, which entranceway
hoop fully not barred nor off limits
cuz that primitive urge one best not delay
lest one requires lower
gastrointestinal intervention
especially if blocked up
fecal matter turns to clay
unless of course one doth
cause damage and betray
respect toward well
oiled human machine
exercising and eating healthy
avoiding backside skeleton musculature issues
yes... I reckon during twilight years
control over bowels doth slip away.
the nose chakra vibrates
celebrating pranic breath drawn
commingled with bliss that never abates
God’s boundless grace is what presence counts on
the thirty three stringed spine as always stands erect
with tranquil heart balancing all energies in its fold
as a receptor we simply do as God does direct
revealing our aura aflame in hues of gold
awareness bilocation is now the norm
dancing in form and motionless in the void
kundalini moves as she likes birthing a bliss storm
whilst Shiva facilitates existence in stillness unalloyed
with ego erased we no longer weigh, measure or size
assigning no meanings to benedictions of grace
as we metamorphose we slowly do realise
God always holds us in close embrace
Half past December the dim light comes
Transfers gray images reflected on the lake
From clouds crowding the sky about to cry
Huddled near by are the strange mountains
Holding scenery together just close by
Calm facilitates a kaleidoscopic morning rite
Maneuvers with blue birds dipping down to take a drink
Makes ripples in the time line they deserve
Thirst works with maturity in harmony with nature
The common observer takes it all in at once
They come to the conclusion that all is well
There is more to be perceived if given more time
To a paradox generated to facilitate the calm
There is no sin in simply breathing
Jazz Horn
Now put your left foot forward.
Next put your right foot ahead.
See how that works?
See how the workings of these two appendages
Facilitates the outcome
Of one continuous forward motion
To where you’re going … in this world?
Welcome, my friend,
To this deliciously dark dish of desperate cravings!
Look all around you as we walk this stalking street.
See all the dark places.
Where countless lost souls huddle in bare survival,
And share the hot knob over a weak fire.
I can hear a jazz horn, way off in the distance there.
It’s surely there, and it reassures me I’m still living, here.
Maybe some words by Langston Hughes might be nice right now.
Please, my friend, do me the honor.
Oh, I see. You don’t have your poetry anthology.
And it’s dark too.
Let us then visit the old pawnbroker
Mr. Tattoo Neck knows the price for our private fears.
Piss puddles and crushed beer cans.
And an old used tire hanging hopelessly
By the cracked front window.
I see the world is one inch closer to doom since last we talked.
May we rest in peace, my friend.
Any murders lately on the street?
I hear the blond dish in Shire Apartments has moved out.
Black sooty smashed gum and litter of coupons and girlie guides.
Only one killing this week, my friend.
The butcher from 27th street; the guy who never talked to anyone.
His bowling ball is in the window.
Life is hard. It knocks you on the head when you least expect it.
I hope I make it.
I don’t know if some ******* will come in here and shoot me in the face!
I live my whole freaking life scared!
It’s ridiculous that we all have to be hostages to these evil people.
The city grows darker at night.
I have noticed it because I live mostly with the night.
The night is my secret lover, and there is no other.
The city is as dark as nothing in the middle of nowhere.
Something bigger than a final sunset is needed.
You know what I mean, my friend?
Here, I will buy you that jazz horn there.
You can sweetly serenade me,
And lovely night naked,
As we make love here
In the calming mad darkness.
rapid blink rate
sensory
seamless hum rate
heartbeat
epitomises attributes
of our inner being
as dweller of our heart
to who we are tethered
by stuporous awareness
attuning therein we are
in wholeness of being
ascended
our mind that is
as embodied
questions
who is the dweller
of our inner being
so pulsating
we could of course
go on ad infinitum
but in doing so
we will be lost in trance
losing our grip on reality
for the moment it would suffice
to align with our soul
or what ever we label it as
who has announced its presence
by manifesting as such
at our very core
silence is the enabler
that on dropping lower mind
facilitates our bilocation
that we be present
both ‘here’ and ‘there’
simultaneously
embodying higher awareness
of the dweller within
who is us
as we are it
aided by omnipresence
of universal consciousness
has no room for narrow identity
which thus simply must disappear
in as felt by mind-body awareness
the rapid vibrational rate
seen as flicker of space
felt as a magnetic hum
sets aflame each pore of being
gripped in sublime bliss mists surreal
that we are here, within existence
and yet present as a witness
to the miracle of life
Bully me, yours truly
never ordained, gifted, or blessed
with mien mean characteristic
evoking, jump/kickstarting,
representing, nor zapping
friend or foe courtesy fiery intimidation
if anything aura, charisma, dogma, and karma
emanating, issuing, and oozing out
body electric of one heretofore bookish fellow
immediately facilitates characterization
hashtagged lucubration and manifestation of quietude.
Though true agitation transparent to passersby
soul asylum of sexagenarian beleaguered
with invisible mailer daemons
that hound the psyche
of this doggone muttering bonafide wordsmith.
In argot of polymath author of these words,
(the modestly noteworthy
opportunistic, poetic Matthew Scott Harris)
essentially he describes himself
as a generic simple Simon,
who never met a pieman
his mellow outward demeanor
belies, harbors, and represses
a quaking, raging bull, and seething
tempestuous storm beneath the calm,
which faux placidity
shields a woke monster
(donned in Harris tweed and Scottish tartan)
mashing everything in his wake
courtesy huge feet
resembling puff daddy bear paws.
Though found out later in life
than most muggles
aforementioned humble
human like bipedal hominid
discovered extraordinary ability
to morph from dimwitted dork dweeb
into grim faced, frightful,
albeit gentle unassuming
pygmy up by the petard giant extraordinaire,
which latent superpower
never served him in good stead
to ward off cruel classmates and peers
tormenting teasing taxing
terrorizing treatment til tears
trickled down my cheeks.
Every now and again,
when some nasty brutish beastly lout
dares to utter colorful invectives,
a gradual transformation
slowly but surely occurs
within every baited cell
(automatically summoned, triggered,
and unveiled courtesy a bitterly
deadly force to be reckoned with
deep within these lovely bones)
witnessing sudden bravado and daring do
additionally helped along after I discretely
chomp on powder milk biscuits
(the secret recipe only known
to forbidding Norwegian bachelor farmers)
giving an unexpected
judicious Hawaiian punch
to the loathsome miscreant
(never knowing what hit him)
knocking said thug out in cold blood.
Big war inc.. Is currently promoting, a war in Ukraine
And war in Isreal and Gaza, the war not being prom-oted
Is the truly global one against all humanity.' It did get some
Exposure when epstien got jail, a little more when maxwell
Followed, and some more when Angel studios produced
(The sound of freedom film) that hollywood I hear was by
Nefarious means suppressing and spreading misinfo
About, it became a blockbuster film ( it is drawn from true
Life actions ) of ex- c i a agent Tim Ballard, and shows
How child and people traffiking is a ' real buisness ' which
War facilitates.! I think anybody reading may get the
Picture.?
A child of the light..I was always an early riser, before i was one year old i would climb up a bedroom dresser and sit with
My back to the mirror watching my sleeping parents.' Yes I am a lover of light.'
From a bright land.. I detest dark practices
And have on more than one occasion, told
Strangers of their occoult acts.' Uncovered
Them in sight of God and man.' I am
seething just as oil boils, so my blood burns at any strike against innocent people, especially acts designed to degrade and humiliate, I am against war as it facilitates
Much of that.' I always bear in my mind the
Genocide of hitlers plan ' And his idea to
Form Europe into one power block, and that i see before my eyes, trying to emerge yet now, world-wide' Its not
going to be stopped unless, you have
the same realisations, if not you will shuffle
along..In
The same hopeless old manner.i espouse to call out ethnic genocode..I am against all wars, and, wish and pray for
peace, I cling to. God and His great
goodness, manifest in Jesus Christ; Amen.'
*Image of A Fallen Smirk by DG.
Brace For Impact
Pillar of society, creme de la creme, important person,
one to be reckoned by indeed.
One who's untouched by palls, frails near a radiant ray
growing escorts doth proceed.
Voice of distinction whose speeches are unchallenged
by its assertion that's decreed.
Unphased episodes courses the agendas, a sequence
that discerns simper's precede.
A tempestuous dominance succeeds ominously, envy
malcontents opposition brews.
A reddish rosebud blossom pleasantly teases passing
precious sinless longing views.
Momentarily, likely hopefuls sufficed with promiscuity,
as castles are in the air amuse.
Tease now meets, precious turns valuable, the sinless
goes erringly, a longing peruse.
It's Victor Victoria all o'er again, contentious contempt
prompt convenient conveyance.
Spun wove a collaring, intrigues the unconscious prey
lifeline throbbings flit abeyance.
Reflections forfeited understanding, extending affairs
remaining heartfelt purveyance.
A cunning round effortlessly played a quagmire knew
a must to revisit the surveyance.
Gameplayers oriented with odds best strategy, ne'er
is an even field, someone loses.
The furnishings and ambiance, constant the unwary
yet, talented eyes espy cruises.
The vibrant and the figurative ignored the trappings
materializes oneness' enthuses.
Benumbed by skepticism facilitates a stirring, bestill
as mesmerizing coequals fuses.
Skulked fogs' ethereal coursing mauling hilltops full
as the penthouse lights dwindle.
Midst Aurora's wake a bliss wanes, as lights reclaim
the wilting as a mint thorn tingle.
The advent baffles confused as concealed cameras
videos live and reporters mingle.
Crushed stand, a ring falls, plays another team, not
alone, brace for impact, a kindle.
2022 June 22
*1st Place*
This or That, Vol 12
~~Edward Ibeh: Judging 2022 July 01