Long Fixations Poems
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Toward Material Trappings
Gold and silver upholds
true value capitalist money tree
Thrown down upon gaunt
lit alter of Midas,
treasured as current sea
Countless denominations
cashiered legal tender to grant
Rich Midas, who straddles
diamond compound,
billed as sacred Kant
Tickles with dollar signs
motley foolish crue scrambling
towards drawbridge gate
Pedestrians malingering
hungry thirst
for wealth of nations to satiate
Inexorable appetite
for wanton money to amass
Fuels reverence
all that glitters even brass
Whence madding crowd
behaviour cruel and crass
Deplorable if perceived
from one-way looking glass
Fool hardiness to revere
what beast called money,
lucre, and green back
Can buy - sweeping across
World Wide Web
scarring globe on fast track
Toward accumulating
high excess lavish life harried style
parade with pomp
and swiftly tailored circumstances while
Ninety nine percent
of less wealthy live hand to mouth
Envying those billeted
behind sealed mansions
east, west, north and south
Except this dollar less chap,
who could not give a rat’s tush
For ka-ching melodic sound
twenty four seven that does swoosh
In burlap sack clothes
and bank accounts preferring
to slog and push
Along boulevard of broken dreams
that resembles nothing but mush
Yet preference prevails
foregoing attachment
to government sanctioned loot
Freeing mind and body trying
to cherish voluntary simplicity,
which does suit
This quest for knowledge seeking writer,
who disparages
tooting his own horn
Nor imposing personal philosophy
that gives reason exuberantly to exhale
Versus vacuity and purposelessness
sans, blind faith toward Holy Grail
Goading most people to persevere
for millions of bucks over hill and dale
Despite owning next to nothing,
yet detaching psychological
bond that doth choke
Ability to experience unfettered psyche
likened to oxen iron bound yoke!
never could this baby boomer papa –
lviii orbitz round mister sun as I write while wife
at present (takes her siesta) imagine
dragons, killer Queen Latifah countless ways,
thee first of deux daughters
would in vite learning how to comprehend
unfamiliar infant siren ear splitting strife
and mandatory pronto reception,
unwittingly ineluctably altering my life
prior to parturition of our eldest heiress,
ah wanna let
chew in on a bit about mess elf
before becoming a papa
no emotional, financial,
nor physical obligation dim manned did
obliged, nor required this bard **** to in debt
any of his waking and sleeping second,
minute, quotidian hour,
et cetera on behalf of another person Yukon bet
char sweet bippy, that despite initial onset
of anticipatory anxiety (no pet
tee personal issue; burping baby,
diapering, swaddling, et cetera fermi person
easily got shucked off), hitherto
didst any phenomena until then
force displacement of personal habits
to become secondary, and obviously,
seriously visibly up set
status quo, where embedded fixations
housed within this scribe
required reassignment of tasks
until salient event forced him to vet
any less important issues
to an unspecified future
date and/or time, which role
i.e. forsook luxury sans,
affordable focus on me,
and immediately didst force crash course
to keep figurative whet
stone sharp every waking
and sleeping moment of me life, yet....
though a crash course imposed role
viz immediate adjustment of mister mom
(which obviously necessitated significant sacrifice
upon the head of this major Tom)
never before until that juncture
such selfless experience ever met,
but in retrospect salutary outcome
found thoughts linkedin whereby
time never divided, partitioned,
or sectored off to another livingsocial being
I never took care of an infant,
when her crying heard
yet, the birth of E_ L_ H_ incurred
(born at Bryn Mawr Hospital),
No misleading innuendo, the universe will crescendo,
tuning the hearts of all resuming the art of fall and proceeding rise,
for when one die's so does part of another,
and for every father and mother there was one before,
so the chore's of life are waiting to to be adorned,
hearts need cleaning and the trash you've carried from the past can be deceiving,
so recycle the waste from your life and keep pace with what's right in your heart,
do your part and soon you will determine how far your definition of being a person takes you, find out what it takes to
attempt and not resent your chance to try,
for someone who never does is the exact reason why,
most people don't think love is worth it,
so they lay alone and keep the words with, the emotion behind staying still,
believe what your heart asks praying will come true,
and the pain for no reason won't numb too,
it will transgress from seem-less to life like the phoenix,
your free will shall be owned by no man,
but be aware of the applications program,
they construct tools to abduct your imagination,
they've found ways of attracting our natural fixations,
but be calm, you hold the world in the palm of your hands,
we lover's have plans for a peaceful world,
but only if you believe me, only if you're willing to stand up to the greedy
and put an end to oppression, upon my own reflection I find perfection from what's within us being exactly what we see around us,
stop waiting the god's have already found us,
they are wondering why we continue doing what hurts,
and remaining thinking life is just a curse..
but if we do nothing and wait we will be much to late for harmonious fate,
do your part and give gratitude, our earth depends on your attitude
no matter where your longitude or latitude is,
my absolute wish is for all to be loved, and when you look above
to the stars shining, know that light is reminding
of what will triumph over dark, for the tree of life has merely chipped its bark,
find what you love and find what you're willing to prove, wishing the world would change for peace, please remember I do too.
Handy dandy blues clues plain
all purpose favorite refrain
i.e. "impossible mission"
courtesy complimentary doppelganger
G.I. ("Government Issue", "General Issue",
or "Ground Infantry") Jane
in tandem with Alyson Chain
comes to the rescue attempting
to describe entrenched nonproductive
crippling psychological mindset ascertain
most any reader would consider insane
embedded deep within
genetic code possibly
inherited maternal grandfather,
who emigrated nineteenth century Ukraine,
he (purportedly tailor by trade)
only spoke Yiddish,
language used by Jews
in central and eastern Europe
before the Holocaust.
Originally German dialect with
words from Hebrew, and
several modern languages and
today spoken mainly in US, Israel, and Russia.
Mental illness, (or predisposition thereof)
linkedin courtesy heredity,
supposition nuts so crazy nor insane,
yet nothing further about biology
Iberia lee kant hex Spain
emotional status concomitantly
intertwined with possible causes
such as: Autoimmune, Behavioral,
Cognitive, Neurological,
Environmental - inextricably lodged
within cerebral domain
manifesting as countless
fixations, I disdain
(in retrospect) precious time forsaken,
and absolute zero benefits to gain,
and inflicted severe strain
father and mother felt helpless,
especially when anorexia nervosa
nearly imperiled life source villain
rent asunder body electric drivetrain
brought corporeal standstill
loosed maniac running
rampant within brain
emaciation delivered me
at death's door
prescribed medications Mellaril and Elavil
nsync with psychiatric intervention plus
mother as licensed practical nurse wayne
wright me malnourished body
nutrient fortified drinks,
I passively did abstain
eventually grudgingly gained weight
buffering scrawny skeletal
skein knee membrane
definitely stunted growth plus chain
reaction impacted livingsocial
courtesy thank you me private Charlemagne
promoted cultural revival known
as Matthew Scott Harris'
Carolingian Renaissance.
A grenade was placed inside my head to suspend me from my hobby.
The smoke did rise and choke my friends as I exited from the lobby.
A wicked shadow my path did cast that long lost working day,
it’s a shame I had to go insane and lead my peers astray.
Men did come to restrain my progress as I ripped apart their flesh,
what kind of force can stop a man who’s mind is made of mesh?
Within my mind I seek an answer to help reduce the strains,
it’s a shame, however, how I had to feast upon their brains.
I know not were to take my sorrow in such a lonely case,
perhaps I’ll have to find my mind and delay it’s quickened pace.
I am lost inside this endless world of multiple fixations,
but why the hell am I the one trapped in Cocaine’s stations.
There is no answer from above or anyone down below,
I can’t believe I cannot have just one last flake of snow.
My throat has dried to words my ears must cradle and then eat,
I cannot stand or even move, were the hell are both my feet?
Here I am to pay for all my addiction has destroyed,
it feels as if my skin does crawl as anger is deployed.
I have slept with time and pondered long, finding a direction,
My heart is scared and bruised about, but only from reflection.
I cannot fix this broken basket I once called my mind,
I’ll never reach normality again; I’ll always be behind.
How could such a decent life be killed away by spite,
I stop and ask myself again but all I see is white.
The walls suck me in as I shiver from withdrawal,
my bones start to crack and itch as rejection starts to sprawl.
I have learned my lesson deep and wide to never use again,
but now I have to face the fact that I once did begin.
PAINTER OF THE SKY
Before the beginning of all creations you were
You wove the very foundations to be seemingly fair
Everything stood firm and still
You did this by the words your mouths fill.
Seven centuries you took to paint
Man and birds and bears breathing your air without any faint
You called the Milky Way into being
Separating day from night since it was not so mean.
You called the waters to expanse from the land
All because you had in mind an eternal life planned
Yet the shadows of the Near East called you a myth
Walking in so great darkness and filth.
Darwin and those who make your words ineffective by their traditions
Hiding in their so called specimen and sample conditions
So I asked them to look at the sky and tell me
If it came by chance or free.
Let science say your colors were just cosmic conditions
Or there is a Painter of the sky who chose his colors without any fixations
From Kuwornu to Da Vinci no art can compare
To the void less nature of the earth you tear.
The blossom blooming blue skies
Where the flying creature flies
Tell me, if you know who ornamented the clouds with such garment adorning
And opened the storehouses of the snow to stop you from too much warming.
In your darkening council you speak words with no knowledge
You should have known it is all His privilege
That man will know and understand
And give account on the day all will stand.
In the presence of the great Painter of the skies
Judging generations whom with Him never made any ties
But will see face to face the Turner of years
Whom all will witness with such great horror and fears.
Core or hubs…
Change the chains related our mental health.
Free our slaves of silks and all untied.
China ill reputes may take a bath to wash.
Baths as French are beauty ways.
French has right and left and gather wings may think and talk and take their French politic steps reset or set together some.
Share the same or something rotten tastes exclusive all are china tyrants both with china jesters.
Ways with frills will need decors as china leaders charm offense or nasty nice with soft despotic.
Moral hazards all are china politic games with jungle laws.
Global games are china evil ways as cores or hubs.
Hardly seen are global worlds with evil hazes.
China landscapes all have lunatic fringes with china conquerors. Tibet DALAI LAMA must be sad. China lunatic fringes may ride and sail.
Tibet DALAI LAMA leave and flee are political groups abused by China tyrants ordered armies that called china P.L.A.
Helms as china Maoism teams with terms and names by doing crazy silly things in mania ways that made.
Cores and hubs are ways of fierce beasts but human self asserted and self esteems as all from starts to en. Will fixations also minds so complexes just are china commie till the old to new.
Self for means and cover all and attempt so much that all are acting cores or hubs of china commies those is such.
-------------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3-------------
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The wild night awakens from the dream of an imploding inferno,
Stretching lazily, with tangled strands like waves of darkness,
Tossing aside the serene blankets of the full golden winter moon,
To dance barefoot on frozen floors, like a lost silhouette.
Stumbling over morning's remnants, where thoughts like shards,
Crumpled and cold, cling to naked windows, dressed in bareness,
Shivering, the night listens as hungry fangs jangle bells,
While gusts of darkness ravage the cradles of forgotten dreams.
Gnawing the jaws of desolate dreamscapes, thoughts rush in,
Through obsessive loops of the mind, amid inescapable storms,
Where night huddles, adorned with fixations and grotesque graffiti,
Despair masquerades as cyclones of deception, mania as solutions.
Whispers of wind, earworms, are born from the cold silence,
Intercepting the celestial voice, cutting painfully into the sky's heart,
While angels' blood stains the doves of their white flight,
Anxiety floods in torrential rains, as hours writhe in noise.
The wild night wanders through midnight, caught by hurried tornados,
Eagerly awaiting the first light of resurrection, a promised miracle,
A sunrise of lost tranquility, like a promise of peace and solace,
And light to pierce the darkness, like a dream of rediscovered hope.
All those darn highs and lows,
all the forwards, backwards, ups and downs-
Of my mania I just couldn’t let go,
I found it to be an elated sensation
of monumental jubilation.
Then came the dreaded frowns,
leaving me in suffering condemnation-
But would medication bring alleviation?
I knew not any promising answers,
I only knew of excitement and euphoria-
It ate at me like wicked cancer,
I walked in a crazed rage,
always needing to be on center stage,
clenched and stuck in claustrophobia-
In real life I could not engage,
so, I decided to turn another page.
Of all the obsessive compulsions I was free,
in lunacy and frenzy, I used to be stuck-
It took much time and counsel from therapy,
released fixations, craved healing.
I started to enjoy the happiness I was feeling,
I finally found my good luck,
started making plans, my pain was revealing-
Now it was time for intense dealing.
It’s been almost nine years of happy health,
time flew with help of family and friends-
I need not riches nor wealth,
just simple things in my life,
like being a good mother and wife.
I was grateful for all the amends,
it freed me from drastic strife-
now I live my days of abundant rife.
Mania Contest
October 20, 2017
There is an addiction to being accepted
We all fall victim with the lies we tell
The skeletons we hide
This dopamine hit is what we crave
It dictates our every move
Every pawn is different
It's that drug we crave to fix it
To make you see all the more when there is really less
Could be a trauma could be a need to be important
Could be the need to escape
We all portray something different in every place we are
With every hat we wear a different complextion of who we are
We all create the fixations the way we handle this drug
How authentic we are or how scared we really are
This addiction becomes a mask a place to hide
Its the truth in all our lies
Many of you may disagree
But do many of us really know who the other person is
In a world dominated by technogly
How do we grow out of this need to make ourselves look more perfect then we are
This social media drug that makes us feel perfectly at ease
The tik toks of today make it so easy to be blinded
The facebooks of tomorrow promise a story
But whose story is really being told.
As i contemplate these thoughts
I'll post another update of how my life is truly not.
A show for you all to bask in a made up imagination of a broken child do to the addiction of being accepted