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Lost in gravity’s pull, unleashing are iniquitous racing rot,
obscure entities rush through, connecting the dots
pilfering, extracting inventory, my intestines in knots
distant incense fumes a conscious canopy, petals wafting open-air,
I sense an antediluvian forest, aflame, circling there
Gazebo’s trapezoid holds captive, naked, probed and jarred
A sceptic- doubting Thomas vanishing, broken in shards
fragments of glass banishing, misfit mosaic alters as prey
Trembling colors my core stripping to bone greys,
stumbling over intercranial eddies, whispering “This is not an SOS fortess”
I lift my listless body from off the whitened Kalli bench rest,
mustering up brawn to leave this camouflaged spaceship
gaining is the exotic and final trip
escaping shades of jade and eschewing a repetitive rot
at last, rejoining the existing world’s ongoing ellipsis—living dot dot dot
Let me share with you a shrilling moment, one I dreaded most. 'Twas another beautiful summer day, and a visiting day, at the beach steps away, the Lake Shrine. The layout an inexplicable charm, monks in saffron and garnet tinted robes draping each body, had welcomed me. I must have been aligned with the stratospheric, a nefarious nebula inside the meditation gazebo, I thought inviting and safe. Past mistakes had laid heavy in this dome, this world a jungle, pent up nerves generated, nerves stretched taut. The line inked about intercranial eddies who seemed to have spoken to me, was most difficult to pen. As a child hungry for the opaque curtains of mystery to be drawn, in which 'lamplights strange to these eyes', within my late-night shadowy bedroom, appeared. As an adult I seek answers, therefore removing the line. I’ve always been entertained by mind's photograph, I reflect upon.
The Gazebo
I Am Anaya
2/22/26
Battery (for Hyundai Sonata) Needed Today
Frugality worn by fiat generated
by alternate fickle finger of fate,
the plus side being said vehicle
parked here in public Salem's lot,
where I live with said diabolical mate
at highland manor apartments
penury run me underground in potter's
grave adversity doth unfortunately accelerate
curse to finance repairs of titled automobile,
more'n six months ago plus of late,
where saving impossible mission more
difficult than resurrecting the dead
even an atheist (like me) could activate,
thus this poet blithely doth adumbrate
posthumous renown much more likely than
mine corporel flesh (a complex conglomerate
edifice), essentially if present automotive
woe continues, one beastie boy aggregate,
oven ironic steely dan sing nature
unstoppable trooper, respectable,
and likeable rubber re: soul apostate
ascending, bridging, and
crossing unscheduled airdate
not set, whirling wide arms akimbo
webbed spirit world whose
self worth did depreciate,
this future disembodied
essence death will alleviate
he can deliberately leverage,
imagine, and envisage, I do articulate
mean, kickstartering (ill) luck knowing
postage overdue, I anticipate
outstanding debts unpaid
monies ash should urn
at grave robber's rate
within an eternity and
credit debits to eliminate
delay getting transported
into another dimension
NO colorful bedecked Apartheid
of time space, nonetheless
perhaps choosing reincarnate
entity formerly matter
of Matthew Scott Harris
doth unconsciously assimilate
painlessly whatsapp pining
for xfinity (away off into
verizon) accommodate
ting with easy equipoise no
difficulty to assimilate
linkedin with alternate
universe, where "FAKE" prelate
will presidentially usher
trumpet, shutterfly, annunciate
one successful Earthly gadfly,
donning imprimatur to communicate
with bone a fide skull fullness!
I see it now and I see it clear. Generations before saw their ways of life disappear. Now it’s us and now it’s here.
Technology does not feel pain or fear.
Where joy was found for hours throwing kerb ball or scimming stones. Where life was learned by grazes, cuts and broken bones. Where life was played outside and dreams were real. We did not need a screen to tell us how to feel.
Technology knows its power and knows it’s real.
So, with fingers scrolling not to miss! With apps and influencers telling us to do or buy this! Where is the wonder, where is the thought? Tramping ‘round shops was almost a sport! Drawing pictures of the garden in the rain. Airfix kits with pieces hanging all over the place. Making spaceships with blankets and up-turned chairs. Scaleletric was pure amaze!
Technology controls and we don’t seem to care!
On the tube or train conversation seems to be rare. Too busy watching YouTube clips of someone changing their hair! Headphones on whenever outside. Always someone or something in real time in their minds.
Technology lives and invades part of the whole. Soon technology will tell us what we need to know! Soon technology will be more than real. Soon technology will dictate what we want, are, think and feel.
Nirvana awaits dada dear
thine paternal parent,
who helped sire yours truly,
a widower these
last fourteen plus years,
he laments absence,
and sorely misses presence
regarding scatterbrain spouse,
single word description,
he would readily concur
appellation linkedin with
bubbly headed just legal bride
born November thirteenth
ninety thirty five
learned thru the grapevine
(I must telephone him...
before the curtain call...,
whence his spirit
exits stage door left,
cashes in chips
gives up ghost
kick the bucket
rest in peace
et cetera, cuz
heavy sadness still pronounced
since me birth mother (his wife)
departed about three years
following grim terminal prognosis
metastatic uterine cancer
sabotaged her vivacious person
doggedly die hard zest
Arthur Murray ballroom instructor
unbridled questing nabbed,
(albeit flirtatious Lolita)
husbanded coy demeanor
snookered young, tall, slender,
handsome, athletic bachelor
unwitting prime ketch
female instinct pheromone scented
bewitched, enthralled, intoxicated...
pretty thang wrought yoked
without resistance ohm mat tickly
generated electric charm
crackled, popped, and snapped
synapses nsync between infatuated pair
future groom invoked flying colors
courtesy maternal grandmother
marriage spanned approximately half century,
not entirely wedded bliss,
yet each swore fidelity to the other
..."until death do us part".
Lost in the enthralling love that radiates from another’s soul
That one soul you are connected, when separated you feel a pull
An unseen rope between two hearts, generated and integrated by love
Something so lovely and pure it must emanate from the heavens above
More beautiful than roses, more beautiful than materialistic lust
More beautiful than the magnificent view atop a mountain, a must
This love is something more that only conjoined hearts understand
You want to scream at the top of your lungs and yell start the band
A connection that no thing and no one could break
Certainly it is something in opposite of fake
I love you more than anything in the world
You know I’ll always be your devoted girl
Love came out of nowhere like the best smack in the face
We wanted more but were scared to pick up the pace
With fearful and weary hearts
We decided to let this start
About this beauty there is nothing that I regret
The night I saw you, the night we met
When we first spoke the magical feelings revealed
Nothing could explain this, or break what has been sealed
Our bond has grown over the years
Always happiness and rarely tears
Your love supports me, embraces me for all that I am
You forget my flaws, about those you don’t give a damn
Opening the unseen doors
of nature
Humans came into this
earth to reign
They came in like a
vibration of sound
Like a crown on the head of
the time
They came in just like a
welcome song
Which stars from above had
composed
When the nature welcomed
them with joy
Though empty to deliver a
welcome party
Far away almost thousand
light years away
May be when the Gods
were not yet born
Having fallen apart like a
huge burning lump
Which fell off from the sun
to cool as Earth
When life sprouted on the
earth in molecules
When life came up as a
stage by stage show
When a song generated
from the breeze on hills
A song of adoration was
sung to praise the Gods
From the processing of the
atom to molecules
Life was given to man like a
song given to sing
When the nature showered
its blessings as gifts
When dusk became
romantic partners of man
When the world wore the
robes of the rainbow
Man made sculptures called
life in various types
When made different doors
to enter to enjoy life
When nature delivered
seasons to amuse in life
With richness from the
bounty delivered by Earth
With wings of assumptions
the Earth stood in joy
Seeing the Gold being
reaped in full abundance
Sun started getting wild
with rage and sheer envy
When the eyes of Venus
became blood red in anger
They started sending
messages in the wind and
rain
Commanding to send the
humans to them to work
To make their planet also
place like earth in beauty
On Halloween, someone
Wore Jackie’s pink suit,
All spattered with blood –
She thought it a hoot.
The Rose Garden’s gone
Like the East Wing’s demise,
Though none of these acts
Should be any surprise.
We live in a time
Where behavior’s debased
And where gilt covers up
All the class it’s replaced.
With a leader unhinged
And the government cowed,
Will we ever regain
What once made us so proud?
Our Jacqueline days
Have been dragged through the mud
When now people can laugh
About feces* and blood.
*Truth Social showed an AI-generated
video of He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named
in a fighter jet dropping feces on “No Kings”
protesters.
Feint faint "Fake" no nor'easter
If putsch comes to shove,
aye ain't no doggone fraidy cat
nor chicken little
fearing coup d'état,
yours truly simply
risk averse, and more exact,
he stays sequestered
within these four walls,
cuz tis safest inside this flat
always... mein kampf,
I remember when fertilization begat
after nine months in utero...
ah dat womb dar full habitat
i.e. uterus cradled humanity, whereat
teeming bajillions primates
peopling planet Earth
couples made lovey dovey after spat
(which species among
other flotsam and jetsam),
got shot out (think) analogous
muzzle loaded gat
excellent marksman aimed
then squirted packed heat hot
as summer temperature
gets within Gujarat
recorded courtesy, thee
oldest functioning thermostat,
albeit microcosmic primordial vat
testy sea men don
(May comb hairy
gah great again) conical hat.
I surmise proto humans
especially storied hall
(conjured in Peer Gynt
by Edvard Grieg
of mountain king)
trumpeted, tooted thwacked,
and announced presence
courtesy posterior primal mating call,
which vibrant cheekiness heard all
around the mulberry bush to Gaul
hmm... maybe e'en hot air
inspired Marc Chagall,
while sitting atop porcelain throne,
nonetheless scandalous
rectal blasts methinks help explain fall
of Rome, whereby noxious
generated silent but deadly nauseating
noisome pall mall
felled friend and foe alike
analogous on minuscule
scale to Chernobyl
level 7 nuclear accident
also linkedin, when
Polar Vortex doth stall
across avast swath planet Earth
forcing quick thinkers to marshall,
what (mathers) matters
such as... antique pinball
machines worth a mint,
a to install.
With a middle name as "Flag this Scapegoat,"
I best not be surprised bullied from cutthroat
villains (supposedly kind hearted facilitators/
moderators, sans Facebook administrators, but
woe whiz me hyperbole 4 lite dramatic affect),
mine psyche stung, when months after months
no incidents of lamentable discrimination did
I experience until...early this last week in Feb.
rue weary - BAM, many poems dispatched to
various and sundry Facebook poetry groups in
das scrim min hit lee suddenly generated host
till lit tee (within me every fiber and sinew) re-
guarding justifiable explanation necessitating
why (albeit vaguely worded electronic message),
yours truly did not comply with stipulations,
when no objectionable outburst could be linked
in with contents mainly implicating myself as
this doubting Thomas (foolhardy fella) rarely
loosed, lobbed, launched brickbats against no
one within madding crowd, hence exert at tent
heaven esse, when choosing my words, a shock
sparked anger upon a deluge of unexpected (the
equivalent of slap on the face) without warning
to address any unacceptable issue, which ready
corrections this mindful scribe would attend, no
questions asked, then methought an opportunity
presented itself to express displeasure, whether
warm reception ala royal carpet treatment took
place even if I brought a ratty old Scottish mat),
thus the mere exercise to expunge pent up anger
(electronically) automatically, excellently, and
immediately reduced agitation, an opportunity
to modify my behavior since pathetic unhealthy
modus operandi earlier during mein kampf, the
necessity to free emotions as a youngster beak
came internalized, whereat cumulative instances
when browbeaten, effectively - indiscriminately
needled, taunted, et cetera found me to swallow
indignities against mine person to communicate
without resorting to violent threat, which would
ratchet up a minor fracas into a major altercation.
Three letters one word, one sentence
One idea, one ideal, one sequence
of generating generated art that even AI
cannot duplicate because I
just tried to use ChatGPT to compose
This soliloquy and please before you start, those
of you that think for me to do so is fraud-like
There’s little for me about you to like
And you see the real issue here, the problem
lies when you try to use the system
because how will you begin to describe a rose?
Is it the smell, the name, the beauty, the function? All those
are all multilayered and you can’t just slam it a name
Beautiful. Damn it's not just the same.
And that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you
Refined, elegant, intelligent, beautiful, mon Dieu
It’s not just something I could label with one word
One of those of which you’ve heard
That they eclipse the sun wherever they are
While others walk on the moon, they are the star
Like the purple gold of the bolivianita
Brilliance all colliding in the chiquitita
It’s a great an honor for me you see
That this seraph knows me
And if I was to give her a face a being
Joy, joy that’s her thing.