Long Instinctually Poems

I don’t remember my first introduction to the idea of same sex couples. I don’t remember the first time I was told it was a “bad” thing.
All I remember is how it felt each time...

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Harriet Harris circa November 13th, 1935 - ~ May 4th, 2005

untimely death sentence ordained 
approximately six months prior 
to mother dearest celebrating 
her seventieth birthday,
though the last three years of her life
impacted courtesy hysterectomy
to remove...

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Harriet Harris née Kuritsky circa November 13th, 
1935 - ~ May 4th, 2005
(untimely death sentence ordained ~ early February 1935)

I trot out a poem acknowledging birthday
of dear ole mom, who succumbed, 
lost lease on life
nearly...

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Solitary rituals of mourning the write way, right?

Papa... bless his (your) heart and soul,
impossible mission your second born
sole male heir cingularly communicates,
viz his avocational crafted poem, since
written words, mine metier
write most pained words

with great difficulty,...

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(huff fin Bach seat driver)...

Aye kin recall when both offspring
     (yay high) as a small child
and now ma deux daughters
     (fledgling young chicks
    ...

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Harriet Harris circa November 13th, 1935 - ~ May 4th, 2005
(untimely death sentence ordained ~ early February 1935)

Test teasing prophylactics embarrassing
purchase never made at local drugstore
unsurprisingly, obviously, invariably...
birth control taboo subject, best to ignore
subsequently intercourse...

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“The wood feels so cold,” she thinks,
Running her hand along the freshly, waxed surface,
“And his tie is not straight.”
Her trembling fingers instinctually reach in,
Repositioning the ruffled fabric,
“There, that’s better,” she smiles,
Leaving her palm resting on...

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no emotionally ecstatic experience compares 
   to the seminal instance 
   whence spermatozoa 
   (from profuse ejaculation) beget

the miraculous propensity 
   to procreate despite the steep odds...

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Unadulterated emotional anguish linkedin...

Regarding inconsolable screaming infant
christened Matthew Scott Harris woke
eureka insight about said newborn self,
experiences ultra sensitivity courtesy
loud noises and/or sleep disruption.

I purportedly cried mine
trademark noisy hullabaloo
no matter pallor turned
fifty plus shades of blue
nonstop...

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“Scrabbled”



I could write a book
about all your dance moves
fire handed on a platter
heart beating like a hammer

a body of work
glanced at nonchalantly
on an open floor
dance cards marked, 

silent deals made
and understood
blind man’s bluff 
toe tapping...

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Welcome little child.
Welcome to the wild
Now open your eyes and see all that is untame. 
You have a long journey ahead 
many miles to tread, 
but for right now within your mother's arms you must...

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Conceived In Sin - 
Cincinnati, Ohio
(most Up To Date Virgin)

Any attempt for fecund woman
to successfully counteract biologic
reproductive force to whit
deserves grudging testes
meant to garner at least tidbit
sans, ejaculated kudos (by Dickens),
where aborted squirt,
viz skin flute,...

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A skunk wanted to be treated
Just like all the other cats
He brainstormed and finally thought
Of a way to get him as liked
He would have to change his appearance
To make himself look like a cat
The only...

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I sit. watching out the window.
snow falls gently through the crisp air.
a tingle, sprite-fully dances over my skin.
my fingers instinctually relieve the sensation
with a brush of my nails.

How long has it been.
Since I last touched...

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I've found no rest under the veil. 
Terrors spool their wretched gifts
atop a haggard pillow- lying in wait. 
Waiting for my conscious mind to 
become exasperated enough to 
fall from the fraying rope of sanity.
I...

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From the very conception
We were born of good and evil -
Born from coitus pure and carnal,
But born angelic from inception - 
Or were we just morally neutral?

Just as children learn of good,
So do they learn...

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It’s medicinal,
Matters of the heart,
Once felt, 
Can risk being torn apart.
Abandoned,
Left forsaken,
This soul of mine,
Where has it been taken?
Wish I could awaken,
I used to dream,
One day it’ll be me,
Instead
Fortitude has forgotten me,
Begotten not devotion,
But constant...

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Dear Id,

Once again, I find my mind making the same journey into your deepest ocean of questions I can never fathom. So many times I've told myself it's such a complete waste of time to...

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Aggressive pursuit for what I desire
Reigned in by none, my sign burns of fire
Instinctually drawn to lead, not follow
Eager to conquer, my pride I can't swallow
Savoring life with every breadth of my being

Bold thinking, quick...

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As we awake from a slumber
Life begins to unfold
And what we do in those moments
Of course, Is yet to be known

Typically, we do what we value
Instinctually we repeat it our whole life
Sometimes it works in...

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There was a wave of emotion thrown from the crimson bathed sea. 
As the warmth of the morning sunlight wrapped it's blanket around me. 
The water below being thrown against the rugged rocks with ease....

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We were born into a sabotaged life,
Darwin's Theory of Evolution. 
Protruding branches trapped by the tree of life,
but sunlight produces chlorophyll, the attribution revolution.

We had to fight to be born,
against gravity, disease and other sperm.
Millions...

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