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HE ALWAYS LOVED ME 4-2-09
All of my life, He loved me
I first took notice of it
When I was about three(3)
Every tear, every frown
Lifts my spirit, when I need to be unwind
At age seven(7)
He taught me, how to be a true friend
And how to return genuine love
Even way back then
When I was about nine or ten(9-10)
Someone else took my innocence
Who’d I thought was a family friend
And…That Man Loved Me
By Eleven or possibly twelve(11-12)
It happen to me again
So I took off running away from Him
Because of another horrible man
That wasn’t the plan
When I was fourteen(14)
I felt no longer clean
thought I
Had no father figure to listen to
My hopes and dreams
By fifth teen(15)
I found my first love
We indulged in adult things
We had no business, we had a child
And…This Man Still Loved Me
With unconditional love, and a lot of beguile
At Seventeen(17)
I was on my second bout, with another mans child
But He still showed me that he loved me
Without a doubt
Between then and the last of my teens,
I had been running about, still looking for love
When a stranger came on the scene, my envy had turn green
No physical love in my world, just trouble and strife
I was trying to figure out how to again,
Come clean
So I married a man who claimed to except me and my kids,
I had no idea that he was abusive and would beat my ass
And fracture my ribs
Twenty one now and two(21 children later
I realized that the man I trusted and married
Wasn’t my hero, he was nothing but a hater
To be beaten and stripped of my dignity and pride
I was going down fast, from where I thought I was
In for the long haul, not a pretentious, joyride
And after all this, He Still Loved Me
By age twenty two(22),
He gave me the OK, on what and how to do
What should’ve been done when
His love for me was new
He did an instant replay of my life,
Reminding me of my innocence
He reminded me of His Agape Love
And that it came without a price
He said: your season here is over and done
For your battles are no longer under the gun
He said: I never stop loving you
And before all is said and done
You are again with child, and with this seed you carry
I have evened the score,
And peace and harmony in your life,
I already begun to restore.
When alive and livingsocial
within webbed wide world
analogous to an emotional hell
I never experienced pomp and circumstances,
and quavers with inconsolable tears
graduation theme song
popularized courtesy Sir Edward Elgar,
thus suicidal ideations no longer relevant
yours truly need not quell
he rages against series of unfortunate events
comprising his life and hard time
(one protracted existential crisis) and yell
like a rebel into the infinite abyss of darkness.
Every subsequent high school graduation year
antedated since June
ninety seventy seven where
yours truly stepped to the podium
to secure his diploma
(I barely squeaked by
from one grade to the next)
stricken with anxiety and experienced urge
to sprint mile a minute evoking manic tear
zipping by at light speed
creating spindleshanks to blur as pair
sorry excuse for legs burning ghee
until reaching destination re:
a specific rocking in casbah Kashmir
actually a sought after interview
with popular Emir.
Personal mailer daemons aside
Azrael readily befriended me before I died
and ably, eagerly and willing obliged to guide
these lovely bones of mine
went for out of world joyride
away to subterranean habitat
where heavenly delight magnified
sense and sensibility overarching credo
unconditional kindred acceptance
downplayed prejudice and pride
communion among apostolic auras
and personas spied
greeting halo trusting word of mouth
as adequate signal to be verified
nullifying former dependence
on prescription medication
to thwart becoming zombified.
The following pharmacological medications
taken courtesy to cope with anxiety,
obsessive compulsive disorder, panic attacks
and generally curbing tendencies to avoid
physiological symptoms such as:
nausea, palmar hyperhidrosis
(unrelenting sweaty palms), and vertigo.
GLYCOPYRROLATE, TAB 2 MG (thrice daily)
CLOMIPRAMINE CAP 50 MG (once nightly)
RISPERIDONE TAB 1MG (once nightly)
FLUOXETINE CAP 20MG (once daily)
PRAZOSIN HCL CAP 1 MG (three pills nightly)
BUSPIRONE TAB 15MG (twice daily)
PRAMIPEXOLE TAB 1MG (once nightly)
CLONAZEPAM TAB 0.5MG (once nightly
AMITIZA 24 MCG
(prescription laxative - as necessary)
lest ye seek alms
with outfaced palms
just imagine
how the lantern shone
against the knees of Archelaus,
and lit up the check-board pattern
of the eleemosynary trousers
Fatigued civilian attires reasonable rhyme
challenging readers to dare themselves
question yours truly what ranks as
unleashing trademark punishing crime.
Words worth more'n fine spun gold
courtesy those considering themselves literate,
perhaps recipients of countless laurels extolled,
nevertheless mediocre (ha) logophile
crafts poem(s) inducing scold.
Dire straits force me to abide
the law of self preservation
and espouse with permission granted
by Bedrich Smetana
to abscond with bartered bride
think infamous American robbery team
Bonnie and Clyde
responsible for a 21-month
crime spree from 1932 to 1934
as analogous nefarious
transgression in league with human
author of mine verse, thus thee decide
to befriend bipedal hominid,
who scours earthwide
(and if necessary extending search
beyond outer limits of twilight zone,
where dark shadows
slink along the edge of night)
for fine prairie home companions
ideally from Lake Woebegone,
or outliers with documentation falsified
turning to humble *****sapien
as their spiritual guide,
he will be game and willingly surrender
mine Yankee doodling dandy buttucks,
his posterior gluteus maximus hide
if he falls short of promise
to bring webbed wide world bliss
witnessed as emasculation
toward himself intensified
cuz truth be told
interpersonal connections
allow, enable, and provide
kinetic, opportunistic, rhapsodic,
and universalistic joyride.
All decked out like one base 2 ace
of spades, or king of hearts
traveling at lightspeed thru cyberspace
traveling as binary unit with amazing grace,
the zeros flickering like a moonface
hopscotching between nodes uptrace
sing journey across the Internet.
Many a favorite YouTube tutorial venue
represent virtual re: digital haunts I review
to bolster pulling myself up by bootstraps
such sites out of webbed wide world
include basic digital electronics,
computer networking fundamentals,
how transistors work, plus
miscellaneous other tidbits.
Kanye On Steroids
Date: Fri, Nov 6 2015 at 9:22 PM
god flow on "Steroids"
Fly like I'm "Elroy"
Want my soul dark an "Void"
Voices in my head you might think I was "Paranoid"
But they want to "Killjoy"
Time to bring out the big "Toys"
Toys R us I'm a big kid that want a big kids "Meal"
Happy meals to my stomach "Filled"
Large Sprite with large "Fries"
With chicken nuggets on the "Side"
Riding with Wendy for a "Joyride"
Trying to build a nest in her bee "Hive"
Need bacon with my burger an i don't eat "Swine"
Smiling at these haters why my teeth "Shine"
Play the same song over an press "Rewind"
Cold summer why the son shine make the sun "Hide"
Jesus pieces on make the devil "Cry"
Crosses swinging make the devil "Sigh"
Looking at my watch just stopped an says its my "Time"
Mirror mirror on the wall says "I"
Guess if I had pride my pride can't let me "Fail"
Trying to bring to life all my "Fairytales"
I bet I got alot of Eyes at Wishing "Wells"
Throwing quarters in flipping heads or "Tails"
They wanna crucify me with Jesus "Nails"
I walk amongst where the demons "Hail"
I'm marching now off the ring of the liberty "Bell"
Universe on my side I engulf the Wisdom "Smell"
Why the stars aligned Shine they "Spells"
I'm too cool cool like a "Refrigerator"
Haters trying to cut off my "Generator"
This just a taste of my "Simulator"
I'm a Gamechanger with the "Gamebreaker"
Creation created to create like his "Creator"
Mind of a visionary an a "Innovator"
Flow "Military" of a "Revolutionary" "Legendary"
They want me like the "Denominator" strapped walking out the "Commissary"
On my way to the "Numerator" starting "January"
April fools to the fool thanks for the "Commentary"
Fighting Freddy they praying "Varies" of hail "Mary's"
All these Jim "Carreys" fighting the Son of "Carrie"
I turn empty fields to "Prairies"
This like Tom an "Jerry" I turn jelly into "Berries"
How can they "Compare" with no "Comparably"
Criticism "Contrary"
It's "Necessary" "Necessarily" to my "Clarity"
To my Charity
I need a "Veterinary" cause I'm sick like "Rabies"
"Scabies"
They "Hate" me they "Sway" off the same "Cadency"
This is how God "Made" Me
While sipping the brew from the bottle
The world is just a big bubble
Where the law is always denied
For the people, I am a drunkard on the roadside
As the sun rays leaks from the canopy
I can hear the birds chirp happily
As I throw grains on the canopy
I can hear the birds cry hastily
As one start to eat casually
I can hear the others cry angrily
As they fight each other craftily
I can hear the grains fall rapidly
As they fight each other for one
They don’t care when they have lost some
If they had shared with everyone
Than their loss would have been none
While sipping the brew from the bottle
My mind runs in full throttle
As I got lost in my joyride
For people, I am a drunkard on the roadside
As I was pulled from hallucination
There are people making noise in frustration
They talk for the change with minds in hesitation
They talk for the others with hearts in division
They fight for their god, they fight for their religion
They fight for their language, they fight for their region
They lie as they search for salvation
They cry as they mend their relations
They pry as they ask for a donation
They smile as they think of the accusation
Pointing fingers on me, as they talk for their nation
There is some complaining about their life
There are some stress from their child and wife
As their hearts are placed on a knife
They have still not forgotten to strive
While sipping the brew from the bottle
Life is full of struggle
Where your existence can be denied
For people, I am a drunkard on the roadside
The moon hung in the sky of night
Can you find the place of dark and bright?
Just like the hearts in black and white
Can you feel their will? Can you feel their might?
Every day I see many who die
Every day I see many who cry
The world is a journey where you live and try
You try to struggle you try to fly
Who will be the eagle or a mayfly?
Let see who will shout banzai (shouting cheerfully in Japanese)
While sipping the brew from the bottle
I lost in the dream of mortals
Where I will never know about misguide
For people, I am a drunkard on the roadside
(thank you All Poetry, Facebook, family
Poetry Soup,... et cetera global friends.)
A network of cherished kinships allied
forged, and linkedin analogous
to union of groom and bride
thru electronic bonds engender intrigue,
nonetheless unconditionally accept,
no matter I chide
self, and reference mine existence
as if...this mortal already died
now more appreciative than ever,
cuz younger days witnessed
peers that did elide
me accompanied with relentless
teasing, snubbing, roasting
akin tubby kindled over a fireside,
thus...solitude shadowed me as sole guide
peopled with books
to escape and hide
from so called "real"
webbed world, yet inside
this former grievous
lad through alienation,
emasculation, and isolation no joyride
valuing myself less than a pawn on
chessboard of life
envying extrovert as kingside
station depriving, insulating, and
ostracizing yours truly belied
to Matthew Scott Harris
marginally functioning, and denied
him camaraderie, dating, enjoying
female friendships due
to lack of confidence and pride
and at the cusp of
pubescence...a slow descending ride
into the hungry (anorexic)
maws of suicide,
which ideations hammer psyche,
now aghast how I tried
(without success) to disappear sundering
mine complex edifice
into the wide
abyss of nothingness, hence to treasure
those electronic connections,
perhaps...totally no more'n four score
(and seven years ago)
all told of unbeknown village people
comprising worthy chums,
sans human league roar
ring (okay pardon the hyperbole),
but letting this foo fighter explore
a greater range of interpersonal
(no matter virtual), but each
unnamed cyber buddy worth more
than simple rhyming galore
words express, some
or all those who sprung
from Earth, wind and fire,
viz cosmic toreador
this poet would their
physical presence adore,
who realizes genuine experienced love
second best option
communicated thru the Internet...bonjour,
hence please accept at the least
(even thee lovely cousins,
daughters, sister Shari por favor,
a hug emanating from within mine
integrated central processing unit core!
The Maze
Another day inside the maze
How many days has it been?
It all seems to be such a haze
Do I stay with just what I've seen?
Or do I break out of that mold?
If I just stay, then I'm safe though.
But if you don't, will you become bold?
Do I choose to just go with the flow?
Others seem to find it easy to navigate
Are they the same as you though?
No, but sometimes I wish the maze was straight
Life is a twisting conundrum of events
Yet different to every person, unique
Is it okay to rest when I feel so spent?
At times this maze just seems so bleak
Do I risk trying to find my way and getting lost?
How will I know when I've found my destiny?
If you just stay in place though, can you bear the cost?
How can you find yourself if you just let things be?
I don't think I'm strong enough to move forward
If you don't try, though, you'll never be free
How do I move though when it's all so blurred?
Right now you feel trapped inside, don't you?
Well yeah, almost like this maze is a cage
But it doesn't have to be, I'll leave you a clue
Do not use the time you've felt trapped as your gauge
The journey through the maze is meant to be joyful
But there is no assurance that it will be easy
Life is often like metal being hammered on the anvil
It takes a great deal of work to be free, you see
We break and are forged anew till we're strong and still
Move forward, take that one little step outside
Heartache, heartbreak, joy, peace, contentment
All of these are yours as you come to life's joyride
This is how life has been for all, since times ancient
For without the bad, we cannot appreciate the good
If all you knew was good, how would you know?
The contrast is what teaches us, or so it should
To learn the lessons, that life would bestow?
Well, at the end of the day, that choice is for you
To stand in place in the maze, or to go and do.
SIGNS OF THE TIMES
Wow, this is cool.
Spectacular and groovy
So real to my intellect that I feel that I am a noetic ambiance.
Surreal and extroverted
I am unreserved.
I am spreading my wings to test the world.
See do I really fit in.
If I fail, I will try again.
Wow, what a winner.
Touring the city in my Lamborghini.
Dress as sharp as I cut the corners.
I am prequel to greater excitement.
A cause and effect to another’s desires.
I am ablaze afire.
Avid to paint the city lights,
As I dance in the streets tonight.
Wow, what a knockout.
I stand under the disco ball.
A pleasant surprise and a thrill to all.
Sequential to my last time out.
Ensuing others to come along
On this joyride of freedom.
Never suppress or overpowered
No weapon formed shall prosper.
Wow, what a smash.
I have overcome many obstacles.
Not following any protocol
I am in a rightful mind people.
My workflow is by policy.
I am OSHA and safety.
No guidelines I avoid.
I am the strength of my workforce.
Wow, what a sensation.
I am the image of persuasion.
Under no circumstances do I procrastinate.
The situation is there to investigate.
So I monitor my surroundings
To become wise and intuitive.
Yet, overwhelmed this may become.
That is me of my wisdom.
Wow, another triumph!
Destiny’s miracle.
In a diurnal mood,
To achieve and to attain and
To remain attuned.
Neptune has entered Aquarius.
The birth sigh of Emma Mae Porter-Sexton.
Sirens sing I am here forever and I am a new beginning.
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Penned January 25, 2015!
Love is no picnic, it's more like hell in a hand basket. It's ridiculous and reckless and I'm convinced that it's tragic. It's both devastating and deadly when she leaves you where you stand. Cut open and bleeding because your hearts was in her hands. Now you're breathing just barely because loves left you broken. I guess the fire has burnt out, and the embers have quit smoking. And the feeling is overwhelming as it hangs in the air, above ur head like a cloud so black with despair. And you feel it because it's there and it seems so unfair. That love has stripped you naked, left you lost, hurt and bare. Bare as in barley, which is how you're getting by. And it's fair as in unfairly but still you had to try. So love is no joyride, it's just a wreck waiting to happen. It's a joke and here's the punchline: nobody's laughing. There's are no shouts for joy and nobody's clapping. Because love only destroys, it's divorce waiting to happen. It's insane indiscreetly, it's a disaster made neatly, it's pain and indecency, its a massacre, completely. So please release me, if you cant trust or believe me. Then why try? It's meaningless, or so it seems to be, love but it's not. It never was, we just thought, it was something that it wasn't. What it was, it was not. So she loves me? I think not. She just left me, here to rot. So cold was the teacher, so cruel what was taught. So brutal in her ways, I guess our love was just a phase. Something we went thru, heart to heart, the pieces fit, then fell apart. They hit the ground like broken glass, I guess our love just couldn't last. And it hurts to say but now I see, that when it comes to love, there's no guarantee.
The changed wind today,
Blows a spontaneous rhythm;
Endlessly on broken chords.
As every He/She pendulums blindingly,
To blend and bend themselves craving for,
Inquest of a roller-coaster joyride inside;
And ultimately is found to return,
Tuning itself in-wards;
On blind voyages from somewhere to nowhere,
From nowhere to somewhere.
For everyone is found to be guilty here,
Burning in an eternal guilt;
To get born again and reborn again.
Rejoicing on others guilt,
Relying to live on our ancestral Grand Father’s spit;
Whilst, one like me simply gets gone;
Going on blind voyages towards countless destinations,
Tripping to n fro within.
To dive, plunge and sink into,
A private world of our own;
Where we sailingly dream to fulfill,
All the sprouting desires of this mind;
After weighing them on,
Our personal Jesus’s sunbeam.
Frequently chased by so many trillion thoughts,
Innumerable beliefs, relentless creeds and scrupulous dogmas;
Which haunts to finally halt on,
Any ageless question mark to recur all life.
Alas..!!! A self-realization returns,
With empty hands.
To be left alive only with,
A realistic blank vacant and pseudo existence.
Ooh! For we all are fellow-travelers here,
Traveling in the same boat;
Strangely acting to live,
A life in search for some non-sense;
In-quest of a mindless state,
A timeless space
As the living law of life righteously suggests,
That truthfully everything changes to be non-existential.
For we all have emptily arrived here,
With nothing to gain;
And nothing to lose,
Just to have a splendid vacancy in vain; during our return.
Thoughts poured:
Dated on — 9th Feb’ 2011.