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Tick-tock. Tick-tock. That’s the sound of life.
Ever-ticking, counting down,
A soundtrack for our fleeting days.
We have this old Russian clock at home,
A rusty relic, its hands creaking,
Telling stories of a life lived and lost.
It stops sometimes.
Dead in its tracks.
No tick, no tock.
Just silence.
A silent echo of the silence that’ll greet us all.
That clock, man, it’s a damn prophet.
It whispers secrets in the dead of night: “Don’t wait.”
“Mend the broken bridges,?before they’re swallowed by time’s endless tide.”
Each chime is a reminder,
a punch in the gut:
“Tick-tock. You got work to do.”
I have unfinished apologies to give,
forgotten birthday calls to make, resentments to shed, and hearts to heal.
Because one day, the clock’s gonna say "Checkmate."
The final chime will fade, and you’ll be left with only echoes of “What if?”
Don’t let the clock win.
Turn your time into gold,
make each moment count,
mend what's broken,
love with abandon,
and embrace the dance of life,
before the music stops.
breast cancer runs rampant within me late mother side
whar moost every female diagnosed with emotional ride
into the depths of despair where metastatic cells pried
their way into the appendages whar din o suckling provide
did initial sustenance prior to malignant growth lied
Innocuously within fleshy tissue til oncologist could not hide
Truth from females that birthed and availed motherly guide
among most ever Harris heiress, whence treatment fried
will power to live (I can only imagine) as rogue growth did elide
as nemesis to body politick where no boxes of tissues dried
the river of tears when such news shell shocked me – I cried
for indiscriminate injustice whence fate snatched me father’s bride
shunting any trivial tit for tat resentments re: grudges aside.
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no other priority but being alive matters when surgeon knife
for malignant curse forces impending mortals to value life
purposeless double mastectomy performed when invisible mass rife
with errant duty to destroy sense and sensibility commanding strife
whether circumstance involved me eldest sister (still alive) or the late wife.
me octogenarian widower father summoned breastworks when last breath
o me long deceased mother – vehemently opposed being sentenced to death
no matter visualization practiced – such as furiously swapping with broom
who truthfully cursed with ovarian cancer, which spelt her actual doom
an unstoppable toxic brew within her being that coursed as meandering flume
Time elapsed, yet still difficult to espy wedding pictures with handsome groom
that would be my 20 plus year old father unbeknownst ill fate would loom
occupying cellular wall street where awry growth jostled for room
a harbinger of lifelessness, whereby she chose creation versus burial in a tomb
many fifty odd decades after my youngest sister exited the womb!
by: matthew scott harris
Voluntary unconditional surrender woke...,
Viz hitting yours truly,
when yokel egghead doth jinx
whereby ye cannot comprehend figurative
wimpy vainglory, unequivocally, tectonically,
smoldering resentments I stoke,
he doth bare his soul no joke,
no matter insight doth severely challenge
cyber surfing passersby, who attempt
to interpret courtesy
mental torture doth invoke
brutality, difficulty, futility gobbledygook,
heavily taxing your fifty
plus shades of gray
I apologetically, grudgingly (ha),
painstakingly, unwittingly... poke,
when mine broadcast
red by anonymous folk
admittedly poetically trumpeting ambiguity
overlain donned with high falutin cloak
peace be with thee courtesy this bloke.
Electronic date/time stamp permeates
within copious, illustrious,
and porous corpus callosum
hemispheric spongy sinks
mister re: mysterious as Sphinx
validation indubitably backfires
invariably induces loosed
unicellular sized rat finks
cerebral blackout courtesy
one to many drinks,
envision sucker punched by
rockin sockin robots one named
Muhammad Ali t'other Leon Spinks,
or gordian knotted cognitive kinks
bajillion befuddled blinks,
albeit feeble analogy methinks
to render genuine concomitant
convoluted, mangled, twisted... (think
Möbius strip) sentiment
specifically linkedin with
sincere appreciation meant
pertaining to this gent
despite slight trepidation
as faux Geico petsmart agent
forced celibate nun sensical chap
considering entering convent
cloistered existence remaining
days of my life get spent,
where "15 minutes
might save me, not so shabby decent
15% or more on car insurance."
Paraphrase aforementioned Matt Speak
more easily succinctly understood,
versus gibberish as ????????
(i.e. the word Greek spelled in Greek)
essentially long in the tooth fella
self anointed literate sheikh
feeble flattered fungi with
average mushroom shaped physique
trends towards playfulness
in tandem with harmless streak
merely acknowledges how his unique
self expression oft times
tongue-in-cheek
experiences giddiness at unsolicited
positive feedback versus he/she,
who doth bitingly, flagrantly,
outrageously, witheringly... critique
modesty misunderstood equivalent
of poetic (peekaboo) hide and seek
to Dani body hook ken find me
game to reveal me re: hide and seek.
I sometimes feel I am neither here nor there
My mind wandering there sitting here
I wish I was more here buts there gives me wings to fly
Here life is routine and wont take me to the moon
There I create and ride out my fantasy
To twinkle like a star or bloom like a flower
But here stuck in reality all drab and not fair.
So there I create my characters who reflect
bits and pieces of my fancy
Here my wins and losses wont matter when I am gone
There I get to showcase my talent of feelings weak or strong.
Here grudges resentments and frustration’s
will surely run me down
There I get to build myself up, sometimes
wearing a crown
Somewhere today in the middle,
with a smile and a frown
I step out of here and climb in there without a sound.
19.11.2020
Juxtaposition
Sponsor Silent One.
Bitter Sister:
Don't want to leave
like this
want to pick you up
in my arms
kiss you and tell
you - I have
stored away and
protected,
this love I have for
you.
Don't want to feel
like this,
Like the only way
into your
heart is when it's
vulnerable.
Making it seem as if
I hate you
When I just don't
want you to hate me.
Never could
I even dislike
you,snide remarks,
resentments
I have endured-
Because I hoped,
and took the shots.
Realizing that my
defense was strong
my retaliation could
kick you into
eternal
wickedness.
I surrendered
I Love you
too much, to let
you continue hurting
yourself, to hurt
me.
You won't see me
again
As I aggravate
your condition on
sight.
Transposing
your guilty,trading
places with
innocence.
as I remind you of
your
well held onto
condition.
The truth is I want
to
hold you and tell
you
It's fine-
I want to clear your
eyes.
let you see that
the love is here
It cannot be
released.
I cannot complete
the task;until you
ask.
she had attempted to colour in outside of the box
now the silver lining dangled from a broken necklace
suffocated her aspirations oozed discontent and sorrow
the shine had come off and no amount of polish would
erase smudges and impurity nor restore a once lucid soul
reflections tore at her heart and strangled in darkness
precious metal now a neck tie of craving for balance
reprieve from discomfort aberrations and delusions
pendant to be relieved from reversed penchant of life
at first she assigned emotions to one crazy error of judgement
distortion of passion disillusionment or mere false appraisal
yet resentments turned on herself in anger insecurity and fear
her whole mindset had been poisoned inflamed to the core
only complete reconstruction of Self would yield any success
which is when she decided to stop running away to face the truth
invincibility had been a difficult pastime
the flak vest of insecurity and coverups
had managed to inflate anxieties and fears
to the bursting point of impromptu explosion
the festering boil had to be lanced at any cost
for resentments anger hurt and self-harm to subside
a bullet proof illusion was no longer an option
to call it friendly fire would be an understatement
what started as a splinter soon became a red-hot cudgel
incising the mind soul body complex of delusions
yet no more fully detached from valid emotions
he decided that having feeling was better than amnesia
A friend once said to me in the most underweighted way he could have used this truth
which made it carry even more weight if you can believe that, maybe you had to be there
either way let me go ahead and share this little gem i wouldn't want to be uncouth
"Today's expectations are tomorrows resentments" Yea it hit me hard to, i sware
Now i have heard some good ones and keep them in my pocket for the right occasion
cause words have no weight unless you speak them in the right order at the right time
so that the hallucination it invokes resonates with the moment in time the kind of delivery that
receives a standing ovation
it doesn't have to be parable or rhyme, but it helps if its catchy but its ok if it's not a chime
the goal is to inspire wisdom through short meme like quips
which is especially relevant in today's 30 second of clip world
Its rare a actual deep conversation on a single subject doesn't slip
into the rabbit hole where a table sits and hot tea is poured
Truth is not the point today only what readers can weave into their ideas
willing to make a stand on misinformation because the abundance of lies
that the internet shows truth can be whatever you want to believe and say it is
I mean it can't accept alternative facts the most unwise ever spoken, truth dies
Are expectation to be right and find truth on are computers is great now
the resentment will come if people ever take the time or get the intelligence to see the scam
a country where the president's words can change the Dow and insider trading is allowed
among politicians and no one seems to notice or give a damn
So i still say The problem with the world today is to many belief-based facts
not enough fact-based beliefs
maybe i am just throwing pearls when acorns will do.
but a man can dream
though it might cost him his life if tells it to anyone
667.
The 2nd Period of the Independent Era of Philippine History:
Marcos Regime
The only Philippine President elected for another term
Ferdinand Marcos' grip to power was ostensibly firm
But the 2nd & 3rd terms of his presidency
Was engulfed with civil unrest & leftist insurgency
In the so-called “First Quarter Storm”, thousands protested
Separatist groups, MNLF & CPP-NPA, were founded
There was a bombing in the rally of the opposition
High government officials encountered attempts of assassination
The fruit of such anarchy was the Martial law declaration
To save the republic and address the threats of insurrection
Marcos imposed an “iron hand” over the entire nation
There were massive reforms like the new Constitution
Grand edifices were erected like the Manila Planetarium & the PICC
Built were widespread housings, schools, hospitals, roads, bridges & the LRT
Despite these vast projects & accomplishments for our country
The yellows treated Marcos as our nation's enemy
This is the 2nd Period of Independent Era – Marcos Regime
The longest rule by a Filipino President from glory to grim
3 terms of great achievements & gruesome resentments
God taught the Filipinos a good lesson for our next presidents.
-05/28/2019
*Periods on the Eras of the Philippine History
Everything's foretold; yet free will's given
We choose our futures; they do not choose us
The Greeks thought the world to be Fate-driven
Not so! Every man drives Destiny's bus
God gives us the tools with which to serve Him
Eyes to see... Ears to hear... A tongue to talk
We can choose to use them--- or abuse them
Whether or not in His Ways we will walk
The world of Nature holds no such choices
Tree limbs stretch skyward; flowers open wide
God gave humankind opinions, voices
Blank faces, where bitter resentments hide
Once, cast I my bread upon Life's waters
~ My ship has come in; the verdict totters
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May 15, 2019