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From the epic poem, EOS; verse, 7308-7350
by Sir Titus Llewellyn, unpublished
Book ii - Bouquet with Love
Enter Asha - Junior Psychiatric Nurse
& William - Sufferer of schizophrenia
William speaks to Asha as she reads the book
he has written for her........, as you are doing.
William
How dusk has drawn suspicion from your eyes
these visits have become the long lost friend
who writes without reply - that's no surprise
the way I am adoring you, so don't pretend.
hesitates.......
I find that from a patients point of view
ideas are being listened with fondness for
returning, makes believe this has an end
I cannot help but trust you anymore.
gives her the book...
Pursue the words I've left with you in my will
a token of my love in words I cherish,
following the realms that often still
believe in you and care as much until..........
Asha
I have no time to listen - indeed read
the ridicules of someone you'll replace
who disappears tomorrow without trace.
silent pause...
Another cryptic message I'll not need.
William
Just read the words and feel it with your heart.
Decipher what you can without the pledge,
my writing has preferred and having had
a hope in hells chance pulling it apart,
gliding worse, the fate along a knife-edge.
Asha
I'll treasure what appears to be much work,
the task that your imprisonments have purged
preventing ways and means the seethings urged
a while back knowing often, how berserk
your actions were and how this book immerged.
Cannot a tear sufficient to your need
be borrowed like the journey of lost cause,
another real life story, feelings plead
when giving back the care my feeling was?
Tries to kiss her!
I have to go - how dare you do such things
my care, and least devotions are disgraced
the length of duty caring for you placed!
GET REAL!-
needing my mother is a fear I can do without,
Not you! I miss her so much!
Asha exits
William, (bringer of bad news?)
I know - I have bad news and this you'll find,
in time, when superstitions fill with hate
a sentinel of words - what sounder mind,
could echo truth when all that I create
is gifted not a curse but mere sedate.
Slumber from which all our dreams debate.... (pause)
It lingers while this love sustains as time
And sleeps while we awake no time at all.
A girl was walking through the night
Afraid and all alone
She sunk for moments of respite
Upon a blackened stone.
What flakes were these that sparkled bright
And flurried in the breeze?
What specks of gold did grace the night
And rest upon the trees?
Up from her perch she stumbled on
Into the silent black
But 'twas in vain, the specks were gone
So then she foundered back.
She found the stone on which she set
All laid with dust around
The stars of heav'n the earth had met
And blanketed the ground.
The stardust, now a handbreadth thick
Had melted from the sky
She saw a once sedate old crick
With flames now floated by.
She gathered stardust in her hand
And held it by her face
It hovered there, in ways unspanned
Held up by empty space.
Her face did glint with motes of gold
Her wavy hair did gleam
The stroke of twelve the townclock tolled,
Around her shone a beam:
She looked to see its molten source,
The sun had joined them too;
In place of burnished bronze its force
Was emanating blue.
With both her hands she caught the sun
And held him firmly there
She shook him gently just for fun
And threw him in the air;
"Oh, Sun, how come you left the sky
To be a little ball?
Wherefore from glory did you fly
And now art pale and small?"
Then said the sun, " The stars had left
They had a merry time
And all alone I felt bereft
So moved to sweeter clime;
Said he, "It was so cold and still
Without my fellow stars,
All scattered 'round upon this hill
As far away as Mars;
So here I came to be a ball
Of bright electric blue
My starry kin with wit appall
And have a chat with you."
"Oh, Sun, you do not understand!
The day is black as night
Now who will fill this darkened land
With rays of warmth and light?
"And what of you?" she asked the dust
That sparkled at her feet.
"Back to the sky I think you must
Your twinkling forms repeat."
"Now truth we see," quoth ev'ry star
In one according rhyme,
"Back to the sky we'll roam afar
Until the end of time."
Then said the sun, "Oh, now I see,
I thought that I was trite
So back the way I was I'll be
To shed abroad my light."
Then off they rushed in waves of flame
Their rightful place to gain;
No man can e'er the heavens tame,
That surely isn't plain.
Whene'ere alone in dark of night
That girl recalls her friends:
And now I think the time is right
So here my story ends.
~Written December 25th 2012
A Franky and Spud Encounter
The coach, old and rusty, pulled up at the gate
The horses, portending the schoolchildren’s fate
Franky looked over and thought it was great
While Spud bore a look that said he was irate
But school children grow at a different rate
So different size horses stood calm and sedate
Spud’s not the quickest but must get the biggest
The chestnut he fancied was the tallest and thickest
If he could be first to that rust coloured horse
Then he’d lead the way on the pony trek course
He wasn’t a writer, he wasn’t a reader
But he would show everyone he was a leader
The coach door was open but he was far from it
So Spud shouted watch out, I’m going to vomit
The kids stood aside and that made a clear path
So Spud got off first with a victory laugh
Franky called out were supposed to be taught
Horse riding ain’t easy as you might have thought
But Spud found some steps and he mounted his steed
And screamed when his stallion set off at speed
Spud did his best to regain his composure
With tears in his eyes from wind speed exposure
But Franky yelled ‘Rusty Joy’ easy boy, Whoa!
He’d been here before, which Spud didn’t know
And Rusty Joy slowed and returned at a trot
And Spud acted nonchalant... which he was not
So as the kids stood by the horse they had got
Spud hammed it up... are we going or what
So gripping the reins in fear of his life
If I’m overtaken there’s gonna be strife
Franky called out, you should stay with the pack
Spud yelled, I’m the leader, you’d better stay back
To drive his point home, he dug in with his feet
And Rusty Joy went like a demon on heat
Spud just squealed whoa boy with futile insistence
But soon he was only a spec in the distance
Then Rusty Joy saw some lush grass, good for dining
Which proves every cloud comes with a silver lining
As, rapidly, Rusty Joy came to a stop
Spud landed face down in some festering plop
The kids soon caught up and Franky said Yuk
You’re gonna be rich ’cause there’s brass where there’s muck
You never said you were a horseman: that’s humble
What a good overhead, face first, tumble!
Spud sat himself up against Rusty Joy’s legs
I’m not gonna rest until each of you begs
If you don’t plead good, you’re gonna be dead
Then Rusty Joy’s bowels emptied over his head
Blech - impossible mission to savor mug of ginger tea...
When the entire mug awash
with floating leavings
by golly by gosh,
sipping said herbal brew
analogous challenge
to eat spaghetti squash
with one chopstick.
Earlier yesterday February twenty fourth
two thousand twenty four
found yours truly (me)
blithely consuming delicious
La COLOMBE DOUBLE LATTE
cold iced latte, complete
with a frothy layer
of milk and a touch of sugar.
Lower gastrointestinal war civil
immediately declared
because yours truly beleaguered
by lactose intolerance.
Courtesy veritable sweet tooth
(er...rather dentures)
craved absolute zero sum game yoking,
wickedly villainous, x'acting tummy
upsetting Pavlovian salivating, romancing,
quid pro quo woe pea pie us, orthodox,
conventional, nun habit forming (Lie),
mouth watering, lip locked, kickstarting,
Je Suis ill lust trios, hymn bracing,
gobstopping, feasting immediate laxative
inducing, decadent chocolate baneful
cake courtesy of adoring bubela, (the
same over stuffed ego freezer oft
mentioned counterpart, who unwittingly
prepared spot of tea), charming,
hugely overpowering tenderly loving
zee missus diabolically exuding
"FAKE" gracious humane insinuating
jabbering, knowingly ill loo man hating,
needful offal pestiferous quasi rip
snorting, tush under fire, violent
whooshing, expelling xyz lower
abdominal contractions, indubitably
kindling, jumpstarting instagramming
howling, fostering execrable, debilitating,
besieging posterior, automatically
clutching derriere, experiencing ferocious
gluteus maximus intractable jabbing, knifing,
lacerating, mutilating nameless oaf (me),
painfully quaking das simian, torturously
undergoing vicious wretched excessive
yawping worse fate than death!
Otherwise ass hide from irritable bowel
syndrome approximately
twenty four hours ago
from Saturday February twenty fifth
two thousand twenty four
me quite yawningly wonderful, uneventful,
sedate, quiet, ordinary, mundane, languid,
joyously humdrum, fabulously for
two whit tuss lee drab
characterized local buttuck blaster
also hashtagged endearment
as bubble butt.
Now shall I cut thee a slice of outrageously
luscious, keister jump/kick starting heavenly
gourmet deluxe cheese cake?
Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks...
studious sexagenarian skinny scruffy scribe
My utmost humblest apology
for inducing the following
cerebral calisthenics upon your cranium,
but the cost of friendship
with yours truly
(me – a foo fighting,
eagle eyed, beatle browed, beastie boy
christened Matthew Scott Harris)
doth newt come
like some hootie and the blowfish
super tramping
cheap trick linkedin to
wings at the reo speed wagon
spinning zz top soundcloud.
Scathing, scolding, screaming,
scorning, searing, sing,
sociopathic sarin soaked skewed
squirt, sputtering, squawking, sleepily
staggering, stabbing, swaggering
sweltering sadistic, sarcastic,
savage, systemically systematically
stigmatized, supersized saber sharp
schick shaving, shunned, sabotaged,
scarred, scorched, smote, sanguine,
stippled, speckled schizophrenic
sensibility, spurring, seething,
somewhat stultified, sophisticated,
spellbound spirited scabrous
schlemiel schlemazel, stenciled,
sundered sniveling sanguine storied
snakebitten sojourning smartass,
skeptical shoddy sophomoric
screwball, subtly sagacious,
stunted, sclerotic, scrappily
shuffling short, Shylock
styled sideburns Semite,
sainted Shasta sipping
shriveled sad sack,
sullenly syncopated, synthesized,
slobbering sybaritic, scruffy
sheepish sketchy scalawag,
Socratically scrutinizing, seizure
stricken, stoically sneezing,
shamed Skidrow skeezer, shifty,
sweaty, sham shaman,
supremely spidery, schmaltzy,
sylan seeking subsidized succor,
self shuttered, sequestered,
sidelined, shiftless, shabby,
semantically snazzy, soldiering,
shrieking, skulking, somber,
stooping, Segway scootering,
schmart spendthrift, Swahili
speaking, straitlaced, streamlined,
spongebobbing, sandal shod
sealegs, squarepants sporting
spectacles, sedate, sensate,
sentient, ship shaped,
shanghaied, salubrious,
slithering, snakish, stuttering,
sluggish, smashface scarred,
sober, solitary, sangfroid
skidamarink singing, Shamokin
speaking scrivener, scuzzy,
spunky, starved, submissively
suicidal, sunburned,
salaried shuffling senescent
snoutish soundcloud shutterflying
snapchatting schnorrer.
In dribs and drabs, in fits and starts,
the elders slowly congregate;
in the common room of the seniors' home,
they patiently sit and wait.
Some are wheeled in, some simply shuffle
in orderly fashion, without kerfuffle.
They've all been told
there's "gonna be a show"
put off by some "young people"
who (chances are) they don't know.
Many are quite alert and very aware
delighted to be together
and to have an experience to share.
Others come in a different mental state,
in their own little worlds,
seemingly uncerebral
yet dignified, quiet, sedate.
The entertainers have already arrived, in fact,
and as soon as the seniors come in
they start to interact,
exchanging pleasantries with hellos,
how-do-you-dos and "what're-ya-ats!";
smiles and handshakes easily given
with banter and casual chit-chat.
The nurses and attendants smile,
noting the connectivity,
and across the room faces brighten
at the growing sense of fun and festivity.
A happy mood pervades the place
as the singers smile and sing;
their voices effortlessly fill the air,
easy, relaxed, warm, soothing.
Lots of "old" songs are played and sung:
"Country Roads", "Danny Boy",
"Kiss an Angel Good Morning".
"If you know the words, please sing along!"
and so many of them do, with voices soft or strong.
But what sets this show apart
is the interaction
between singers and seniors;
their reaction and sense of satisfaction
of a diversion from the mundane,
a vivid and vibrant distraction.
And those with minds in altered states
are aroused from their lethargy,
hearing the music and sensing joy,
perhaps remembering when they felt such ecstasy.
Often, the singers will reach out to touch and hold a hand.
Elderly eyes light up and smiles show they understand.
A few of the more able-bodied are invited to dance,
a reminder of the long-ago days of youth and romance.
After an hour or so, the concert reaches its conclusion
with applause and cheers, compliments said in profusion.
The Sunshine Singers are pleased with a job well done.
The seniors and staff feel delight and satisfaction;
and everyone is enveloped in a warm glow:
the simple joy that comes from human connection.
Greed left a trail of crumbs for you to follow
Don't ask why you can't put your hands on me
I am the deepest, darkest part of the ocean floor
That we've established is too dangerous to explore
You’ve managed to be a victim but i'm still so ing angry
when you told me everything, my heart simultaneously shattered
But through the cracks, leaked a heaping pile of hot vengeance that I have yet to acknowledge
Because you haven't either
Crashing like a stock market, a party that hasn't even started
You're the biggest and darkest half of the ocean we've left uncharted
Too dangerous to explore and just not worth it
I breathe your lies like cigarettes
I live for the painful disappointment in my lungs but I enjoy it
And that's why I'm here and you're there
Sometimes I imagine running into you on the street
The stop signs seem extra reflective when I reflect on those dreams
Sometimes I imagine climbing your shutters like a rock wall
But I already scale suspended ladders hanging over hellscapes
Pretending I don't see the fall
So much leaking vengeance from my vanquished heart
Leaning into melodies I feel are fighting for me
I can cling onto them instead of you
I relapse into the way my ear buds scream
So I don't have to
I left my heart in a locked jar with a key
You wouldn't open it up to see a note begging “remember me”
You know why you can’t put your hands on me
Greed left you a trail to follow
And so you found a way to leave me more demoralized than incentivised
Recreating such taste like the oracle of Apollo
We’ve been at sixes and sevens all year long
Beckoning sins to sedate you with a shot at heaven
You’re blurred lines of bigotry were just hush money
That can’t buy me happiness, but it can be a catalyst
Just board yourself within the squares of the dwellings you claim to long for
Lifelessly laying, more shambolic
Than the clusters of my unused love notes I find in old pockets
Swim into the riptide of my leaking hot vengeance
It’s not bad, it’s morally ambiguous
Am I a fool for confiding in you?
For confiding in this?
It’s not discrimination, we’re asymmetrically ambiguous
Written: June 24, 2023
______________________________________________________________
In the depths of my spirit, I found solace.
I witnessed adornments and embrace.
Garments and clothes, a world you would create,
Surrounded yourself in a realm so sedate.
I lent her weapons, a shield from the harsh reality,
A different face, a disguise for her sanity.
I saw all that touched her—her desires and dreams.
In her quest for something beyond, it seems.
In strange and thorny actions, I followed the lead.
Not knowing where they would lead us, indeed.
A spirit seemed apathetic, lost in her own mind.
However, I stayed faithful and shined
Besides her resting body, I would stay awake.
Strive to suss out why she sought to be opaque.
Her vow to alter life, to possess secret keys,
I knew she was searching for ease.
But I knew deep down, she was only seeking
Never truly finding, always peeking.
Her kindness enchanted me, and I was its captive.
Constrained by her love, I felt so adaptive.
No other soul could withstand that despair.
But I stayed by her side, showing I cared.
I existed in her soul, as a vacant palace.
Empty and abandoned, a mere space.
I was dependent on her, a shadow in her light.
But what did she luck with my colorless plight?
She wouldn't improve me; or bestow me to shine.
I was just a pawn in her grand design.
Sadly mortified, I would strain to understand,
But she would shrug her shoulders as if I were bland.
"I understand you," I would say with a sigh.
But she would brush it off, leaving me to wonder why.
In the depths of her spirit, I found solace.
But within myself, I felt a growing malice.
I knew I was just a spectator, a bystander.
Watching as she sought something grander.
Yet, I stuck by her side over wide and thin.
Her spirit held beauty and light within.
And though I may not be the one she sought,
I cherished the moments and the lessons she taught.
In the depths of her spirit, I found solace and peace.
A glimpse into a world where all troubles cease
Though I may never truly understand her quest,
I will support her and gift her my best.
I'm at the mall
waiting for my new lenses
to find their inside home
in my old outside frames,
Hopefully
not like new wine
in old
opaque skins.
I try to engage
with an anthro-war story,
"The Invisible Woman"
Feeling myself silently camouflaged
in a sedate sitting area
sparsely inhabited only by my eyes
searching
and ears
spying
Listening for what invisible witnesses
hear
and empathically feel
"In wartime,
trusting the wrong person
can prove fatal."
How much safer is trust
in peace time?
anthro-dominated
industriously capitalized.
Does living Earth
even feel like peace time?
Or Business As Usual
domestic abuse,
neglect,
silent, but not really nonviolent,
atrophy?
Degenerating entropy?
of a human child's boundless curiosity,
enthusiastic health,
win/win wellbeing
panentheistic luminosity.
"Virginia...
will do everything in her power
to avenge the brave people
she lost."
Is the only important difference
between brave patriotic people
and innocent victims of autocracy
a sacred v democratic division?
between anxious war
sacredly declared
and every shopping day
peace deal making
between secularized
competing consumer commodifying diplomats
Perpetually undeclaring
rights of conscientious
personal bodies
to remain innocent
of ballistic
nihilistic
trauma producing
and stress consuming intent.
Is hero-worship the only moral distinction
between society's righteous reactionary revenge
and personal power's need,
want,
self-righteous entitled greed
to avenge?
"Virginia knows,
now more than ever,
that failure is not an option."
A lot of pressure
stress
fear
anger
internal oppression
when mortality
and disempowering defeat
and disabling wounds
physical and mental,
natural and spiritual,
are not an option
When power is a weapon
wielded over OtherTribes
and cannot be a tool
kindly and carefully offered
without Othering.
Like seeing
with win/win restorative lenses
in old win/lose traumatized
Business As Usual
anthrosupremacist frames
For spying how exhausted I am
by silently witnessing
uncivil
anthro-war stories.
This sun-warmed March morning
while slowly stretching
in my sedate senior way,
I wondered how I might blame myself
for religious teachers
forgetting most often
that wealthy minds are also healthy bodies,
living on and in healthy relationships
and sacred communities
reconnecting this organic Earth's
potential integrity.
Who could I blame
for secular science and arts
and health-nutrition teachers
forgetting most often
that healthy bodies are also polyculturally well-fed minds?
Differences between brain and body
are merely mindbody appositional distinctions.
While I can cognitively discern distinction
I cannot intuitively perceive difference
between natural and spiritual
physical and mental relationships
.
Isn't this a reverse corollary
of survival of the physical fittest?
Thrival of the naturally straight
and white male strongest?
Health of the most resonantly connected mindbodies
is also survival of the least dissonant
inside v outside,
like inter-religious WesternYang-face
with EasternYin-grace.
Perhaps it would help
if I stretch just a bit longer,
if we could learn to panentheistically engage together,
dipolar difference AND nondual co-arising distinctions
Yang is with Yin
as organic AnthroMind is within sacred EarthBody
As Left-Dominant verbal distinctions
warmly regard Right-Prominent
nonverbally felt corporal/capital differences
as Universal Salvation missions
invite Unitarian CoRedemptive integrity
As enlightening mental synergy
feeds my empowering physical energy
of and for all integrally spiritual religions
reconnecting natural EarthTribes.
My primal relationship impressions
with dipolar co-arising distress
triggers negative correlational tensions
reconnecting appositional differences,
where two LoseLose not-knots
make one Winning balanced MidWay
healthier rightbody feelings
co-governing
wealthier leftbrain thoughts.
I doubt we could ever finish stretched spiritual discernments
without losing our natural religioning distinctions
this sun-warmed March morning
while slowly sacred stretching
in my sedate senior impressive way.