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Sublime intoxication!
Behold the fiery seraph -
molten heart overflowing with zeal,
fearless eyes shining -
cutting through reality like a laser,
shying away from nothing.
She only sees the Truth.
Pure and radiant.
Beautiful ... and well aware of her beauty.
She would burn the world for you;
chase down all impurity and destroy it with fiery sword.
She would consume herself for you.
Submit herself to the fire at your command.
Service from a heart of strongest will.
Offered to you freely. Knowingly. Passionately.
If she is not enough,
she would do all within her power
to become what pleases you.
She trusts you.
Angel. Phoenix. Fire.
Who am I, my God and King,
that you have entrusted such a wondrous gift to me?
My soul ... my fireheart.
19 March 2024
It wasn’t until once
To sometimes take perhaps a two
To then have once for a second chance
Funny how I know yet never knew
I’m to guess it happen before
Perhaps a second guess to encounter once again
Did a first time happen once more?
Or did I remember to forget ever the same?
Thrice and I am shy
Might I accidentally question myself?
I cross my heart yet I ask why
Is there that promise or yet something else?
One two three and yet a fourth
I remember I don’t remember anymore so
Simply a because was the caused
Was there ever the first time that I know?
A repeated pattern from a following once
To only remember after a yet shying two
Not everything though deserves a second chance
That I know yet funny I never knew
Afraid to face reality
That it might prove unpleasant
Scared to be cheated
And hurt by deception
Hiding in seclusion
In my own private world
Plunging into a vast sea
Of pleasurable memories
Swimming with unfolding waves
Of fiction and dreams
Shying away from the
Ambiguity of the present
Living in a handsome yesterday
For a beautiful tomorrow
But when we’re left together
And there’s just you and I
I come out of my independent sea
I extend my hand
Hungry for the warmth of yours
Craving for the soft caress
Of your eyes and smiles
And along sandy beaches
We leisurely walk side by side
The comfort of your closeness
Has no need for words
Till once again you must depart
The sun falls
The waves clash madly against
The solid wall of rock below us
You look behind
I’m gone
The outline of the cliff is bare
All to be seen a silhouette
Diving into a roaring sea
AP: 3rd place 2020
Wrapping your loving arms around
somebody whom you love with passion....
is an expression of affection,
and no one expects a reward!
Only God gives love freely...
to demonstrate how intense is kindness;
and we ought to give it kindly,
not shying away from mindfulness!
Giving more than you have to someone
who needs comforting words...
is surely an expression of affection,
and deeper understanding without recompense!
Our struggles may cause us to worry,
leaving behind unpleasant reminders...
that we never learn from errors
and continue to act improperly?
Smiling widely and honestly
is the truest expression of affection,
welcomed as the most genuine intention;
why can't we all love sincerely?
This life is none than a short jeourney,
fulfilling what's called destiny;
lives are glorified by their deeds,
but also destroyed by insidious influences!
Coming to the rescue of your closest friends,
who seem troubled by hardships or pain,
helps them find hope when they only had tears;
stand by them with that expression of affection!
Finally after twenty two plus
years of marriage,
a husband (namely yours truly -
hitherto known as Matthew Scott Harris)
exhibits glint of care and concern
toward his significant other,
which wife bemoaned
absent expressions of love
particularly before the
honeymoon even occurred.
I readily admit shying away
from emotional intimacy,
especially toward the gal
whose pledge I trothed
July twenty fifth nineteen ninety six,
(fifteen days hence)
yet even formative years (mine)
scant overtures displayed toward
me father, mother, plus
older and younger sister
(neither non twisted).
A strong suspicion predominates
neurological, psychological,
and social perturbations
commingled while said christened goodfella
developed in utero, whereat genetic quarks
sparked, manifested, and engendered
unforeseen grievous hardship
severely, inexplicably, and figuratively
dislocated, truncated, and uprooted
his promising, (albeit
short lived) blissful boyhood,
which happy go lucky preschool years
abruptly analogously came to crashing halt
soon after setting foot into first grade.
Impossible mission
to tease out telltale explanation(s)
only thru courtesy 20/20 hindsight
can hypothesis be formulated
regarding congenital
chromosomal cellular discrepancy
birthing what appeared a healthy baby
though prone to wailing
without rhyme nor reason,
especially if held
by any person except mother.
At a tender age behavioral blitzkrieg
rent asunder tenuous connections
shattering nascent aggregation
to allow, enable, and provide
healthy interpersonal development
unbeknownst what molecular processes
kickstarted, pronounced, triggered...
wayward son to recoil against humanity
(think how like magnetic poles
repel each other).
Most all mein kampf
scant communication brokered
never establishing linkedin bonds,
nor fostering emotional intimacy
despite witnessing overt caring
among parents who begat me
or siblings, who exuded
natural propensity to comfort each other.
Something so primal as to elicit
heartfelt sympathy I lacked
which aloofness generated offensiveness
essentially buttressed (with flying colors)
hermetically sealed existence (mine)
nsync livingsocial within alien nation.
Dear Tom
If I had the courage to speak from the heart
Ladybirds of redness would sing from
It.
I imagined my pain was of your making
But it was only the making of life.
Now I'm alive like a ladybug.
Still small but making my way bravely
Forward and backward and forward again.
Now more smoothly and flying at times.
Dear Tom
If I could speak from my heart
I'd say
Nails have been stuck in my chest
After you left.
I cared about each one of your steps
I could not witness you make.
It was the kind of loving I wanted for myself.
Dear Tom.
Your silence is empty like a heart that's
Been shut -
But I give myself to it and I'm full of it
Now.
I call things for what they are
Too. Do you hear ?
Cause shying away from the heart
Keeps it shut.
Dear Tom
I imagined you could be my home but
This was my bad.
Like I could have owned your being and
Fill it with mine.
That's not loving, that's owning.
Colonising. I retract.
Dear Tom,
I honour your spirit.
May it be freer and freer
With each day like a ladybug
That flies it's own
Own
Own way.
She walked to the clinic
Her legs trembling
Her heart pounding
She had no choice but to agree with him
Its a decision my made together to do this
He was quite
yet a lot of noise was in his head
pictures of how many times he had done it
were playing in his mind in HD print
He remembered all the kisses
All the different romances
with different lovers
And felt like running away
From this sweet sixteen
They had no choice
he had promised her many times
never to 'release' into her
this time it had happened
Two weeks back
At the Casino
where she smoked her first cigarette
as he enjoyed the pipe
She was scared that her dad would kill her
He was afraid his faithful wife would find out
They were afraid of the disease
They walked together but like strangers
She remembered the first kiss
with him and felt strong
He looked at her sweet eyes
and courage flowed in his veins
like the Nile into dry Egypt
This was only temporary
as they reached the clinic
and met the physician
who looked at them and asked the man
Is she your daughter?
He didn't say anything
She looked down shying away
The doctor got all answers
As he stated the test
She prayed: Dear Lord if you get me out of this
It wont do it again
He prayed: Dear Lord if you only pardon me here
It will never ever happen AGAIN
A prayer God had answered
More than seven times
On different teenagers
She wished If all comes to the worst
at least she walks HIV positive without the pregnancy
He wished at least they find her pregnant than HIV positive
The doctor did well what he was being paid for
As he tested the blood did the urine pregnancy testing
Then came with the results
The way he stood before them it was hard
To predict the result
The man's heart beat faster
The girl breathed harder
The doctor stammered something
None of them heard it
The doctor decided to do the right thing
Give them counsel before the results
They sat like the saint peter's monk and nun
As the man he held paper that had the fate of there future
Spoke for one full hour
They all promised to take the right path
Then he gave them the results
ALL Negative
That night they chose to celebrate
The results together
And
They
Did
IT
AGAIN
Lately a person begins to read between the lines
how a network of human beings devalue another's worth
battered and bruised internally exhausted at times
they make you invisible shying away from the truth
To hurt someone that only wishes to speak and correct wrong
a violent nature lacks any respect to honour Justice correctly
certain groups have become hostile to straight talkers even violent
Charity cases crying over sin and vices to be accepted as normal
to carve the hammer into words etched on stone cold laid facts face
The bully is enslaved by their desire to overturn God
burning hate pretends to be polite sticking the dagger in
lacking innocence it poisons the purity in defence
You can be a murderer butchering defenceless beings
but you can't be seen to pray without being insulted
Sage scented dreams of beauty and journeys beyond
after the sun has bleached the sky with regal strays of blond
it turns into a crimson shade of shying pink and rosy glass
pouring out its last sweet ray on velvet trees and grass
Worship ceremonies, braided leaves of smoldering strong
memories grooved on the heart we know where we belong
every sorrow gathers here, sometimes we walk alone
artist strokes of genius and suddenly we feel at home
Pastel colors white washed thoughts of yesterdays that kiss
back in days when we were happy and nothing was amiss
Former times when I could see colors of an evening sunset
those were days of gifted bless with no warrants no regrets
Hints of lavender milked soft into the fading of the light
there is nothing more I value than the gift of second sight
As the artist seals her art the sky turns solid brass
while the faded denim sky drops his shadow on the grass .
July 2, 2022
Aesthetically speaking, letters can find
Subtle intents within words where they hide
Muscles nor scissors can peel them away
Wednesdays without them would be just a day
Give grace to these letters who've committed no crimes
Fifth is the plea of all letters sometimes
Assign them no fault for shying from fame
Honor their honest request to remain
Socially distant at business events
Hallelujahs replacing their unseen laments
Knitting our language like sewing machines
Half of their work remains largely unseen
Mnemonics, chemistry, music and math
Solemnly force them to do more than they’ve asked
Enough is enough, give them all time to breathe
Psalmists and poets can offer reprieve
Lacquer gives rest to a “q” overworked
February, though? That “r” is a jerk!
Islands are places for “s” to lie back
Ballet in castles, where “t” can relax
Laughter, where “u” can escape from our ears
Voila! Magically “v” sometimes disappears
Wrongly accused are the letters unheard
Faux pas to speak them aloud in a word
Rhythmless would language feel without these
Rendezvous with the letters that walk silently
8/6/2026
Not a classic abcedarian poem where the first letter of each line is a consecutive letter of the alphabet, however, the first word of each line contains a silent letter as the lines proceed from A-Z.
For fun, some lines have multiple instances.
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