Helianthus annuus, heliotropic slow dance
Stream of photons bathe top heavy fountainhead of sunflower. Analogous to Atlas shrugging, hoisting, grappling... with planet Earth, the heavyweight discobolus buoyantly held aloft upon robust stem tracks the heavenly orientation of said hypothetical nearest star. This immense distance, nonetheless still affects majestic seeded head tracing weighty radial circular motion in miniature, along the ground. Imperturbable rotation evokes invisibly linkedin plumbline stretching approximately 92.96 million miles. This number represents average distance calculated between solar body and oblate spheroid. Greatest (more accurately farthest) interspace separates sun and namesake (scientifically identified inflorescence, particularly called capitulum) during late summer/ early autumn. Said aphelion approximately coincides with full blooming bouquet, which rioting, snapchatting, twittering birds, (who reddit in Daily Sun) immediately golong orderly pecking, kickstarting, buzzfeeding... capital one fancy feast. Nothing but mush shelled husk remains. These gouged out hollowed insides represent most successful plant regarding said species. Oft times newly planted seeds, and/or transplanted shooted seedlings (I bore witness), and watched in horror as tendered, nurtured, kindled... vulnerable inchoate fragile tendrils indiscriminately, gamely easily plucked from ground zero. Willy nilly free for all allows, enables, and provides ample opportunity to observe fair and equitable distribution gifted courtesy cornucopia fulfilling the maws of hungry diverse planetary mouths to feed. Invariably predators harbor taste for unsuspecting oblivious indulgent gourmandizing aves, and quick make short shrift despatching captive bird done deal. Such happens tubby caw of the wild, cuz copacetic, holistic, organic,... paradigm embraced by yours truly steeped within ethos, whereby the mighty heft wielded by Homo sapiens must not signal green light for deadly pesticides to exterminate delicate of world wide web. Despite being one crazy and fungi, I feel him mold dinned to relish resultant morning glory awash with beaming, strapping, waxing... yellow petaled ray flowers offering me an Uber spiritual lyft sining upon countenance of this returning native son, who recently returned from the annual Sunflower festival. Though dwarfed by towering giants, I exalted their storied triumph.
Surfeit sans sic-squalid spoiled sundered smorgasbord squandered serenity
Let me preface this synopsis of self with a poetic epistle (hopefully such reasonably nonrhyming license acceptable videre licet, this non-friction category) before delving into the heart of this bipedal hominid, the apotheosis sans earth, wind and fire depleting air supply and whip lashing the apathy annihilating will to live, thus forever suspending me as still thirteen and thirsting to taste and touch a youth untouched by fiery passion – so:
Despite three score
plus five birthdays elapsed
since exiting the birth canal
uber cataclysmic neurological
eruption would parlay
with forces of destruction
pell mell to rent asunder
psyche, an internal maelstrom
wrenched self worthiness -
pitting mine mien as blunder
bulldozing with razorblades
former childhood's end
wondrous glee raising suicide
quiet riotous ambition, a painfully slow
(self starvation) mine inexorable ride,
which chronological frieze kept hog-tied
and hide bound this one grown male
dredging haunting spectre – where
to be gratefully dead – within Elysian dale
youngest of me two female progeny
segued emotionally troublesome
twenty plus five year old
today April twenty fifth
two thousand twenty four,
cuz these lovely bones
triggered flashback to wretched tears
sans insidious roiling
jagged stone shredding/
thwarting desire to lyft motive to be alive
shockwaves extant to this day -
no matter long since
recovered from nose-dive
dog gone emotional, psychological
and social repercussions
hound me present mental state
indelible permanent scars
(per anxiety, herky jerky,
hokey pokey, panicky,
quirky tic) seem never to abate
try as I might to shake free
from the riptide affects
that drowned this boy to grow
he experiences an especially
perilous remembrance
of things past regarding
abysmal infernal woe
when thee second punim
o thine two lovely offspring
passed that milestone age
with nary a hint how her papa felt
life locked up within
his abysmal agonizing stage
impossible to forgive permanent harm
inflicted not only on self but searing pain
my late mother and
then living octogenarian father
whose angst this dada insight re: did gain
from bringing forth progeny,
which years eclipsed
at break neck speed,
whereby each special daughter
evincing greater sturdiness
akin to hardy weed
bound to surpass their dear ole dad
permanently branded with ghost
of Christmases past for never knowing
thee potential that burned black toast
and hunger pains even to this day frequently
blithely ignored as if still callous
tempted, lured and baited by hand of death
this grown man wished inxs to kiss.
Social anxiety (incorporating the alphabet soup of physiological symptoms i.e. clammy palms, heart palpitation, nausea, vertigo, et cetera) erupted to rent my psyche asunder and forcefully endearing themselves to my being (like dasher, dancer, Prancer, vixen, comet, cupid, dinner and Blitzen) with most every visit to college cafeterias, (an unpleasant effect explaining termination from the umpteen universities i matriculated), especially when hungry hordes (like madding crowds swelling the sea of Muslims practically stampeding their way en route the Hajj) clamored to be fed sustenance or spiritual succor respectively.
Never did this liberal minded scrivener get trampled underfoot, but he experienced physical manifestations entailing great discomfort probably on par with any devout pilgrimage to the holy shrine of Mecca.
Within the labyrinth of this mortal being i.e. christened matthew scott harris, hid unseen live, googly-eyed, earth-linked, mailer daemons that resounded with a quiet riot chorus of their unheard yahoo kindling the trip wire of damned perspiration, laceration (stinging tips of metallic whips and chains) induced hallucination prodding sphincter muscle to go into overdrive vis a vis via defecation, (irritable bowel ran rampant) creating one wreck of a human abomination kept in check from any unsuspecting observer.
This general figurative broad-brush stroke pertaining to the collective soul wrenching episodes does an injustice to panic attacks.
Best for me to winnow thru the quagmire of countless instances to evoke emotional explosion in an effort to engender comprehension, fixation, interrogation (pardon the hyperbolic exaggeration fueling this assay wantonly craving super) layman preservation, than zeroing in on a singular instance.
Little effort required for me to dial back mental chronology and pluck one generic panic attach festooned with the usual attendant coterie of kindling internal microscopic killing machinations swaggering like hotmail fresh off the field of a winning team.
Meal times at college (particularly with the madding crowd of voraciously famished coed undergraduates), the most frequent settings outbursts generated feverishly essentially annihilating any ambition to enjoy a normal peaceful repast (to satiate hunger), the most common environment envision a generic college cafeteria.
About twenty years ago (two decades spanning mine some total of fifty six birthdays plodding through the pernicious plots per me world wide web) represents the most recent non-voluntary foray into the field of dreaded descent into the domain of all out internal combustion, whereby attrition into no mans land of wretched undulating spasms quaking ole matthew knocked immunization generally enjoyed clinging assiduously to hibernation, meditation, self actualization as self sedation.
Eyelids now temporarily closed to re-envision the nada so salient salad days whence the feeding time instantaneously transformed into frantic frenzy at Kutztown university. While most all other student feasted on the ordinary industrial chow, i felt the grippe ketchup and override excruciating hunger. Adrenaline coursed thru this measly dry mouthed body (starving to savor the institutional haute cuisine.
No sooner did this then rather bony gluteus maximus became situated at the table (often whereby a quick exit could be made in the predictable panic stricken outcome that pierced and hammered me with gut wrenching agony), the medley of organic constriction of throat re: named near asphyxiation, furious pounding of ma poor heart churning out hormonal secretion sans flight or fight, strong sensation sans regurgitation (despite the likelihood my bowels recently purged per diarrhea courtesy of irritable gastrointestinal stress), disallowed even one morsel to appease thine palette.
Much as waste not want not the coda, ethos, general integrity keeping afloat my dogma, that credo went out the window (with or without the baby and bathwater – plugged pulled so no infant drowned, nor any other animal harmed in the making of this mindful video), the tray of uneaten food left for an employee to discard.
Complete discombobulating disorientation (in tandem with the tried and true trademark tell tale signs of tumultuous ferocious fracas re: Tony the tiger witnessed personal pandemonium, which violent trigger, nonetheless did offer a scant few minutes to gather peanut butter and jelly sandwiched haphazardly slap dashed together, whereby to escape this jam.
Cumulative episodes whence tumultuous shell shocked warring faction repeatedly played itself and affecting escape from this perilous perdition.
The shoals of home (which appeared sweeter than ever) specifically sighted when sitting with pangs of stomach churning aches to eat instead delivered a sentence whereby this anguished author felt himself severely lashed and slavishly held within thine fragile self witnessed withdrawal from campus life (for the umpteenth time) and hence avoidance became the coping mechanism.
Fast forward to the present. Now a cornucopia of pharmaceutical medications keep in check (akin to a mate) and put a lid on susceptibility toward chaotic sensation run amok.
This collective soul (whose esprit de corps rose from thine Heiress house of the rising sun) in fits and starts finally seems closer to psychological nirvana.
Now, now longer does a led zeppelin manacle this Renaissance man from the culture club. He scales the Ashbury heights of ecstasy via pharmacological panacea. He feels indomitable emotional strength to haul in the oats of a misspent youth.
Fraught as an extremely socially anxious younger person...
hashtagged introvertedness trademark
silently exorcised, ostracized, and vilified
Impossible mission to resuscitate...
a forsaken promising
(even short lived) friendship
regardless of expressed gender
exhibited by other persons from yesteryear.
When trying to jump/kick start
lapsed meaningful interpersonal connections
from much earlier in my life
absence of a spark to kindle
once upon a time
valuable linkedin treasured bond
bereft of dynamism.
Folly entertained courtesy yours truly
bafflingly, desperately, and futilely
grasped elusive chimera
sabotaging rare occasion,
when fate smiled benignly,
I botched, damned, forfeited...
overarching golden opportunity
to experience sustained
positive rapport with compatible
lass or lad to accompany me
thru travails or buzzfeeding
a "lost" boy
with words of encouragement.
Now as an emotionally freighted
Unitarian, sexagenarian,
nonestablishmentarian, omnivore
psychologically rankled, tortured, vexed
bully me I got
repeatedly severely traumatized
similarly hectored by parents
issuing threatening ultimatums
no surprise I surrendered
to proclivity when showered
with affection courtesy
consensual sexual intimacy
(minus the use of birth control)
eventually married the gal
whose child I helped beget these last
twenty seven and a half years
to a woman, (who after numerous
illicit marital transgressions)
forgave her leftist
write minded husband,
regarding his lascivious, promiscuous,
and salacious engagements
though would not tolerate
(understandably, necessarily, and logically)
even platonic female relationships,
nevertheless does unconditionally
accept him mental health issues,
and all told comprise
obsessive compulsive behavior,
anxiety/panic attacks
palmar hyperhidrosis,
considerably alleviated courtesy
nine prescription medications
Aetna Medicare Advantra
picks up the tab without any co-pay.
I cannot help but wince
with twenty twenty hindsight smarts,
nurse misgivings and hanker with
shutterflying, recurring, plaguing melancholy
where passivity punctuated
the first two decades of mein kampf.
Idyllic reverie during break of day
May today bring unbridled bliss
delivered courtesy sunshine kissed.
When the last trace of night
evaporates analogous to milky hue
whereat a dreamy state
pervades thy being from tropical delight
as approach of Dawn
highlights morning landscape Gaia drew
ah, a paradise
in pristine majestic light
arced, bathed, chiseled displayed
described, elongated, fingered gilt
heraldic imagery joyfully
kindling luminosity
markedly novel picture
quintessentially resplendent
sedating this ubiquitous voyager
waking xing vision
yawning zealot acquiesces
bounteous chimerical dalliance
betwixt Goddess delivering break of day
against defeated quotidian
celestial vault, where Mithras dethroned
the capriciously finicky
inky beleaguered darkly crest
etched fading faux French Gendarmes
into humongous jagged lances
endowing sinosoidal amplitude
modulations nudging raiment
donned by trumpeting requiem,
quiescent pronouncement
obliging new morning laminating,
kneading, and jettisoning
remnant shreds twilight
understood voicing willingness
Xerxes yeomen paid tribute
as did preceding and subsequent
captivating Earthlinked
fighting globe trotters held hostage
upon thee third rock from the sun
straddling an invisible saddle
which oblate spheroid
forfeited, manacled, and pitched
tarry sky (vis a vis feathery touch)
as one more ordinary day
wrested, tussled, and quickened
nocturnal nod toward solar spears
betook the reluctant
wrap of blackest night soundlessly forcing
transient domination (overruling
the cerulean skies) until
dark shadows prefacing the edge of night
once again admirably, willingly,
and unequivocally surrendered
a fair pact to take solace
whence the morrow allowed, enabled
and provided a ray of shining hope
(every now and again eclipsed)
via the Lunar trajectory
coinciding with axis
when spatial relations
commandeered thru cosmic consciousness
dictating gambit heft
forging atypical sliver of night
before cosmological laissez faire
retreated into the background,
a universal choreographer
envisioning, insinuating,
maintaining quirkiness
until recapitulation
sans astronomers predicted future
trio of heavenly bodies
would be aligned bedazzling Primates
access to espy Corona of the sun.
I wanna trade in my stubby spindleshanks...,
(a poor excuse for legs),
and get me the latest
sophisticated prosthetics advancements,
whereat integration of cultured stem cells
into custom made appendages
allows, enables, and provides
unfortunate recipients of amputations
to experience sensations.
No more will yours truly
(skinny legged sexagenarian)
envy amputees fitted with smart limbs
equipped tricked out arms and legs,
cuz he will be proud owned
with false limbs
(mainly legs, I did not decide
about equally spindly arms)
finding a once nasty, short
and brutish solitary
Norwegian bachelor farmer
transformed into a very charming, tall
and humane debonair troubadour
rivaling the likes of any swain.
No insult meant
for those handicapped,
who experience(d) phantom limb
perhaps linkedin to
fierce near mortal kombat,
wondering if stayin alive
after surviving serious wombs
that killed fellow combatants
trying your darndest
to feel worthy earning a purple heart,
(a distinguished military decoration
awarded in the name of the President
those who got wounded or killed
while serving in the U.S. armed forces),
with attendant laurels such as
handsome veteran benefits,
answering the call of duty
nevertheless daily reminders
being survivor as a foreigner
waging war, when host country
loathed American military as infidels,
whose countrymen bathed
innocent defenseless civilians
in blood of barbarity.
Stop saying sassy sobriquets schooled
sissy spindleshanks...
studious skinny scruffy scribe.
Scathing, scolding, screaming,
scorning, searing, sniggering,
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 self secluded 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 Schwenksville schnorrer.
Earth Day April 22nd 2024
I lament bidding Gaia's creatures adieu,
an inner conflict dust brew
within this scribe, who offers ye to chew
(like sweet treats metaphorically) thee do
tee incumbent, when Doomsday clock
counts down minutes few
according Al Gore rhythm
unstoppably ticking,
when life gets turned to global goo
tenderized viz Doctor Zeus
if not Horton Hears Hoo
then most definitely The Lorax
(couching urgent morals underscored
by satellite photographs
showing melting ice caps or igloo,
which planetary sos, sans in extremis
requires joint effort of Gentile and Jew,
plus every other sectarian credo,
dogma, ethos...knew
clear family, and whatnot
to become linkedin with Linda Loo
yes, we moost not forget
Old McDonald's with his moo
moo there bovine creatures
agedly hobbling along, or new
lee born, cuz juiced one day
per three hundred and sixty five
(six with leap year -
imagine dragons festooned leotard
with brand name Oroblu
or poor ole Winnie The Pooh
eternally stuck in Rabbit's
hole sum Hutch as a queue
doth loosely form dreaming up and rue
men ate about the old woman
who lived in a shoe
mien hating solution
(burning the midnight oil) true
lee trying to remedy plight
of said bear character,
hemmed in courtesy
Homo sapiens population explosion
whereat their den only
allows, enables, and provides
cubby hole view
perhaps unstated message being woo
king in tandem solutions to resolve
wretched condition of world wide web
possible by bridging differences
between me and you, and you, and you...
essentially everyone
comprising the human zoo.
Growing my hair down below my knees...
stimulated courtesy follicles,
where Coconut, Olive, Grapeseed,
Jojoba, Amla and Vitamin E oils
allowed, enabled,
and provided head start
germinating peach fuzz into brown strands
after Flaxseeds, Pumpkin seeds and Fenugreek
being sprinkled on my scalp
yielded a bumper crop of hirsute weeds
occasionally tripping me up
analogous to hallucinogen
causing a public health hazard
warranting, necessitating, and goading me
to give shout out for stylist
to tender mine lovely brunette locks,
which might be repurposed into a wig
for patients undergoing chemotherapy,
or afflicted with alopecia,
(the partial or complete absence
of hair from areas of the body
where it normally grows; baldness).
As a knobby kneed, puny,
scrawny, wimpy kid whose,
(back in the nineteen sixties),
his parents decreed their singular
(painfully shy dorky, geeky and nerdy)
old school boy who sported a buzz cut,
which found him reacting and responding
(in short order rebelling)
passive aggressively by
refusing to bathe
until mommy dearest demanded
(well nigh upon
the bewitching hour of midnight)
to witness her son soaked
and essentially marinated
(until my skin shriveled like a prune)
in the (clawfoot) tub
lest he stink to high heavens,
and given a serious dressing down
by the timely principal Mister Clock.
Far back as I can remember,
the significance of hair
assumed an outsize role,
whether enviously eying other lads
their thick straight hank,
or nowadays bristling
with self reproach
cursed with thinning
greasy limp strands
(interspersed with gray)
experiencing shame being seen in public,
a disgrace to our family name of Wagstaff
and an embarrassment
to the human race
ofttimes associating
myself with Samson,
whereat emotional, physical,
and spiritual strength
rooted (pun intended)
within each hair shaft
(the visible part of the hair
that sticks out of the skin),
and rooted in the skin and extends
down to the deeper layers of the skin
surrounded by the hair follicle
(a sheath of skin
and connective tissue),
which is also connected
to a sebaceous gland.
A fanta see overrides reality!
Hello✋
I like to get positioned for sixty nine.
Are you looking for a scheming,
schlepping, and schvitzing writer?
natural body and laid-back vibe?ᅠ
I'm all about therapeutic touch via
bolts, nuts, screws
and life of bee dogged trees.
teasing with idealism beef hoar
illusory vision fades away
whatever ur method for stress to allay
perhaps mebbe e yar
cyber surfing tub bid on ebay
enjoy this day
or night sky painted
sixty plus shades of gray
whether completing
n ordinary task such as pitching hay
searching for a needle,
or quietly in bed ye lay
whence yar imagination doth -
like tha ant elope play
imagining whatever fantasy
mental efforts wish to stay
versus bing told "GO A WAY"
or sum mother retort akin
to go fish or jump in Lake Woebegone,
Yukon axe me an axle lent question
that snap, crackle and pop
into your head – YAY.
any query wood soot me fine 4u2 ash
pardon my being so brash
as into ur settled life i crash
while search 4 pinch from missus dash
this juvenile dill link quint doth wish
to indulge verboten fruit with thee in a flash
skipping stomping on glass spattered with hash
drive vin by each of your love eye lash
when lids fluttershy light reo speed,
wagon b4 my eyes appear as A mush-mash,
and that even a slight halo headdress
appears like a bridal sash
wheel coming ye as
"chief garbage taster" walking white trash.
puzzlement at ma style o writing,
thus far did not find an urge in ye 2 flee
but please, i intend no harm boot feel glee
because u r so beautiful tum me.
like right now, i wand dah
d'ya goot a mac attack
if passion could gush -
while either u or me like on our back
2 generate r own sin tha sized pet troll
Liam also called frack
no bag o trick this punster doth lack?!
well...anyway hullo duh ling!
how ah ya? boy do look ma ville us!
:) dis hard knock er skool alum
invites hew to take thee ss bum
& rube hee zzz magic flute for
liquid asset amadeus Mozart
wood wolf down like a gang
as meself bait for mistress tub be comb,
thus, reveille tapped out taut as a drum
stick - albeit an itty bitty teensy
weensy bona fide courtesy
frum me...the little known, boot famous
in dis papas po' house -
held 2getter with
toothpicks and bubble gum
and blood, sweat, and tears - in summer
sealed tight by august expansion
via mister sun humming
a radiant tune -
re: wee thin mine interregnum
wheel soon end
and thankfully for ewe go mum
boo twill oaf her mad duress
write when'r ya feel comfortably numb.
postscript:
u madam moist lock lee har rah rah rah
striking beauty to me,
a sexagenarian caulk cajun
married male
i sense thee wholesome -
with insight eye see
a gorgeous gal so ripe n succulent
from the human tree
wanna me to drool
ova yaw lil zyder zee.
I made a good impression today April 19th, 2023...
getting fitted for a new pair of dentures
at Liberty Dental in Phoenixville, Pennsylvania;
The tab picked up courtesy
Aetna Medicare Advantra Cares (HMO D-SNP).
Unfortunately said outcome
represents the exception
(regarding measuring success or failure
in the school room or work place)
rather than the rule,
whereat scattershot academic,
and employment history
reveals mine curriculum vitae
chock-a-block extant
with poor scholastic performance
and termination (as if pierced
with a terrible swift sword)
from one job after another respectively.
I made an absolute ZERO effort attempt
to score high marks or earn kudos,
no rhyme nor reason why
yours truly rarely
if ever sought to persevere,
and essentially did not try
though forever dog gone tired
donning figurative dunce cap -
a pointed hat, formerly used
as an article of discipline
in schools in Europe
and the United States—
especially in the 19th
and early 20th centuries—
for children who were disruptive
or were considered slow in learning,
(where classmates or other employees
assailed ready made fodder
made snickering snide remarks
in tandem with
swashbuckling sword play - nah
akin to the three musketeers -
barred from Mars)
toward extremely socially withdrawn boy
whispering under their breath at a lad,
who owned an inferiority complex
the size of Pennsylvania)
exhibiting faith no more in self
at a painfully early age
found him eager, ready and willing
to allow, enable, and provide
ripe opportunity for others to ply
name calling and bullying,
experiencing trauma analogous to
British POWs ordered
by their Japanese captors
to construct a bridge
of strategic importance
over the river Kwai
but never did tears of sadness
simultaneously emanate
from left and right eye.
Babbling from a blatherskite
cheeses crust, i ham the biggest imponderable mystery to mice elf. if me appeals to you, I would love to meet up for coffee, squid and sauerkraut. I am very interested in how things yar life seem to always work out contrary tummy way. It is my goal to live in the moment and enjoy without pouting, to learn from everything that comes into my experience without doubt this mwm simian with a smallish prickly cock eyed convoluted brain with three legs skinny as those of a whooping crane in tandem with elongated combo Sphinx canine body of a great dane the unwitting a donor she dog called elaine additional about my cat a tonic pet agree i will refrain thanks you very mooch genesis, per this human protoplasmic mic grain sans freshet mountain spring, where fertile fecund field rosy cheeked feral lane inxs of seeking nirvana foremost in me mind and main reason this ac/dc charged beatle browed guy, who huzzah dow ting thomas pane upon verdant greensward hopes acquaintanceship, and friendship simple and plain as expressed in the following quatrain attempting to endure this unpleasant mar writ till rein from dis baad bard barred arse who iz newt insane despite riding with barred naked ladies on a gravy train while above in the heavens, the moon shadows doth wax and wane. mo'e about dis dennis well axle rod gun tha lil rose off limits by the thorn until trust grows, and friendship born intertwining body, mind and spirit of counterpart like a bowsprit after maybe a narrow miss lust will mutually adorn yet, i call on Eros to release another magical arrow. this simian known in the varmint world wide web as alias m. scott tulle bug amber liquids o the dogs he doth not chug nor down mind expanding drug boot experienced spurred me to hug and drink froom busty mother nada speedily from swollen bosom jug, which supple fingers did gingerly lug and suckle as if from a nip pulled mug sniffs with nose, when aye used to be a puppy pug ye and regale like some intricate oriental made rug only to remind myself this dickering dither nebbish on same slimy playing field retractable male member oozes like a slug. while sew king in a broth of brine formaldehyde n sumac, an eternal sleep brew elixir bitter like quinine, but otherwise quite fine dis paw made up each line noah lion eyes from mine which ocular orbs total sixty nine n populate my epidermis along each disk vertebrae of me spine which makes potion costs life an limb one sprig off the human vine noggin - after down in a gallon o wine. i enjoy a commendable comment, though many respondents rage at this gent sans wordiness, and valuable time ms spent to decipher my gibberish evicted since hours decrypting forces her/him to live in a tent. this poet can know a range of feline artful dodger with his non lion cat skills concocting totally income pre hens able confusing trills. some of these claws n nay pickling skills, which include maintaining mouse sized dignity, grace (while under fire from Stuart little), kibitzing, nibbling on self crafted bon mots, and then rubbing the dead giveaway crumbs (from double entendres) using all faux paus into thy maw paw cent less whole foods masticating dull blade less choppers. sanguine at one hundred thousand minus forty six hundred, or eight years plus forty nine = an apt and pithy phrase to matt's labyrinth best characterized as a twisted maze (along a boulevard of broken dreams) lodged deeply inside this dutiful dada shackled to an endless role of scullion, but silently gesticulates for salvation. this spruced up fun guy (and not unduly coy -- see) pines for female to cure nostrum from domestic plight. just a spoonful of sugar will most definitely help this medicine go down (best hummed to the mary poppins tune of the same name), mine current existence like a modern henry david Thoreau with a twisted sister. after perusing this rambling prose (from mine psyche feeling walled in), you might judge this personal struggle more on a par with oliver twist, i sincerely seek salient gallant wings (with or without dishpan hands) to take this humble human being who can (ha) bring a fairy tale ending to my cinderella patterned existence, rather than this helter skelter pell mell tread full life like a rat in a cage. away i want to soar no matter such fantasy a fool's' paradise! an extra ticket just located and could be a boon and salve plus preferable to travel in tandem with another. only upon surrendering to a deep and peaceful sleep (which dream state will take place soon) does the fictional world (within the wide wedded web of this wayward thinking wanderer) take hold and serve up a brief hiatus to a life devoid of contentment. this amateur baker would cook up a souffle or rhubarb pie if willingly taken from mine own personal lake wobegon awash with raw bits of flotsam and jetsam and empty boxes of powdered milk biscuits, the one with big blue stain on the outside. san sol invictus served ancient civilizations as their com-stock load transmitted from my ip node. like a modern day icarus this mwm mulls the possibility of finding a real live likeness of what constitutes a hologram of his mythic muse, who exudes able bodied confidence donning every filament. keep on dreaming cyber buddy, an anonymous reader might think, telepathically communicate or even communicate via email, which idealism goads me to broadcast the following fanciful (and perhaps not so far fetched) feasible female find among the frequent purveyors of this website. the vague nebulous barely perceptible kernel of a fictional account per my own conjured up vision (as pertains to what might comprise a companionable woman to me) could conceivable materialize into an actual arch de triumphant revelation once landing this wistful nugget of an idea into the conscious of unconscious mind of an unknown gal, who just by a fluke (of the worm holes populating the universe) finds herself piqued with curiosity about me. not a whit of information yet exists about this writer who envisions himself in seven heaven (no matter he in truth really admits to espousing an atheistic outlook on the cosmos) if that all to fickle finger of fate (usually the middle one raised by an obstreperous onlooker) finally found me in the company of a woman able to articulate in a civil and democratic manner emotions, ideas, sentiments and thoughts with an unpretentious air of sophistication. she (meaning this balsamic scented woman) would also possess a cosmopolitan demeanor yet clear of all any unpretentious knotty suaveness, but also able, eager, ready and willing to allow, enable and provide quite an ability to get into an amazing tangle of literary profundity. unlike this older fellow seriously believes he got borne in an in apropos century and revels in another illusory consideration - aside from trying to summon forth a living gal of flesh and bone from this overactive imagination.frequent farcical notions flit to and fro inside the so called major sex organ, and in moi case one with not an immensely large head incorporating being transported to say the renaissance or medieval ages or more recently that war between the north and south. if hedging bets with yours truly being a union soldier of yore, you no doubt already can infer where thy political and more pertinently national would get cast. okay, the original aim of (what many might tag as a yahoo) really wishes to explore the make believe world and just maybe prick the inquisitive of at least one online browser, who although she might not in the least be seeking any male relationship just by happenstance or circumstance experiences some inexplicable necessity to reply. in the event that should lady luck be like a divine guiding star, i know best to tamp down any premature illusions of grandeur, but let the natural course of familiarity usher the chap a roan of sacredness to be cherished for however short or long such a friendship might endure. oh yes, an ongoing (specifically offline) interaction motivates this doubting thomas fool hardy spurious posting for to be ransacked with absolute and total consent in an effort to be plucked from this (utterly difficult to describe) morass (at date of crafting this mishmash) of discontent with thy marriage, which then quite contemptuous wife, yet consideration to pledge thine troth to another could be a moderate to strong consideration. so, now with a zing a hoop ye kin be yang 2 me ying i step in2 the digital xing via summit da fall low wing written jest 2 byte tongue in cheek yet unsure if zee phone here will ring or an unexpected gold plated invitation after yodeling ding in a catch 22 effort to hear pleasant, yet discordant musical ka -- ching for cherished pennies, nickels, dimes, et cetera from heaven 2 bring. patiently twiddling fir and twenty black bird shaped like green thumb as schmart simian Semitic arse gets comfortably numb after quaffing humongous amount of rum while also downing into me gullet oral roberts sesame street pudding made of pureed plum unlike jack in the corner mull huck mooch more glum and despite this facial stubble with here n there a stale crumb, this dabbler in words haint å no cracked barrel size petsmart, skidrow, dire strait bum. If receptive to react, redact, re-enact, refract, repack, Rorschach, et cetera ...the above scenario abridged text slack or email rsvp asap 2 me -- aka khan of union track the above message approved by the late doctor zeus n swiftly tailored president zack. from a sub human holed up in his man cave this one bedroom perky oh man dwelling, thee one i moost fave scratched with deep intentions grave, whereby credo, ethos and integrity induce me 2 be-have like the hairdo shellacked (substitute requisite stick figure or other symbols), understandable to this primate of a knave bang to rocks together to signal myself as a wah na b ya sigma sixty ninth audioslave signed: yo yo ma's, king crimson beastie boy.