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His Gweniverre Jun 2018
I miss you Hales.
Especially on nights like this.
The cold summer rains...
We used to cuddle and say we should put more clothes on.
Funny, we never actually did.
We just grabbed more blankets, then snuggled closer.
It's hard Hales.
Learning to live again, it's hard without you.
I stopped trying after you.
I stopped caring.
I hope you know I'm sorry for all the awful drunken words.
I was so scared to go on without you, I was so angry that you left.
All I could do was drink more and hope that poison killed the one inside me.
But on nights like these, I miss you next to me Hales.
It's hard to sleep and it's just getting harder.
Life is changing babe and it's pulling me with it.
Just know, I still miss you.
I love you Hales, even after death.
I was so ready to meet you in summerland.
But I think it'll be a little longer than I thought babe.
I'm happy again Hales.
I just wish you were here next to me, just to hear your voice.
I already know your secrets, but I have new ones to tell.
I wonder if our locks are still there.
I lost my key..
I couldn't wear it anymore, I...I just couldn't, Hales.
I'm sorry.
I miss you babe.
Goodnight Hales.
Pretty bird.
His Gweniverre Jun 2016
I don't want to forget
But I just can't remember
I could feel it, us sinking
Losing track of what made us
I lost myself in you
In your energy, your smile, the light you gave me
The hope, Haley, I found it again
That hope I ran from,
It's back and I'm scared
I'm scared to ask Hales
I asked you
Remember?
We were on the hammock all night.
Back and forth we went in time with the breeze.
One way, then another, fighting then kissing and crying.
You hated it.
You didn't want to answer but you did.
You answered and we fell asleep.
He smells like cedar Haley.
Mammaw always loved cedar.
She burned it after, you know.
I lost myself after
I'm sorry I didn't go to your funeral
In a way though, I've never left
I mourn everyday for you
And he heals the hole you left me with
Not covers, not fills
Heals.
I love him Hales.
You'd laugh and say handle bar mustaches were pelicans in their former life.
You signed my year book that.
I still have it.
It's blurred from the years I cried over that yearbook.
Our year.
You left before the next one was over.
Haley I love him, everything about him
He reminds me of that line we once heard. "His kiss bends me like a palm to the hurricane.
I crash against him.
Pushed to his feet, I beg."
It really is what we pictured.
He makes me laugh Hales.
So wild, but so cynical.
You used to tell people that about me
When I'd point out the problems in a joke
In a movie, cartoon
You used to say so wild but so cynical.
You were perfect Hales.
He's perfect babe.
I feel like a girl again.
I've been a woman taught how please for so long.
He makes me feel innocent. Happy.
He makes the missing pieces not hurt.
I miss you though.
I love you Haley.
I hope you're happy and peaceful wherever you are.
I hope you can see my smile Hales.
I hope it's almost as bright as yours.
jess Oct 2012
I love it when you do what I do
I love to do the same as you
I love when we are weird
I love how I know when your sad
I love when we like the same guy we both don't like him anymore
I love that your my bestfriend because if you went who would be
I love you for always being their
I love we both love one direction
        I love you hales
Dedicate to : haley
His Gweniverre Jul 2016
Hales I'm losing it...
The pictures are back.
It's not just that though.
They make sense now Hales.
The tremors are worse,
I haven't seen the doc in a minute.
I miss you Hales.
So much so sometimes I feel hallow.
Hales, why did it have to be like that?
It didn't have to end how it did.
You knew that.
But it did.
Too little, too late.
His Gweniverre Jan 2017
Hales it was too good to be true
I don't want to wait anymore
I'm tired of going through the motions
Trying to find a way to breathe
The air is cold and harsh
I just want to be in your arms again
I want to come to you
Leave this world behind
Hales will you hate me
If I give up
Don't judge me for wanting to slip into the darkness
I know I'll find you there
I can't stand the light
I miss you Hales
I just want to be with you again....
Impulzez Nov 2012
My head is on fire
I’m running on water
I’m flying but
Can’t pass the ceiling

It feels so good
I’m breathless from this feeling
Talking to a million people
With a billion voices has never felt so, so great

I see you in a million reflections
Responding in a billion reactions
Time after time I keep changing my mind
But I still can’t get myself over you

You get me feeling so high
I believe I’m in sky
Voices echoing just like yours
Faces flashing just like yours
Scents smelling just like yours
My nervous system can’t stop vibrating

This Addict is in love
Like Smokers who never
Remember their days of resistance
I can’t remember ever wishing
I wasn’t feeling this way
You alone lift and elevate
My emotional status
From the real to the imaginary
Height of realms

From a crisp rub with my thumb
To a careful sieve of the shafts
A cutting of a sizeable wrap
To package it all before
Flaming it up
A drag, an inhalation
That assures of all

This Addict is out of control
Wanting nothing but more and more
Like I never knew your love
It’s beyond my certainty
It’s my hormones and cells
Flowing in my blood stream
That just can’t get enough of you
Like a bad habit
I can’t stop loving you
I don’t need a tattoo
To let the world
Know you are always on my mind
I'm already addicted to you
Impulzez Nov 2012
Beyond the butterfly feelings

In the whirlwind of our intimacy
A full option sensual desire
Distance distancing distance
All at once till we hit the ******
The zenith of pleasures and feels
Like the breakthrough of Miracles
Sounds of Soughs, ex and in hales
Hot Moments of breathlessness
Scratches of speechlessness
Mouth agape, dead-in-moments
long squeezes, short grips, sweats
Body vibrating, breath whispering
Emotions revealing, turn ons
Passions imploding, hard ons
Intense kinetic motions of kardias
Slippery shining fleshy mammalians
Till the moment of implosion: ******
That sweet ecstasy moment when
all that exists is what you feel
His Gweniverre Oct 2016
Hales the hole is twice wide.
I'm struggling to breathe.
All I want is to be held,
But there's no one to hold me.
Why'd you leave me?
I told you I'd never learn to live without you.
Should've listened to myself.
It was safe babe.
He still feels safe.
But I can't be what he needs.
I can't seem to get pass the feeling.
But I know ******* those huh babe?
I'll find my balance Hales.
I just wish you were here to guide me,
To hold me through the pain.
I miss you Hales.
Logan Robertson Jul 2019
Where Phil's ship set sails
With the biggest whales
His legend has tales
And he spouts no fails
In the depth of nails
His hammer has gales
With winding winds of hales
He keeps to his trails
Leaving quests that impales
Five consecutive NBA finals scales
With LeBron and Leonard's pails
He fetches more water to rescales
With Lakers, his thirst now flails
Bringing hope his ship prevails

Logan Robertson

7/15/2019
The Lakers brought in forner assistant coach Phil Handy from the NBA champions Toronto. One there is hope he brings in a winning  mindset, one that's contagious, especially ferreting out the best in his players. Two there is hope LeBron's drive is fueled. With five consecutive NBA finals appearances with Cleveland and Toronto he certainly has a good track record and foundation to build on with the Lakers.
His Gweniverre Jun 2016
No silence..
Just emptiness Hales.
I'm lost babe.
I'm confused and I'm hiding and I wish you were here.
I am so good at it huh babe?
You used to tell me I'll only be alone for as long as I want to be.
Hales, I'm breaking.
I'm slipping so fast.
And I can't get up.
I can't.
Not again Hales.
Within this colossal concrete tomb
the shadows of the workers loom
their vanquished voices engulf the night
for few have knowledge of their plight
some fell to their death
while the walls were poured
their screams unheard
as the mixture roared
some walked this oasis
before the white man's hand
bloodied the soil
and defiled the land
they acknowledged the spirits
and respected the earth
then fell to the edict
and their ruler's mirth
within these walls of needless death
where souls remain forlorn
the cries of many will tear your heart
should you stay to hear them mourn

Inspired by the 'Ghosthunters'episode: Flooded Souls
David Bojay Sep 2015
Being able to exterminate but knowing how to control the fire
Being able to let go unconsciously
There's more to what we see
There's more to labeling
It's not just pain
It's not just happiness
It's freedom within
Being able to handle without thinking of how to control
Being able to forgive when the lions are eating your family members
The more aesthetic you are, the more "****** up" you can be
Or the more YOU you can be
Freedom
"Losing all hope was freedom" -Andrew Hales
So profound
The more you grow, the more accepting you are of what's to come.... even if it's death
Living spontaneously because overthinking is pain you control
The more you love, the deadlier you are to the "enemy"
But it's honest
If the future was written I'd fight the present and alter it's vision
What I'm saying now goes beyond being controlled
The more you fight the more freedom you have with the self
Balance and create
Peace in pain
Shift gears and go a different route
Ego death to defeat "yourself" to see yourself in a true color
Chances are given and not taking them is the same as not existing
Broke barriers and saw myself naked and vulnerable
Accepted myself for what I was and didn't take **** from others
Showed loved and confusion drove them insane.... anger builds within their souls and I just wanted to release anger in a love form
"Become the better version of yourself" -Elliot Hulse
I'm not close to my prime
With every profound moment that passes I start to cry
My phone is dry, but my heart is an ocean of opportunity within
Welcome to your real mind where being free with thoughts isn't a crime
The world is in you, don't let fear control your life
Here's the thing, I'll only grow and grow.... and grow even more
Consciously and physically
Focus on the self
We'll die fulfilled and the mind will be filled with wealth
You'll be prepared for anything
Control is in your hands
You are not a character
Fight for freedom within
It'll slowly fade and strip down
Again, I'm not even in my prime
"I'm only human" there's no excuse
Capable of so much, watch and learn
Do everything you want to do, because death doesn't give you second chances
Live, don't just exist
Take the risk
We try to put a title to everything and it goes beyond what the word means
If you found out your life was being controlled by another type of being would you fight it?
Would you end it?
Find cheats to be free?
If you found out earth was just a grid and your consciousness was based on experience, would explore?
Would you fight what controlled you in order to live free?
Self love will cause them pain
Realizing your worth would trouble their control
Suicide will only please them
You are more than just a character in a game
So fight and release your inner insane
His Gweniverre Jul 2016
Pretty bird...
We said it every night.
It was supposed to work.
Keep you close.
Just another folk tale.
You used to laugh at me,
Tell me folk tales was magic lost and forgotten.
I laughed...said you needed a reality check,
That life had a way of cracking rose colored glasses.
Wish I'd been wrong Hales.
Remember the folk tale about the ocean and the stars?
I hope that one's true.
I got a minute to find out now....
Another month..
It's getting real babe.
The tremors are worse.
I won't be able to hide much longer.
You're not here Hales.
You were supposed to be.
Another folk tale I guess?
Just like pretty bird.
Judgson blessing Mar 2015
Oh sea, eternal sea.
sea of tempest gale .
what gloom of thee i now see?
sorrow of my lost dear hales .
what do i behold with thy gait .
tears and sinister hulk wherever i sail.
for uncountable dreads you nail .
sea tells me the memoirs of your past hails.
sea of great Normandy lost fortune .
sea of old Titanic sadness.
sinister hell for no one to tell the cruelness.
that i deem for long their lost tune .
i hear but their murmur in horrid abyss.
poor of my dream ,no more or a bliss.
sea of eternal time and awful gloom .
sea of Moses magic and Egyptian battalions hell room.
oh,what memoir do i behold of thee.
painful reminisce and arrogance  toss of thee.
sea of Fuller's glory wickedly cast out not  see.
with babe and apron washed ashore .
but where writ encamped into your deep bore .
sea;of you i behold boredom but no lore .
and Fuller i long make my dear lord .
sea of all histories :low and high and Saratoga .
sea of past glory memoir of where did Columbus go.
i hear all ,and Phoenicians past bloom .
but i fear cause your waves sweep like a broom .
oh, our town ,our farm all engulfed .
slayer is Catherine a daughter of sea .
our  green pasture , and our bed of flower ripped .
for my kindred kinsman at Haiti that i cant see.
you court me with fantasy but i behold with horror.
for i dont want my last reminisce of love .
to be linked with thee,thee coldest terror .
all parting is good in likewise all leave .
but tomb stone i will appraise at my depart eve.
oh ,never rested slaughter of of eternal  time.
at Jakarta i see you mark i red line .
your thirst can never be quenched .
in your horror all ,but is cheated .
you are the most sweet kiss .
but i behold with venomous kiss .
Anthony Hitch Nov 2014
I think I'll take a walk to find the beach.
   -the ocean locked my breath and since I'd thought the wave that cleansed me
   I've been drowning.
The air is always fresh in hales
through my throat but never reaches
   deep enough.

Hysteric, how I try to breathe
   when sand is in my lungs.
    And with no tide- just gentle winds
    to trace the edges of my wound
To let me know that I'm not whole.

   In Hell's persistence, hot or cold,
          the pressures dance beneath my chest.
      They run in fear of facing what may change them,
Angry that they're chased,
    and that they run.
till underwater takes them high enough
   beneath the light, beneath the waves.
        In wave-less depths they crack and space
   will crush them into holes in teeth of rotting suns.
Teeth Grit,
Knuckles Clench,
Resolve Resolves,
Foul Stench.

Forever Contending.
Never Forgetting.

Dialectical Gales,
Incendiary Hales,
Phosphorus Shale,
Reason fails.

Tears Break.
Feet Slip.
Hands Grasp,
Focus Grips.

Wings Spreading.
Never Forgetting.

Mouth Spits,
Muscles Clench,
Resolve Resolves,
Foul Stench.

Lungs Inhale
Bellows Exhale
Reason Rails
It Tastes the Grail

Phoenix Burning.
Youth Returning.

Strength Unfound,
Pressure Grounds.
Limbs Crawl
Verbal Drawls

Quiet Learning.
Olympus Burning.

Knowledge Found.
Knowledge Lost.
Bi-Pedal Payment.
Sedentary Cost.

Fires Fed,
Pyers Doused,
Free Mis-Led,
Courage Roused.

Walkers Talking.
Brothers Running.

Teeth Grit,
Knuckles Clench,
Wind Abates,
Bereft of Stench.
(similar physiological phenomena
affected yours truly
exactly one year ago),
yet nevertheless hunger,
not only for victuals
but peace on Earth
and goodwill to all men,
women, children, animals,
plants, et cetera

Mine corporeal complex edifice
unleashes convulsions of anxiety
less so regarding mine kampf,
one paltry existence among bajillions
of **** sapiens, but rather
indiscriminate violence of war.

Wanton aggression unleashed
upon defenceless civilians
caught in the crosshairs
of abhorrent, indignant, repugnant...
pillaging, ******, trespassing,
violating, xing sacrosanct boundaries
against humble people.

Said encroachment upon Ukraine
major reason lack of appetite
prevails to savor even smallest bite
unlike Pavlov's dog,
I neither salivate nor excite
at prospect (parking) body
against table not low but fahrenheit
unfair punishment fates did indict,
whereby yours truly decreed
to suffer wraith inflicted

akin to ghastly revengeful Jacobite
asitia struck with vengeance
sucker punched pit of stomach
with furious dog forsaken might
unsavory predicament figuratively
eating away me passion
to relish comestibles day and night,
hence feeble effort to craft poem quite
lame rhyming for no reason right?

Yours truly cannot remember,
how many days, weeks, months... ago
elapsed, whereby with voraciousness I ate
(above mentioned statement veracious -
food for thought) I plainly communicate
hoop fully buzzfeeding, dishing out quandary

in fortified effort to elucidate
thee dear anonymous reader great
if newfound (albeit tenuous) intrigue
awoke courtesy mine artful ruse to initiate
reciprocity, cuz regret iz the stealer of joy
thus verbally athletic, cryptic, enigmatic,

generic, idiotic, kinetic, magnetic, opportunistic
quixotic, solipsistic (ha) troubadour
who heartily hales within
southeastern keystone-state
dares himself to reach out across cyberspace
in an cautiously optimistic effort to mitigate

and extend his metaphorical (albeit empty) plate
maintaining netiquette, an amorphous,
yeah flirtatious nebulous groovy savoir faire,
which mine body, mind, spirit triage
suddenly seems restoration of natural craving
toward sustenance doth oscillate.

What relief long starved taste buds to appease
cuz methought (courtesy obsessive compulsive
worst case scenario catastrophizing)
one garden variety guy
acquired some generic disease
A deep sigh of relief he dryly heaves!
revisited January 23rd, 2024
on the evening before yours truly
(the one and only Matthew Scott Harris),
a stand up comic wannabe, who
historically heartily hales
from Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
undergoes oh joy rapture colonoscopy.

Three days before that first appointment
with estimable gastroenterologist
Doctor Kellen Karl Kovalovich
regarding upcoming procedure
scheduled for August 17th, 2022),
unfortunately yielded inconclusive results
meaning the excretory material
not satisfactorily expelled.

Though necessary to swallow
four Dulcolax laxative tablets,
plus additionally quaff half
238 gram bottle of Miralax
over span of eight hours,
and if necessary
even apply one Fleets
(or store brand) Enema.

Ideally Vaseline ought be applied
to the enema tip to avoid abrading
sensitive skin surfaces.

The missus located lubricating fluid
she purchased Trojan lubricants
Continuance Essence at Adult World
when a clearance sale
at said store took place.

As a more effective modus operandi
aforenamed said specialist
strongly advised taking Su-prep
in place of Miralax, which  
two step process already begun
earlier today, which
date mentioned in first line.

I grudgingly accept short lived
lower abdominal discomfort
linkedin with gushing watery stools
analogous to reasonable and tolerable
assault upon me derriere
considerably less severe than shigella
tube be worth knowing
nada worry colon cancer
would pose grave threat.

I remembered first colonoscopy
specialist named Larry Borowsky
located 525 Jamestown Ave. #101,
Philadelphia, PA 19128
(challenged courtesy hearing difficulty,
hence he wore an auditory device)
treated me some half dozen plus years ago,
yours truly didst solidly waste,
rather subsequently spent
a few hours writing, toil letting,
and crafting the following bupkis
slightly modified to correspond
with present modus operandi treatment.

Ask any devotee  
of above named gastroenterologists
officious military licensed cheeky knucklers,
ne’er kissed gluteus maximus,
they soldiered thru medical school
despite getting pooped out
rigorous regimen now both know
vital details regarding bowels of human
excretory system, which iz alimentary
and familiar flickering

sleight of hand linkedin
quicken wrist zooms into grab bag
of medicinal tricks - mimics
waving magic wand bitta bang
prestidigitation abracadabra
of **** scope brings – dang
gustatory scenic aerated holy smoker
of a ******, a wasteland fang
less, but the backside seat,
where ****** berries

and/or polyps sometimes hang,
whence undergoing this
behind the scenes procedure
where smelly silent sonnets
from sphincter sprang
most times flatulence
relieved in private place
but, post-op probe
forced air into buttucks,  
thus encourage patients

to aerate sterile space
otherwise known as passing gas
scrutinized faces elicit embarrassment
of elderly folks,
who feel self conscious farting in public
before departing from human race,
rearing specialist unheralded doctors
relieves anguish without a trace
which gratitude spurred
****** attempt to compose verse

to express appreciation
clean bill of health and disperse
anticipatory anxiety, this pooper trooper
endured with pseudo “nurse”
actually mine wife, who nudged me
to undergo examination
lest she bare witness
becoming a widow
following mine hearse
if hypothetical demise did pass,

deceased would hear loud curse
analogous to unstoppable enema,
(brought out from downed colyte
consumed for first colonoscopy)
expletives interspersed with my name
exhibiting master card
shark cunning never forgiving
nor forgetting how we happened
to be broke nearly the entire
coup d’état of marriage –  

reaching cheeky **** pinching
catatonic state die n rapport,
this generic guy saved
from premature death viz ace sing  
examination positive outcome tantamount
with flying colors – at least now,
our two grown darling daughters can
(in ****** dooby doo doo time), perhaps
if/when they beget
their own children witness longevity

courtesy of exemplary doctors
Kellen Karl Kovalovich,
and/or Larry Borowsky,
whose honed trained hands and eyes
adept to scout out and ticket
suspicious cellular demons,
aim of innocuous microbes
to destroy e pluribus unum alone!
Mine corporeal complex edifice
unleashes convulsions of anxiety.

Lack of appetite
to savor even smallest bite
unlike Pavlov's dog,
I neither salivate nor excite
at prospect (parking) body
against table not low but fahrenheit
unfair punishment fates did indict,
whereby yours truly decreed
to suffer wraith inflicted

akin to ghastly revengeful Jacobite
asitia struck with vengeance
sucker punched pit of stomach
with furious dog forsaken might
unsavory predicament figuratively
eating away me passion
to relish comestibles day and night,
hence feeble effort to craft poem quite
lame rhyming for no reason right?

Yours truly cannot remember,
how many days, weeks, months... ago
elapsed, whereby with voraciousness I ate
(above mentioned statement veracious -
food for thought) I plainly communicate
hoop fully buzzfeeding, dishing out quandary

in fortified effort to elucidate
thee dear anonymous reader great
if newfound (albeit tenuous) intrigue
awoke courtesy mine artful ruse to initiate
reciprocity, cuz regret iz the stealer of joy
thus verbally athletic, cryptic, enigmatic,

generic, idiotic, kinetic, magnetic, opportunistic
quixotic, solipsistic (ha) troubadour
who heartily hales within
southeastern keystone-state
dares himself to reach out across cyberspace
in an cautiously optimistic effort to mitigate

and extend his metaphorical (albeit empty) plate
maintaining netiquette, an amorphous,
yeah flirtatious nebulous groovy savoir faire,
which mine body, mind, spirit triage
suddenly seems restoration of natural craving
toward sustenance doth oscillate.

What relief long starved taste buds to appease
cuz methought (courtesy obsessive compulsive
worst case scenario catastrophizing)
one garden variety guy
acquired some generic disease.
Spouse of my eldest sister
marital bond fixed in place
strong as mortise and tenon,
he hales of hearty Irish stock
genes of said septuagenarian
analogous to pith and marrow
wrought courtesy divine providence.

At present aforementioned brother in law
recuperating after orthopedic surgeon
alleviated severe pain
NOT linkedin to damaged, injured,
and ossified rotator cuff
as initially surmised, nevertheless
temporarily forcing kinsman
to become a southpaw.

Thankful his insurance coverage
picked up what I imagine
to be a hefty tab to cover cost
of surgical spine procedure,
whereat the discs located
between the vertebrae C4 thru C7
were bulging and pressing significantly
into spinal cord nerves.

Three discs delicately removed
fragmented discs taken out tweezer like
and titanium pieces put in their place.

Months long physical therapy
will build back better
common Joe biden his time
to trump and amp up body electric.

Today (March 29th, 2024),
I recently spoke with Amelie
over the telephone
(the above referenced sibling
in first line of poem),
whose aura, charisma, dogma,
karma, and persona
fully yet unpretentiously regaling
her unbridled love
larding with emotional munificence
effecting, eliciting, embodying,
and exhibiting love in plain view
genuine care and concern
lavished toward him,
whom she pledged her troth
methinks more'n thirty five years ago.

As a longtime surveyor
for Gloucester County, New Jersey
he acquired familiarity
with tools of the trade
and truckload of skills to boot.

Prime years of his life
working hard schlepping, and positioning
moderately heavy duty equipment;
no doubt ofttimes
said weighty implements,
I imagine said paraphernalia routinely
being figuratively toted, lugged,
and dragged across all types of terrain
(while being exposed
to elements of nature)
making precise measurements
to determine property boundaries;

providing data relevant to features
of the Earth's surface,
such as shape and contour,
for engineering, mapmaking,
construction, and other purposes
back breaking physical labor
taxing his then robust
essentially got paid exerting
conditioning, and applying
his brute strength
courtesy the sweat of his brow
yielded laudatory results.

Exemplary track record
(as a career employee
acquiring well deserved promotions)
plus stellar report card
regarding characteristics of attendance,
performance, and punctuality
allowed, enabled and provided
current accumulated earned paid time off
countless months to recover from
major necessary operation
videlicet outstanding team of specialists
at prestigious Virtua Voorhees Hospital.
i need music! ****! i need music:
how much talking are we going to
get to with you snoring and me snorkeling
in finding typos!
cats meow: women snore:
not able to find the Sibyls
and moon jive: to then walk...
seriously! feminism is like the epicentre
of what women: in the old:
used to be like: prophets!
the ones giving birth arriving at death also
first... with thirst...
and the woman that heaved a Socrates to
his dominion over people...
is not... the same woman who said
god loved christ and thus sent him
to be a crucified pork belly!
yes! Beelzebub groan... you know this to be true!
rhinos and elephants don't snore!
yes... what is woman in relation to
a grand man like Socrates...
the ******* ****** birth?
i appreciate your insult:
they have width and height and i'm an inch taller
but can't spread your lie:
just say i'm a bilingual schizophrenic
with an addiction to Moscow Army Parades...
because that's where i slumped...
Moscow Day of Victory Parades...
no ***** riot... just the ***** police of western feminism...
music!music!
you snore i need to the feed the cats or something
maybe Reyla needs some breakfast cereyal
maybe she has teenage angst...
o.k.
you just...
     oh wow... don't try to wake up! keep snoring!

daddy is on a mission...
daddy is on a mission...
is that a cat or is that Reyla?
my my MUSUBI...
face-hugger.....
purr or trill: to THOT
THOT         THOT...

oh wait... that's still you snorting the snore of
the snorkel... almost gagging
on purr...
and whimper and so many variations
of nature made compounded by how communication
can be arrived at in the microcosm of the unconscioius
and the the macrocosm of consciousness
that somehow deems Islam
with a rekindled flash of genius...
and i'm sorry: no... now:
begins the new age...

          i'm psychonlaysing people in their sleep:
when my love in hales her snores
the Chimera
of a laughing hyena...
the rattle of a snake...
the rhasp of a crocodile smiling...
the agenda...
inhales... her snores: she sounds like
a spy hog
laughing hyena baby...
then falls silent...
then somewhere a woman i dossociate with
loses her mind....

this phone conversation went on for over 7h and
she'll wake up and realise... i was necrophyliac
with her i was a night walker:
i made the day into a night

and i've been forver asleep...
but she will wake up
and i will explain: once more...
the relationship to AI technology within
the already available confines of
algorithm scrutiny...
and people will know that i appropriate
to a near defunct
study of NVQ study in whatever
direction outside the GCSE and A-LEVEL
******* economic model
of crafting man...
with AI...
what did i learn in the brothel?
what else did i learn in the playground?
this psychonalysis...
no Freud would came the time to make his day
into listening to the woman
he loves... sleep...
that would be a ******* fate worse
than suicide!
my day, come 6pm... involves...
me listening to you sleep... snore... try to become
a walking soma
attentive... a night walker:
you talk to me in sonic riddles...
woman: and then consciously you cry like
i am a hinge of rock to give outlet
to: from mountains came the rivers:
since the mountains reach for the skies
and tickled clouds and said:
i work for charity: give us some filter...
****! no rewind button!
no rewind button!
i'm getting messaged to squeky toy
by people who think
i own all poetry or hello poetry
they want my page to get more traction:
**** me it's not my page
i just don't care!
so paychonalaysis of me talking to you
and writing about you while you sleep:
somewhere in the distance a child
is crying...
last night
a cat fight broke the harmony of the night
with the dogs starting to bark on posit
of authority...
****! no REWIND button!
you snoring is like SNMR:
music worth of ****...
sound of rain on tent
sound of rain on tin roof
sound of rain and thunder
sound of a blizzard...
sound of wind and crows
sound of fireplace crackling...
sound of: surgery...

seriously: i love a woman more
when she has the audacity to insult me...
it feels that...
well: if she can insult me:
but appetisers other men...
weirdly: cut... gem...
          yes: creaking door Thomas alseep...
no ******* barrage of good music:
just subtle interpretations of language:
because man speaks like all the other animals:
but only when he's alseep...
and robot too...

and the insult were like ******* microcosms...
she really can insult me
but then i know the tugging magnetism
that made her leave this conversation
on and ticking...
Gaugin and the taxi-drivers...
just saying...

she's going to wake up and realise
for all her hurt i tried to be a gentleman and keep
her company in her sleep:
so i could hone in on how
there can be: an eatablished:
conversational-schizophrenia...
conversational-demen­tia...
it can be achieved...
but it requires a potency to drive
the human experience beyond the Benelux
easy-way out policy of euthanasia....

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