Emancipation proclamation from Samson fixation
Otherwise titled deep into my fiftieth year of passive aggressive rebellious puberty.
Yes, I chickened out getting a haircut yesterday August twenty seventh two thousand and twenty four as stated in a previous poem before undergoing cataract surgery cause mine deux (mind you) ponytail donation of at least by donating at least eight inches of these straggly tresses to a facility that repurposes cut hair for Children with Hair Loss after getting golden – more specifically brunette imponderable locks lopped off, would still cost me thirty five dollars namely at Salon Nova (situated at west Ridge Pike, Suite A, Royersford, Pennsylvania, 19468) not including a tip, which extra bonus, (would most likely top off the total cost close to fifty dollars, but yours truly best ask this question ahead of time, which monetary fait accompli with scissors might best set my sights until speedy recovery videre licet post cataract surgery.
Sacrilegious transgression against deeply rooted obsessive compulsive disorder impossible mission to forcibly eject from out my psyche, until drastic measure of prefrontal lobotomy or Electroconvulsive therapy employed courtesy a thirteen year old.
Siege warfare (trumpeting)
average joe biden his time
linkedin with aberrant behavior
transpires within me mind,
(not just today August 27th, 2024,
but everyday/365)
warrants depleting stockpile arsenal
constituting exhausting mental health
uprooting deep seated repellent pesky
daunting lost cause.
Overruled by irrational thoughts,
I feebly muster a lame duck
half quacked comeback
(think home team cheering at pep rally)
against analogous figurative agents provocateur
said nemesis bore down hard
upon sense and sense abilities
mine psyche undergoing
blistering, hectoring withering, et cetera
courtesy ghost of Emily Brontë
mailer daemons flitting to and fro,
hither and yon within wuthering heights.
Another necessity Emma gin)
awoke prided prejudice
plus sense and sensibility
to confront head on
after trimming back the tresses
beastie boy foo fighting (Irish,
no matter genealogy regarding
yours truly Eastern European)
mine talking head housing
private insane asylum.
Incomprehensible thought processes
chronically spin out of control
dictate mandate NOT to wash hair
until at least one week passage of time,
(an arbitrarily chosen number
i.e. seven days convenient block)
even if appearance looks unkempt, slovenly
grungy, et cetera as nirvana seeking guy.
Thus, I readily admit self held hostage,
whereby loopy thought provoking patterns
hopelessly, grimly, futilely find me surrendering
NEVER eradicating down battened ramparts
neurotic, lunatic approved, idiotic
mind mental chattering
babbling jabbering gibberish
housing concocted village people
dead set against shampooing oily locks.
Quite a tussle (think metaphorical hair pulling)
ensues within me scrambled noggin,
whereby pathetic psychotic pummeling
win knows scrimmage
scoring touchdown amidst
teaming muted brouhaha
allowing, enabling, and providing
harmlessly insane nettlesome
pesky skewed notions
ridiculous leeway to predominate
until yours truly USDA
qualified, hashtagged, certified...
as grateful dead among human league.
I generally mean mine mien mental state
moost occasions heavily marinated stupor
long established as external trait
psychologically time tested trooper
impossible mission to kickstart sanity
doppelgänger regularly revisits his soul asylum
hellbent antimatter he cannot vitiate
despite therapeutic laxative merely exhausts
well bred literate smoking doobie brother
eliminating aforementioned pablum
witnessed courtesy one floundering grouper
among plenty of fish schooled
hyphenated (high finned haggled)
burn hushed scaled poem
courtesy one unionised rebellious party pooper.
Spellbound with colossal mental grippe
(i.e. all-consuming figurative cerebral
obsessive compulsive forced membership)
magnetic resonance imaging
indicated jagged blip
and/or nsync microscopy
showed telltale genetic authorship
regarding above stated mental health crisis,
whereby Sigmund Freud analyst did flip
lid freeing leeches imported courtesy Philip
Hansel and Gretel a mere slip
o' lass, whose nose she always did turnip.
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You certainly know words and have a knowledge of the English dictionary, Mathew. All the best, B
you left a most pleasant poetic morsel to whet me appetite for further familiarization with me an aspiring, conspiring, enervating, gravitating, inspiring, kickstarting, manifesting, orchestrating, quavering, satisfying, unassuming, warbling and yearning - anachronistic, bombastic, charlatanistic, deterministic, emotionalistic, fatalistic, gnostic, holistic, introspectionistic, journalistic, karstic, linguistic, mentalistic, noncannibalistic, opportunistic, philosophistic, quietistic, realistic, secularistic, traditionalistic, universalistic, verbalistic wordsmith.
BRIEF BIOGRAPHY OF MATTHEW SCOTT HARRIS:
Matthew Scott Harris (the second offspring and only son of the late boyce and the later harriet harris) made his unheralded debut on a brutally cold January thirteenth anno domino mcmlix.
Once awareness blossomed within thee Iris of each eye, Mother Nature with his proclivity to become most grounded when basking in the seasonal pastel of sounds and smells.
This predilection a rose and stemmed from self-propelled exposure to fauna and flora.
All creatures great and small found him bedazzled, delighted, fixated, harmonized, kindled, moored, ogled, quelled, seduced, tantalized, vaunted from biodiversity.
His father - employed as a mechanical engineer with general electric - heard the powerful lungs of this gangly newborn prior to being permitted to cradle said infant!
Born in Cincinnati, Ohio, this sole son spent the majority of his existence at two rural areas fifty plus four years ago.
Audubon and Collegeville the geographic names of said locales.
He attended first at half of second grade at an elementary school in the former place name.
His ability to adjust from one than another grade school evinced early signs of difficulty.
Extreme shyness in tandem with a congenital speech defect (submucous cleft palate) seemed to alienate him from other classmates. As an outside neutral observer, i watched with gut wrenching agony how he seemed socially detached and rarely invited to join in any reindeer games!
Yes, a gross (dozen) degrees of taunting left him without friends.
Lack of confidence and ultra reticence offered manna to bullies.
Matter of fact, this vulnerability and susceptibility per being on the receiving end of verbal slings continued all thru public education.
He graduated without any vocational idea (despite an ignoble attempt to fail - and yet got promoted nonetheless), and then endured parental wrath equal ultimatums with scathing expletive filled lectures.
The absence of clear-cut goals found him enrolling and withdrawing from countless colleges and/or universities.
Delay with interpersonal success accompanied like a dark shadow creeping closer like the edge of night, where all the children from Lake Woebegone and distant environs slept oblivious to any impending terrestrial debacle, either man-made or arising without the bowels of the Earth, or due to meteorological phenomena.
thank you ever so much for unwittingly boosting my flagging spirit courtesy of a lifetime (channel) of mental health issues as iterated with true to poetic renditions of decades worth of severe social anxiety in tandem with obsessive compulsive behavior all topped of with dysthymia - a low mood occurring for at least two years, along with at least two other symptoms of depression, which emotional wrackings alleviated courtesy nine medications. genuine inquisitiveness doth abound regarding your own bout with emotional challenges if ye feel so inclined to share.
You're presenting me your biography and I am truly pleased.
Thank you. Nice to meet you Matthew!
I shall read it carefully. And I have to admit that I have to read yours "Samson fixation'' once gain. Happy writings my fellow Poet. B