How could you do that
to a poor little kid
who's eyes you dimmed.

How could you do that
to a poor little kid
who's smile you took away.

How could you do that
to a poor little kid
who's heart you broke
and filled with rage.

How could you do that
to a poor little kid
who's only wrong
was to be born.

How could you do that
to a poor little kid
who's only request
was to be loved.


How could you do that
to a poor little kid?

How could you do that to me?

How could you do that
to a poor little kid
who's smile you took away.

How could you do that
to a poor little kid
who's heart you broke 
and filled with rage.

How could you do that
to a poor little kid
who's only wrong
was to be born. 

not one drop of sweat
(especially on hot humid and hazy days)
less than a gallon
exudes forth from my pores
but nevertheless
I can single handedly manage...
primary idiopathic palmar/
palmoplantar hyperhidrosis.

Aforementioned physiological malady
unwanted and unwonted figurative
(metaphorical) beast of burden
linkedin with matrix constituting mine
corporeal essence genetically
gifted to yours truly,
invariably, objectionably,
and unquestionably
afflicts, impacts, and upsets
emotional (mental) health
diagnosed with

air of scented mint
taper off drops hint
bursts of wild colour
banish hidden  dolour
red burst sudden dawn
oh Green grass lawn
heart shape  cloud
I’m so gladly wowed
glance o’er wide fields
revel in those rich yields
hear a  low silver trickle
rising dust spry tickle
go for first light walk
from it I won’t baulk
eye on golden watch
here on fine day patch
glimpse and loiter round
nirvana I have now found
further to another review
face the morn life anew

Often these days
the following genuine sentiment
Matthew Scott Harris
doth wish to share one son,
cuz twenty years after mother succumbed
courtesy of terminal illness
that ravaged her body.

I still reckon how yours truly
shrugged off proffering
tender loving care
within whose womb,
this sole prodigal son wannabe born,
thus shouldered with self scorn
and now two decades later,
the grief and regret not so heavily worn,
nevertheless I consider myself
less familiar to thy mama
than her hats (no surprise,
she got known

In the whisper of a moonlight stream I heard her sigh or so I thought,
in the rustle of a mottled deer in oak pine forests I heard her weep or thought I did,
or maybe laugh when flitting brightly over jagged rocks.
Upon the silver tides a figure fitting her description swam  or maybe drowned  or even vanished in the neon  haze.
Earth mother, birth mother, bosom to an infant chain,
whose layered womb pulses to infinity,
whose foetal spark aches 
for her many sibling forms to coalesce or come to term

Did I hear a wisp
whisper, whimper, wilting sigh
of bright dawns…. to come!

plus I batten down the itty bitty hatches
courtesy Avast Random Password Generator,
and keep track of alphanumeric
near impossible to crack passwords
incorporating a special symbol
such as exclamation point
painstakingly recording passwords
courtesy OpenOffice document.

a couple of instances experiencing
getting the MacBook Pro hacked
linkedin to vulnerable
and susceptible access to my computer
learned me to bolster
and heavily defend
against cyber intruders
by additionally purchasing applications
such as MacKeeper

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I mourn something, someone, that I have not yet lost.
I grieve (why?) you as you are sitting in front of me.
When you laugh, it feels like needles stabbing every pore.
My eyes burn as rivers attempt to flow through.

Your laugh, once soft, like a melody;
feels hollow, like a decaying tree.
Your eyes are ash, no longer the campfire
I saw all those years ago.

How did I not notice the disease
festering beneath your skin?
The distance between us is not physical.
We sit knee to knee, yet our souls are miles apart.