Malevolent Mental Maelstrom

Fiendish and gruesome phantasmagoric denizens
Dwell deep inside subterranean vault perform an evil dance
Haunt psychic landscape with imaginary (yet realistic)
Gargoyle visitations that cast a macabre trance
Nocturnal unconscious invaders cavort and gallivant
Disturb quiescent sleep with devilish and sinister prance.

Apparitions crept stealthily into peaceful slumber receptacle
Repository whence illusory landscape of dreams
Take place to rejuvenate exhausted body, mind and spirit triage
Rent asunder blissful sleep with a startled fright
Cold sweat drenched nighttime garments and bedding
Teeth chattered uncontrollably
Heart pounded loudly inside chest
Nightmarish phantoms wrought an awful ghoulish sight.

Mushroom cloud anniversary triggered frenzied gargantuan hallucination
Fifty-eight years ago today inauguration into atomic age took place
One country after another sought
to acquire demonic and destruction devices
Maintain self-preservation
in this surreal atomic weapons race
Impossible to escape the dark threat
that looms and threatens life on Earth
One launched missile spells extermination across entire global space.

No escape from humankind military machines
Munitions march mean madness and guaranteed demise to all life
Homo Sapiens violent history of bias, intolerance and/or prejudice
Characterizes vicious warfare and chronic species strife
Legacy for future (and perhaps alien) archeologists
Who will sift thru civilization debris with delicate knife.

Artifacts buried in a heap of pulverized and radioactive ash
Civilization monuments and hedonistic symbols
gone in a blinding brilliant flash
Irksome flotsam and jetsam spewed into outer space
Alien nations light years distant collect miniscule bits and pieces
Offer object lesson as extinction for beings
become excessively brash.

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Matthew Scott Harris

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çhåråc†e® ske†çh øƒ m円hew sçø†† hå®®is! ™Born in Cincinnati that buckeye state January 13th 1959 – 57+ years to date A tangle of arms & legs testing lungs, which sounded great He kind of resembled a misshapen octopus with oval pate Glowering inxs of deep purple from blue mood being irate Thrust out the womb of Harriet Harris whom Boyce did date After courting this youngest Kuritsky kin whose ill-fate Whisked by grim reaper, which demise she did hate For her being imbued with vim and vinegar til illness ate Away her je nais sais quois personable maternal trait Evident during my boyhood reflected by her son of late As he too inches closer to his mortality and Hades gate Aware that each day ought to be cherished as the rate Of time courses down zip line where grim reaper does wait Attired in brand name hoodie swinging scythe across oblate Spheroid i.e. terrestrial firmament – though years some great Yet to be lived – trying to re cap cha childhood bliss b4 freight Train on a collision course toward self-destruction ala tete a tete With Anorexia Nervosa as thy then coveted deadly mate A brutal hellish spiral down in2 abysmal depths of despair did create Indelible psychological affects undermined existence I now equate writ horrendous emotional, physical n social gouge within pate Pledged troth ('bout 2+ decades ago), which spouse oft times berate For lack of expressed concern and attests schizoid psychic slate irrevocably seared and stunted natural development where I rate prepubescent, early adulthood mental illness did grate Against once boisterously playful innocent boy crushed potentate Only male heir from me deceased mother who tried to extirpate Mailer daemons who forged suicide pact and via voice did dictate Albeit without success, yet decry forsaken innate Experiences with female relationships off viz poisoned bait!
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