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Rated: 18+ · Book · Spiritual · #1149750
A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery.
...white-hot coruscating genius that more than once dipped its proverbial toes in the obscure.
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You get hungry as a seldom published author/poet/lyricist, so quit pedaling words and just enjoy the writing process. The bullshit ‘process’ of submitting is submission.
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*StarfishY* ~~~*Fishing*~~~*FishB*~~~*Beach*~~~*Swimming*~~~*Sailing*~~~*TrophyG* *Stop* *Fork* ————————- .

How I see myself create…in the zone
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Writing

The beautiful mess made:
I had a lover's quarrel with the world - Robert Frost

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I'm sorry you got caught in the middle. - me

Neurodivergent poet

 
"Note: Poetry: life’s little interruptions amassing int..."
 

Best Poetry Collection Been more than I could imagine or expect here.
Why Mail It In? In Latin

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You are an icon here.*BigSmile*
You suffer, but you suffer brilliantly. Wow, what a great writer.*Heart*


And other people’s (reviewers) words…Review of "The Absence of Wavelength"
Your poetic muse is on fire! *Fire* Some great emotion, well-balance(d), lovely lyrical qualities -- even the ones that were written out of sadness or anger came through in a clever cadence…It's obvious you've put a lot of work into each entry and the totality of the blog has eye appeal. *Cool*

 
Published four times with one a literary journal, including… *PointRight*   "The Tender Core (Sedona)
I don’t submit—too much work with ADHD, OCD, low vision in condensate in mental prison of failing memory. I’ve seen a lot of smoldering and snow. Cynicism bred, work hard at openness and consideration.

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No specific aim going forward (2014)

 
What I used to say: 'Maybe, I just don't get it. Watch me fumble with my version of reality, expose ignorance as truth. You don't have to get me, either. But, wish someone would explain me to myself.' Now I say: *Cool* *FacePalm* Now: I was such a whore.
 



             



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Who am I, you ask? My mirror knows that question, repeated daily.

Just trying to create a little buzz, not boost my ego
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Can you believe it took this long for someone to put a quarter in me and push the button GET ANGRY?
 

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October 23, 2023 at 2:22am
October 23, 2023 at 2:22am
#1057884
When I was (redacted) years old,
I had a favorite (redacted) who (redacted)
In an old (redacted)(redacted)(redacted)
I liked best. It wasn’t very long later,
I learned of (redacted). And I guess
I miss (redacted)and the times we
(Redacted)(redacted), and (redacted).

I know we are supposed to share
these very personal experiences with
(Redacted) people to earn a prize
for contest, because it helps us
open up and tell about (redacted),
or (redacted), but I realized
I really don’t know anyone,
not even (redacted) who I miss
and can confess is dead and
I had nothing to do with it
because I was just a (redacted).

I’ve revealed enough of my life.
It’s all right there for consumption.
I’ve tried not to consider that
(Redacted)(redacted)(redacted)
could be going on (redacted),
so I kept to myself, but to be human
we each need interaction. Yet,
to be told (redacted) years ago
I’ve had decisions to make.

Never tell anyone about (redacted),
(Redacted), or (redacted) because
(Redacted) cannot be trusted.
They have (redacted)(redacted)
and you have to beware of (redacted).

I miss that person integral to my life.
I really could have chosen mother,
but I’ve spilt plenty of beans there.
They know your (redacted) and your
(redacted) abd they behave like
(Redacted)(redacted)(redacted) people.

Choose your adjectives wisely.
Also there’s an old saying my father said.


10.23.23

And it can’t be fiction.
My memory is fiction, mis-remember,
completely forget. I don’t make passwords
from anything personal, or that will come up
when gee, I could win a prize if I act
the biggest boob bawling about someone
who did blah-blah, I forget. It’s not
that they weren’t important. Cherish
privately, with family, with trusted ones.
If you’re all alone…you’re screwed?
I’m working on being unwanted
and then maybe can write some
stuff about me and fake cry.
Save your pity for the dead.


Ooh, that got ug-gly.

Oh, well.

I might enter it, parade it around, after revisions, of course.

Knock-knock. Is this thing on?

Where’d you go, polysci. Not my friend?

You created me. I’m not like this. I just thought that boomerang would hit you all in the head by now.

So what’s my end game with Kåre Enga in Montana if I’m a monster? He’s honest, needs attention. You pretend that’s what you do, and now with your phony PR/psychologist BECAUSE OF MISTAKES FROM YOUR PAST ARROGANCE. Own it. Wasn’t supposed be all caps, blind, forget…the PR.

And you’re fucking with people. I’ve been here too long, looked for your wounded to care for. Here’s another poke. Yeah, it’s the internet. Shady is okay. I can’t shadow your shade? Haven’t I mirrored enough of your shame? Do you really have no faces? I’ve seen you on Zoom, which was killed.

I miss the scripted conversations in scroll to model WDC desired behavior. I copied and pasted the last one from Storm Machine. *Laugh* worse in old days. Now, bots and zombies. Dead. You’re having trouble? Hmm.
October 23, 2023 at 2:00am
October 23, 2023 at 2:00am
#1057882
Machines can warm you, but
do not hug.
Definitely, don’t inhale
their toxic exhaust.
You can model their behavior.
Don’t be robotic.
Machines want your data, never
ever input

Something about through put blah blah

10.23.23

Everywhere I look, little dystopias, chewing on the brains of my spouse, my two kids, co-workers, more.

Num, num. give us more.
Sad robot.
October 23, 2023 at 1:30am
October 23, 2023 at 1:30am
#1057880
Let’s square off
You go first
Use your words
Call me on the phone
with three of your friends
Corner me and shame me
places I live
And I’ll respond,
“I’m sorry. Do I know you?”
With concern,
“I’m worried for you.
I sense your hands are clenched?”
Sit down with me.
Let’s talk it out.
What’s bothering you?”
My version of civility,
when I live
as public as a frog.
Don’t need to pace it off.
You have some notions.
Let me fill in the blanks
for you, so you’ll see
why I’ve been poking you.
If you don’t dialogue,
I have to wonder if you
own the guilt and shame.
Why can’t you just
say something, rather than emote
through actions, but no words?
I heard it for 17 years,
as each faceless one retreated.
Some sort of coalition
I had sought inclusion.
I have regrets, but
no forum to speak them.
My accusers went to the grave
one by one, replaced,
superseded one who erred
early on, tried contrition,
offer a hand, understand
the systemic nature of this,
an environment that must sustain.
Is it not going well? Could it be
you are angry at something else.
Look. It took me a long time
as a whipping boy to get a taste
of silence not lashes. Slow
as one with no social functions,
learned through negation
and how to model reaction.
But lose myself, dignity, identity?
What’s the cause? Secretive.
Uh-huh. And I’ve done you wrong,
somehow by playing silly games
rather than eyes on my own prize
when I realize what you’ve taken
from me. And if I don’t like it?
I’ll sit here and enjoy tea.
Repaint your faces, speak
falsely. I don’t care. I came to help.
I deserve what I get for blind trust.
So, square off, talk or back
the fuck off. Because, I’ve only
just begun learning your game.
I model behavior, good and bad.
Thanks for the inspiration,
I’ll not own your shame. Happy
to be out of whatever this is.
Not trying to get in the way.
I’ve erred somehow, but
get off my dick and I’ll stop
standing on your porch
looking through windows,
wonder when you’ll come out.
I’m not in hiding. You are.
Step out, speak. I’ll listen,
I’ll add contrition, if your argument
is fair. Some of you have
something at stake, won’t speak.
I feel you out best. The rest,
arrogant indifference. It’s okay.
I’ll absolve you all. I said,
I don’t care. But, you really
need to grow up. School yard
stuff. I hate to think how your
motivations have hurt others
seeking refuge in a false hostel.


10.23.23

I know you read my private stuff.
This - is - me - poking - you
Take the masks off. You’re afraid.


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