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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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T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚            


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
Curry Flurry:

Writing

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

         |
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

Pluggers:
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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I absolutely loved this! *^*Heart*^*

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18+ Comment: Love my process constructing and sharing visions in words collected (fuck limitations).

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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
#amwriting #poetry #blog #contest #freeverse #award #bestpoetry #lyrics #music #video #YouTube #awardwinning

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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November 26, 2023 at 12:57pm
November 26, 2023 at 12:57pm
#1060162
Hands wrest heart from soul
without physical act
Touch and all crumbles
into virtuality, nothing

Eyes penetrate a weak mind
without a second glance
View all that tumbles
into hollow reality, a void

Old patterns emerge, a defense
Knee reacts, hands hold down
Mouth strapped, I shut
Speak no more of experience
unacknowledged.


11.26.23
Working on

I play the SYML song and response with no preconceived notion what I’ll write.
Lay down, repeating refrain
Locked in membrane
Seeking purpose within a crowd
Loud, words forced out
Shatter the heat, mind, soul
Crumble into a sea of self-doubt
Personality un-conformed cannot reform, anymore.

Better to live in a void,
Be as unexistant as possible,
Not a sound, mutter, mumble
Restraint so tight, I fail to breathe


Find comfort of satin, in
another lover’s arms, who’ll hold
protect a giant man with plow hand
to settle the quakes that disrupt
the tranquility of candle-illumed rose room
Shuttered portals lock all out
But the mere essence of the remains
Of a graphite skin and bones dull
The galley of hull on torn sail craft
Amid a rock harbor, no sound,
edge of the earth on tattered map
given a lad who dreamed serpents would come
lay waste to a bright sailor, claimed black pirate
shackled dreams interned in purgatory
nary a clank, clasped cold in steel
never see another sunrise, sundown
in literal afterlife counting down
tether free, float, sink deep, never found
at the center of a bottomless reality
I count each moment of descent, savor
sweet death of a mouth penned words
in time bottled body, never found again,
no eyes, heart, could possible perceive.

I am him, the one you don’t wonder about
pathetic persecution, in negation,
censored so casually to sodden sea
free to just be everything and nothing
without existence personally, blight
on one who tried to bloom words, life
viewed from your above, looking down
deciding fate abd destiny not my right
if not enslaved to conformity over co-existence
could not commune without carefully
stepping about scattered shards, suddenly
Bleed, cry pain, not understanding
why a moth drawn to light. Couldn’t see
how reform, be what you want without
losing all I dream, seek, am about.

Submerge in this primordial lay down,
dream fire consumes and hardens my metal
find strength in this fight…yet brittle
break from the quiet, which is sound
surround, echo repetitively, shatter all
that epoxy in 11th hour can’t repair, stilled.
Shhhhh, heart lay down.
Shhhhh, mind lay down
Shhhhh, small boy lay down
and let some mother’s arms
collect the remainder for ever after
Lover come before the striking hour
Gifted glass returns to sea-soothing sand
never to be reformed, graveless, forgotten
but for memory loss vision as guide
Lay down, sweet soul
Lay down, tender heart,
Lay restless mind, sleep in decay.
Don’t dream again, that maybe one day?
Overstayed.

11.26.23

All this, with memory of the song of defeat amid a throng
with eyes redirected to sky, great beyond.

It’s not your fault, only comfort I can add
It’s your job. Stick to those weapons. Lay
each
down.


I’ll look back at this too, and wonder
Unable to remember day-to-day
where I’ve been
What I’ve shared
How this is to all go down

Nattering



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