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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.



I hear what you’re saying, and…SMH
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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

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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

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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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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June 23, 2022 at 12:07pm
June 23, 2022 at 12:07pm
#1034147
Repurposed To Love

you are so beautiful…shall I compare?

I was your refuse, innocently picked up,
never thrown away. Sorry
I darken your doorstep to this day.

Broken, maybe
you thought you could fix me.
I know what I am,
fed your breath, recycled,
used love seeking redemption,
sought by many for reclamation.

Trash isn’t perfect, once used. Sorry
I darken the places you reside
where I hide in delusion
from life, the many people failed
sending me tumbling down a road,
snagged in Rose thorns,
avoiding Ash of smoldering, unattended fire,
colliding right into your Heather,
feeding the blooming
until I didn’t know how to feed you
or me anymore, recede
into soil as memories remind,
haunt one fleeing label of unworthy.

You did not do this,
though I cringe at reminders
I don’t live up to your purpose,
despite instruction to correct,
love dutifully, when unfulfilled myself
inside. More than trash,

dehumanized as waste or evil.
Which is it, so I can decide
how I’ll die trapped in your beautiful garden?


6.23.22

"The Bard's Hall Contest
It’s A Trap!

I understand this is dark and heavy. Many can’t avoid feeling it, whether or not one’s own perspective is true, yet obviously flawed, but felt just the same. And why, why have to explain, defend, when the missiles of love take aim? Not going to excuse the metaphor.

Who’s in my head? Surely, I realize some will object, the narcissists? The true guilty ones? Saints don’t defend themselves, but apologize, pray with concern. Throw a stone and see if you hit one. You won’t know, because they absorb our pain.

The mirror reflects back on me. Okay, who’s the most saintly then, obvious it’s not me? This is my confessional. Where have all the priests gone? Cue Paula Cole. World in decay, grabbing my leg from that quagmire. I won’t go without a fight.

If I accept all the above as truth, can I quit self-correcting, therapy? (Sorry, rhetorical) Point me to the road of redemption, away from purgatory, directly to sainthood? Didn’t think so. Kick the soap box out from under me…something implied here, can you infer?


A bit of deviation from this postulation, though dystopia is here (wacko, uh-huh), similar to the prophecies of 1984, employed by people (self-appointed PC Police, the media/mediums, your boss & more…) who want to come correct for their overlords…telling us the correct way to behave, move away from prophecies upheld by tenets of philosophy, religion that simple minds won’t indulge unless boiled down to a meme or stupid cat video…anyyyyywayyyyy….

ANOTHER DISCUSSION FOR ANOTHER DAY, (brought to you today by Coke (intentional to sound like a cool drug? — 😉😒



SONG EXPLAINED:
https://rsrihari.medium.com/feel-good-inc-explained-7b8d45366bcb
June 23, 2022 at 2:23am
June 23, 2022 at 2:23am
#1034130


Your mood music, viral, could infect
a cavernous soul incepting, deceiving itself,
believing you know the lonely exist.
I feel your breathing, filling
an empty one dreaming. Glowing
is on the horizon, nearing a lone survivor.

Wind whips sand into this artificial eye.
How can I cry for a hologram interceding?
Beached beneath neon palms, flashing,
waving in dark, blasted heat-breezes gust
a thin one down cement divides — luminous,
painted, remind where to find a crosswalk.

There’s nowhere to hide. Reflecting glass decides.
Echoes. Dreams. Echoes. Screams. Soft…
I’m not here. I was never here. I don’t exist.
Words persist — words I resist. Why insist
anything should be meaningful, at all?
It’s what you want to say, I have inferred.


6.23.22
t.26.22 incepted


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