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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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My *Basketball* goes through —   R S = 2 G M c 2

*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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June 9, 2022 at 11:10am
June 9, 2022 at 11:10am
#1033653
Therapeutic Analytic Poem

I get this image of stubborn cows
they gently nudge, at first, to move
from pasture.
They kill them for meat.
They could raise a gun to me.
Humane? It requires a clean shot.
Where are the gunmen, because a cow knows nothing,
except not wanting to go?

If you’re a human cow, you slowly suspect
guns filled with concisely instructed words
implement each cow-like journey
to the processing plant.
Terminated, no promised heaven to dream beyond.
Once dead, neatly divided and packaged.
Who would deny this traditional process
of gaslighting a cow to stop grazing,
come home and let the end be humane,
equitable as possible.

Mom needs butchered meat, so the boys can eat,
grow up and be strong as cows. Never intending
to be shooed from yard and street —
but human, and better.

We are better than stubborn animals,
don’t obey our farmers,
with bullets of dread. it can get messy,
roaming about ‘free’. Cows used are stud, milked,
grilled in portions as steak.
Slice me, grind for your hamburger to fry.

All of this we must eat like destiny.



from 6.1.22 on iPhone while dehumanized at work.
6.9.22bedited, altered, blogged
June 9, 2022 at 9:40am
June 9, 2022 at 9:40am
#1033646
My clothing, hung to dry for any prying eye…

I’m investigating every emotion felt,
ascribing words that don’t quite match.
hope a paint-brushed portrait of words
I long reveal to an audience, to any
that would assemble, considers
love guided by illusion, or delusion,
discovers how a spark initially intends.

Sorry, if dry etchings don’t drip brilliant,
never-envisioned-before color,
the kind you fantastically assign.
after stark, sobered perception,
each nude word clothed codes
in fleeting memory for you, hanging
hope on time nail, hooked by stable wire.

a piece of me and you on flat drab,
adorned forever, loosens little in shadow
of a narrow, hollow hall, cluttered,
where half-dressed we excuse our passing.

soft words want harden as timeless paint,
indelible, never fading or peeling,
sealed in some super gloss before falling
into abyss I fear to navigate, retrieve
essence of whatever it is you and I
envisioned together, forever.

I must step back, catch breath, breathe,
inhale each consideration reconsidered
in redraft after next to final, final edit.

be still, view. slow this new scene, once
quick-paced, now measured. tiny intervals
redacted scenery, scrubbed wildflowers,
replanted, recolored, recast. swaying sights
lush with life anew, gentle in soothing breezes.
I squeeze your neglected arm, haul you out.
time still beats for an obsessive revisionist.

sorry, my throbbing muffles conceivable sound.
Hear me now, or hear me never. It’s hung.



6.6.22/6.9.22

We must commit to finish what we started, so we have time to live.

36 lines, free verse (if we must count like accountants)
*Notice use of capitalization from apology to assertion.


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