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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.
https://ew.com/recap/community-season-3-episode-16-inception/




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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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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September 25, 2023 at 3:55pm
September 25, 2023 at 3:55pm
#1056213
fall gathering

at this junction
         with passage of time
they huddle, hide,
         seek comfort beneath
mortar, brick — in dirt
unearthed, spray sand
on worn, cement stoop.

away from the sun
         beneath ample apple droppings,
they cloister, cling, collect
         with the dew-spit beneath
bright patchwork quilt,
         gently air-tossed — play
upon the brittle green.

to blue, constrictive wrap
         hugging this construction,
wood frames, concealing wire, pipe,
         their waywardness within walls,
warm in window wells
ladies lay. I don't know how.

in a gentle abode
         with all gray glooming
remain, age with them,
until one spring day they
         flee from father — far, far
in sky-portal escape play,
or down, in maw earth
                   stay.

to green recliner outpost,
         deep repose, while they collect.
dependents disembark
at attic, wall and floorboard —
to eave, lamp and rug.
         accept — this is love.
                   the home hearth awaits
         white nights first spark
together.



37 lines, free~vee
9.25.23
10.6.23 re-edited, added indentation, structure, punctuation, clearer theme, images, cohesiveness and finality, inverting last two verses final lines structure to juxtapose, combine words ‘stay’ + ‘together’. and more.
10.13.23 tight, taught, tiny restructure with clarity.

9.25.23
before we all fall to ash,
to mother,
where we will lay, decompose
and not freeze
while the sun slinks away

September 25, 2023 at 11:48am
September 25, 2023 at 11:48am
#1056198
‘Thinking he knew what he meant, he responded:
Every bit of knowledge collected is a little key
that can make one big key. Then, decide
if you need it to escape.

That’s an obtuse metaphor.
My brain decided to create something.
*Tossing that kernel that wouldn’t pop*

Because earlier he said, in response…

*Smile* OMG, you’re fine. You can be candid. No judgment.

I’m giving great consideration to your previous email
with much admiration. I can’t selectively pare down response yet, because
my brain becomes a small pile of heating popcorn kernels
that crowd out my nest
from the slightest stimuli. *Laugh*
we cool. *Brain2* *Popcorn*

I know from cringeworthy. I’ve done it all. *BigSmile*

He then returned to his current thoughts, added…

My metaphors seem to coincide in parallel universes
with glass wormholes. Or,
am I confusing it with time travel? *Think*
Running that one through some simulations later.


Was this a little key he handed, clutching
the smooth, black shaft of hand-carved wood,
notched in just the right places,
or so he was lead to believe. He looked up
at the random, tiny, floating keys
and swiped at the shapely holograms.

Who was he to advise, play counselor?
Which is real, what is true reality?

And then, he devised an obtuse poem,
with no Time Machine, just peppered obstacles
to his re-entry into ordinary existence.’
And now, more coffee. Cut off??


9.25.23

It all has to end sometime. Just, how brilliant the firework?
ps
‘Diffuse the IED (touching face, ‘don’t look that up’)…lack coffee…brain deple….buffering…offline

I started to hypothesize I’m Abed playing Jeff (reasoning I’m Abed in reality), was Jeff in a former life, only I was Britta, because I was broken, became a whore who decided to desensitize and take advantage because I felt abused (when I ignorantly abused myself) though I was shoved into mental lockers and needed to feel popular, decided then not to be me or who I used to be, ran the scenarios without knowing outcomes. So, I used an empty tissue box (metaphor) as filter called empathy like Annie supposedly employs, only it broke Abed who became evil Abed and wanted Jeff to lose an arm to join him in the darkest timeline. But, then decided he wasn’t a conniving, non-miraculous son of a bitch and returned to the most accommodating, current form of himself, looked into the mirror and saw Pierce. That’s when he decided choice as fate-destiny was to become a vampire, unable to see his own likeness, as Britta, Jeff and Annie all inhabited his body. All the spirits were repulsed as he woke inside the dream and cried out as Troy, “I didn’t get Inception! I didn’t get Inception!” Only, I’d already seen Tom Behringer stare upon his ownself in a previous film, making me a castaway after the last episode on the island in Lost (as a character with TV network good looks), realized the lack of payoff, screamed in December, “six seasons and a movie!” We’re still waiting on production. Hollywood lies and we continue to delude ourselves to repeat what others rant without forming thoughts and opinions of our own, lemmings marching to our quiet death as Elon Musk’s future cyborgs, then blurted, “I’m not Juno…home slice!” Grinding awkwardly, the bespectacled, unlicensed therapist oozed, “I got skillzz.”
“Who are you? My final?”
Misdirect.
Ha, popcorn.’

I don’t expect you to understand me. ‘You force the obtuse outta me.
Coward. Me.’ Me??

9.25.23

Damn, Charlie Kaufman! Some of us have to be to work in the morning.

Uniform.
Look at his shadow!


Just about anything applies. Ladies, you’re welcome.

They say it was Annie who was the Butt Crack Bandit, but Duncan came back, and she said ‘only he had access to the teacher’s lounge,’ sooo…Why did the bandit write like one of Britta’s run on sentences? (Cut to shot of her using a computer in montage.) And all the merch and success of Shirley’s Subs was a mass conspiracy that benefitted a bankrupt school living in the shadow of the Air Conditioning and Repair annex where Troy saw black Hitler making Paninis and I’m not making this up, but…it was a mass conspiracy and cover-up, just like the hoax ‘Changnesia’ borne out of a trout farm. They’re all bandits. Everyone in Jeff Winger’s Study Group. They’re ballers, yo. I hope you like to get balled. Pansexual imp-puh!

That adds good color for the report.



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