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...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. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My  goes through — R S = 2 G M c 2  ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~   ————————- .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 ▼ Best Poetry Collection ▼ Been more than I could imagine or expect here. Why Mail It In? In Latin ▼ Pluggers: You are an icon here.  You suffer, but you suffer brilliantly. Wow, what a great writer.  And other people’s (reviewers) words…Review of "The Absence of Wavelength"  Your poetic muse is on 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.  Published four times with one a literary journal, including…  "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. ![Merit Badge in Taboo Words
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Congratulations on winning [Link To Item #2093224] May 2024.](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/group-Write_From_the_Heart-2121477_14.gif)  In Truth: Your BeautyI'll write you sonnets if your eyes will see. In beauty's hollow, words seem oft restrained, Unstructured toil, aimless, fails true glee, As meaning's essence cannot be explained. I'd run amok in fields of words with glee, Harvesting life's treasures, small and grand — Untidy dreams fall through my pockets free, Ceremonious, placed within your hand. Green-legged blooms in your tall glass are shoved. In well-sprung water, words commit my love. As heart-dedicated bouquets reveal, No better words will capture what I feel. In pure truth's essence, words may not suffice, But through this verse, a soul now pleads your voice. --- 5.22.24 14 lines, sonnet Took soul of a failed poem and made it the engine of a sonnet, in renewal. Nod to Keats’ visions, with a bit Shakespeare. Don’t read past… here////////// --- prison door --- //////////Inside asylum Either way…or both! Eloquently, I try to make you see. In dreams we’ve met, loved so perfectly. 1st draft ▼ iamb iamb iambic ~ still it comes... The summer burned our skin just like a torch Passions raged in shade of mother’s porch Smolder-steamed beneath the waterfall. Limbs entwined on grass with bodies sprawled. You know…you were there… A picnic set on grass would go to waste. Inside two mouths, sweet tongues spice-savored a taste. Our clothes came off…remember? Etc. etc. tired now ▼ |
| A Fine Mess Perfectly fine answers echo the room. Because, perfect IS the enemy of good. And it stands to reason, fine is associated with perfect, deemed better than merely good. Yet, the mere utterance of good as response suffices. Nowadays, perfect, alone, reigns supreme. So, why get all tangled up with fine? Their expression may be discarded as archaic. If perfunctorily pretentious perfect punctuates positive response, then fine and good go at each other. Good wins. Fine behaves as sniveling or sycophant little brother. Good be cool, modifies with merely, or not. The contentious pair had partnered as ‘fine goods’, yet few noticed or cared. They split when perfect hung around too often. Fine, then! Good, I hope you’re happy. Good merely split, while fine stood behind a perfect fool. Eventually there’d be scandal. Perfect retains status, speaks to the common good. Merely sidles up, time to time, seeing perfect union to soften long-held public perception. They sometimes coincide. Perfect, meanwhile, is elusive, vexing, could team with good and neither would care — come together or not. Merely fine might be seen together, when it’s discovered none are monogamous, let alone synonymous, to realize: none are perfect. 5.17.24 There is stuff I write, and there’s stuff I write. This is something I wrote, still and always working on. Hope its good enough for you. Or not. Its all good and fine? |
| The Nails/Hood Nine inch nails drive into my skull, reverberate subconscious. Words perfectly recaptured in harmonic head amphitheater cascade memory after memory of are you worthy, did you serve well? To whom I owe debt sometimes unknown. Feel a cur, bit the ‘master’ that fed? Disembodied hand hammered away at those spikes. Relentless, life taught where face meets dirt. Do I stay down on my knees? No one’s Jesus, or piteous child-martyr, I’ve been staked, shard-fractures with flesh- driven, unwilling to die on any mound. What’s left when deep, shiniest dreams cloud, drift away? force you to decide what must be given chase? see obstacles, you, feeding the impulses. Disgrace? Sufficiently aerated by blacksmith steel force, I can look you in the eye with no remorse. If any spirit resides, it rests, rejoins with what remains. Look beyond whatever manipulator, shame of meager words launched ethereal. Know false crosses faced. I know when and where I died, repeatedly self-resurrected from each crime against one who reverbs soft, smooth, restores whole. Stronger than before? Too old? Bring a nail gun, mortar shell, atomic missile and tell me where to stand. But, I request witnesses hear you read me last rights, and let me look direct into the eye of each — so I can stare deep, get a glimpse of each simpering sycophant suckling teats of self-proclaimed gods — if just to shudder how dark sadistic satin's aim. No grave, no holy apparition will be seen. The invisible nails cowards send in palms deliver no pain, but seal their own future fates. 5.16.24 https://songmeanings.com/songs/view/3530822107858531883/ The sound comes up in my head this morning and it’s the emphatic lines from ann artist who decries the hapless sheeple nations. And yet, the simplest cliche questions emphasized by a haunted voice and cacophony of arranged, punctuated music does as little good as Bono (unless you credit him for Mandela’s release and brief reign). Better tune than ‘Feed The World’. My Immortal always plays on the flip side, if not memorializing, self-healing, where your pale pity will not suffice. I provide my own shroud of words that testify a lamb can be slaughtered more than once and still have an ounce of blood not drained into your chalets. Metal Cased Hood up, lights down. I’ll suck on that straw before that next round… P.S., no one is your master. You can set yourself free and remain healed. If it feeds you, eat if you must. Don’t lend loyalty to the owner who does not embraced you as equal. Respect is emboldening. Given eyes and ears to earn a heart as friend is endearing. To enter a contractual obligation to embark on new journeys together decides the other’s fate. Fate. Fuck it up brilliantly, if all fails. |
| The Rising Days Days our weather changed, soaring 30 degrees hotter, and climbing past noon, we tucked long pants in sleeves of light jackets, their arms loosely hugged our waists where dared hike. I ran faster than you, but waited up, when you called me back, slow down. I encouraged you higher. But, with no lemonade left, sandwiches gone by nine, your interest declined. We snacked on strawberries instead, hiding below red-tinted camouflage leaves, beneath parabolic-strung power lines. Black wire navigated our summer lives from from camp trail to hidden creek alongside that lonesome stretch of tar. Her beloved cattail sought, spied in hopes of uncovering love and what it hides. Slip shoes swamp green and muck black, stomped off what didn’t stick on dry reeds. Running out of time, this alluring remote place hid time with her rules, and you left. Only the sky wouldn’t eternally illuminate before I ventured alone on my own. Punishment for this strange fascination to spaces unknown did not bar a sun bleached and red boy, trotting in and out of that 50-acre wood. 5.14.24 still raw, not fully conceived Not like many of you when so enthralled that ADHD sent me with every new notion, a bright-eyed Angel who would trace each scene to the next in search of love like truth in days of innocence and the arrogant ignorance slowly rendering hard a misguided heart. It still resides, because the man always entertains an adventurous, aimless boy seeking, who’d do anything for a true friend who shares a similar passion like love. |
| White Winged (revised as prose poetry) from the pandemic I hope you know darling I can't be the wild garden butterfly haphazardly flapping white wings before your aromatic hyacinth, lily of the valley bell sprays, amid Spring tulips daring symmetry. Other hand-me-down heirlooms long tender hands to weed, divide, surround your beautiful, wide eyes envisioning eternal symphony nearing like infinity. In an instant, we are taken by nature. Gnawing hare, herbivorous hoppers and humpback haulers inch close with voracious appetites - like mine - consume collected bounty of beauty, too. I'll be white-winged wherever you are, flow, but separate from our past, move beyond, fade forgotten into your blue, clouded vault of mystery - beyond yellow dust of towering pine, swaying, judging — worship ash ground, soil mix, ever-loving, always nurturing shared desire of blooms opening. Graceful, garden butterflies return — kiss you — and your unsuspecting love labor. 5.14.24 Coda The most beautiful melody at memorial you can't hear plays in an empty row, eternally alone. You clutch my hand, as if knowing my suffering heals your own. In bed each night, in earth silence, know you tenderly clutch my soul's remains. Written Sometime in 2020 "Re: EIGHT - 06.10.24" edited eight line verison |
| Rigid-stiff, green-sieve-bows lift, sift snow high on mountain pine. Thinking of:
Riffing off this, maybe present an approach from the visual inspiration to see what words tumble down the branches. 5.14.24 I also have dyslexia of numbers. Spelling of every word in the English language is memorized. |
| The Barking Kafka Postulate Kafka’s gun is barking at me. I think I’m gonna go off in the second act. What’s my motivation? Ask the author of me who improvises all things, provokes and manipulates me into action. I could kill my puppeteer, but then I’d be dead. And would I be resurrected for the matinee? Hoping for writer’s block. I should get out of bed. 5.12.24 Writ in a few moments, not fully realized. Just like a barking Kafka gun. #Writingforwriters |
| …and stumbled in early day (series?) Down the hill we run, stumble, fall — tumble, roll, get up, run to the meadow, amid the flora, wild as us, where we play. Still tumble, fall down, early day. Bee stung, we run up the mound to mother. she packs sun burnt skin in mud to ease the pain. With a band-aid and a pat, told, ‘go outside. It’s a nice day.’ We wouldn’t want to waste the sun, where we climb, granite bluff. tug at moss, salamanders scurry away. In dense wood, red-faced sweaty mopheads, chasing tree toads, hopping fern to fern. Few caught, in pockets shoved. We hear her holler, and we run past pines, up the walk, deposit shoes relieved of sand, by the steps of the sheltered truck. We can’t sit just yet. In the kitchen, In our skivvies, she picks them off, one by one. We’re barely bitten by anchored bugs. Dad pretends to eat one, then it’s lunch. 5.11.24 5.12.24 really, midnight For my departed brother and upcoming celebration of life When your sight-impaired, thick fingered with tablet while inspired…nothing gets in the way. Give me a blindfold, tie my hands, I’ll peck with my nose. Meh on talk-to-text. |
| I haven’t worked out all the tpyos Impulse Control One minute I’m trying to do something, the next minute I’m trying to do something, and it just goes on like that. One time, I realized I was in the moment. So, I looked around to see if I had found God, wandered and got lost, and haven’t found my way back since. I’ll get a selfie if it happens again, record the moment. What? I should just remain still and enjoy it, let it wash over me like a shower? Gee, I hope it’s not someplace cold or public. No one wants to see me naked. Nirvana would be nice, though, if Kurt Cobain wasn’t dead. I had two thoughts at the same time once. They refused to collaborate. I get why dogs chase postal employees or squirrels, and cars. But what’s the deal with them hating cats? I think it’s the other way around, because cats probably prefer the Foo Fighters.  (book title idea: Dogs Jam With Nirvana…)How’s it going Dave Grahl. Sad when NBC replaced your song. Then brought it back, but too late. Ed was never the same again. I think when we find love the world ends, fades to black. Ed knows what I’m talking about. Dogs, too. They like the Police. Always in pursuit. Hey Sting, or are you Stung now? To do do do. Ta da da da. That’s all I wanted to say. Is there a lyric to dummy translator on Google, or the other away around? I need to fix my poem. I’ll edit later. What a minute. There’s a dog staring at me. The cat is looking at me like: just don’t do it. Or, it went to sleep. Can’t tell. Oh well, another epiphany is around the corner. Just don’t want to get caught with my pants down. I’m getting better with navigating the sharp corners, even when eye don’t see them coming. I should have ended well before 5.1.24 What’s the line limit, Kenneth? (think I just got hit with something) Rather, 53. For actuarial Porpoises. Something I worked up, since a thought. I like the Eagles Of Death Metal now, or yesterday. What’s today? You can’t just write something with line breaks and call it poetry? Poetry is in motion always, somewhere. Think it’s Physics. Einstein could probably work out the math to prove the Big Bang offspring of my mind as more than theory or my relative. Can I stop now? Only 23 hours and fifty minutes left, when it continues again. You get in my head and see why I’m a flake. But not a snowflake. I think people don’t like those. Gets too heavy to shovel like these words, prose poetry? Nap. Cat? P.S., you know what takes longer than coming up with this? ML Writing Should I add color, italics, dropnotes? My iPad just shuddered, or my forefinger. Can’t tell which. Probably conspiring against me. At least I have the cloud. I think it’s going to rain. Good God, man! I think that means…(digitalis interuptus veritas) If I separate my body from my head, what do you think spills out? Blood. It’s blood. Right? More — words? No, blood. Final answer. I feel good about this. Sorry, sorry. I’m going. He blessed me with my wife of 29 years this summer. Okay, it took 20 minutes. ML less than five. Will I get my life back? Sleep?? How’s my run-ons, Mom? She wasn’t listening. Guess I’ll just have to repeat… |
| Let’s see if I can finish this notion written in the truck … Metal conformity hones of brittle blade. Grind on a Whet stone, tool, implemented by butchers’ carving up the slaughter, bullet brain heads severed, bodies relent blood. Separated hog produces the desired cuts, packaged in neat paper taped shut. Seal that fresh meat in your freezers moms, serve to your hungry, craven children told vegetables are better, yet, harder to raise, process, package, if not salted away, thawed in your careless microwave — imploded and exploded protein with green-spear-shrapnel, mother wipes all clean with rubber gloves and bleach. Now, Go outside and play. It’s a nice day, after we’ve devoured thankless sacrifice, the oinkless. 5.1.24 impetus 5.10.24, mostly structure, adding almost all of final two verses to include conclusion-producing title. Tap-tap, tap-tap went the finger-poked tablet. Reminder: trim nails. |
| Unnecessary Burden I am…like fucking Atlas over here shouldering a spinning, magnetic mass — counterintuitive black hole rejector — told stand aside, shut it, yet my grimace draws judicious stares, blinking sycophants, angular posturing of the ‘I’m trying to get something done over here’, adding audible groans, ready to instruct how to accept the obligated debt of a boulder grinding my scalp daily, while passersby shove, shoulder, spat upon by those quick and dead, seem to have lived more — taxed more (firmest grip of shared “reality”) — than a carny fool who dares be their spectacle-shadow, unable to accept patronizing, proffered pity equal to contempt on her scale — sacrificial ineptitude, waste of a true immaculate embryo to his wayward-sputtered seeds — grow to bear this weight for no one I’ve ever met, but they sidle, shuffle past without a look, suckle-savor that plastic, white coffee dispenser, it’s lingering steam blown out, wisp of last harvested vintage processed, from some Colombian hillside hauled across a treacherous divide, to consume each brown beans’ last exhaust — that earth consuming cup sinks our sea heavily, jars my arthritic, osteo-vertebrae decay. I have no choice. What could those meek do, but hope scripture true, pray to not join an aisle from stiff-dead, wood pews audible ache, trail to that bully’s pulpit in silent remorse. Accumulated history of negative input that would launch a thousand underworld vampires, living off the degrading cells of my anatomy, reconditioning, sparked as your green mountain despiser of seasonal tidings, find truer love in self-worth and yet prompted like a socialist to serve some common… not a storybook any child should recitate, not fake enough? Swallowing a bilge of mixed apathy, concealed aggression, convert into this new energy, when I toss a dense rock. My hurl does not aim, cannot consider your fate, but the discard of sacrifice to the elitists who suck mother’s teat, slobbering, ghoulish as a younger sibling ready to gesticulate at anything as transgression, hoard all snack … left with none. 5.6.24 and that’s where I ended I consort with what I shouldn’t … and here I am. Ignore the following (unworthy): 2-Time WDC Quill Winner: Best Poetry Collection, 2020 and 2021. NOMINATED for 2022!   
My feelings about awards documented long ago with early life struggles that manage to still manifest now. Ego doesn’t preen now, but staunchly defends. I check my reflection more than once daily, with the clearest reflection allowed amidst obstacles. |
| I sang these words aloud in kitchen and decided to write down… We’re in a black hole — a vomiting vortex. There is no way home — do you get the context? 5.8.24 It’s bleak, yet I live like a song is ready to erupt from my mouth about standing on the edge of an abyss. (and continue on) Anti-Jon-Bon-song? Hold ‘hole’ and ‘home’ and end lines 2 and 4 on upbeat. Kinda sings itself. I’m rather melodious myself. Available to musicians/lyricists who need inspiration less dark…or, darker. and there’s no motivation today and there’s no place to get away if some light should appear what will I near? since it’s ever-expanding and crushing while its ever-demanding yet hushing allow pain from under your thumb? and your silence making me numb? space has many divides In crevices many do hide it’s bleak yet I live to owe sacrifice I shoulder-tow. through cosmos there is no time washing words out with every rhyme. I’m dumbing my ears — — I don’t want hear — free will you borrow but never will own. others will fight for what you have earned, smite and light you, watch as you burn. Tomorrow…the sun-rise For a moment…no-oo — lies It’s no surprise that I’ll quake moments after I wake for all that I strived, no one will confide their struggles by my side, gaslight like everything’s fine shaved molecules leave my sword flash in my dark glint Steele eyes full-face I fight without disguise I’d rather be dead than be confined in your den, collared and leased and unfed Eternal I know but I do not bend *music*Black hole…black holy-hole…  Sanctimonious sanctuary … Etcetera, ibid. |
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