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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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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 ▼
#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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August 19, 2023 at 11:26pm
August 19, 2023 at 11:26pm
#1054337
And yet…

Orpheus was so desperate that he did not even try to repulse their advances. The women killed him, cut his body into pieces and threw them and his lyre into a river. It is said that his head and his lyre floated downriver to the island of Lesvos. There the Muses found them and gave Orpheus a proper burial ceremony.

…he still sings.

~ Orpheus’s Echo

Pleasure knows no pain
         in a boiling pot —
Echoes a steel drum hot

Flesh can bleed —
flow the Ganges —
         I lose my head;
tendril chords once heard
vibrate not.

No dread.
Is Orpheus contained
not but spirit?
Pleasure knows no pain
when it’s boiling hot.

I made this up
on the spot.
Not a lot to do          but sing 🎵
sing 🎵
🎵 sing 🎵
to the likes of you.

We’re all lonely.
Live simple, none phony.
Let my notes 🎵 🎵 🎵 soothe
what ails ya.


8.19.23

https://www.greeka.com/greece-myths/orpheus-eurydice/
https://www.prestomusic.com/classical/products/9464365--orpheus-echo-a-caroligni...

There’s an Echo in this room, too. Fast, she approaches.

Some hurt because they live with pain.
Some know they’ve been lead to slaughter
sing
anyway
with a smile not painted on…hold on…it’s coming *grin**Smile*
August 18, 2023 at 7:03pm
August 18, 2023 at 7:03pm
#1054294
Real men don't pick rose hips

they would and they could
as you know by know
Neanderthal
that we would resort to anything
could name call or
meet violence at the last possible moment
cornered
and then you will see
what a real man does

not to generalize

as i
grasp each tall branch
growing skyward toward my roof eaves,
pull down
pluck the orangest
or pinkest hued bulbs
smooth oval green
butts brown -- kisses brittle,
crumble
in leather hands
or through, where
no preying neighborhood rodent has seen.

because

who would scale a twenty-foot tower of thorns
but me, in my swim trunks,
truly going commando,
barefoot on a lush lawn, beneath shade
of maple and crab tree.

up a ladder
to tip top.

come inside, as i shuck them,
boil into tea.
have a cup with me.

or keep sipping your flask of arsenic,
rodent. that's fine
you'll see.

8.18.23

working on.
came to me while doing this.
research, find out where seeds from whatever climbing rose bush this is come from. the rose hip?
the tea thing will be?
wondering if i've employed a split infinitive?
hunting for that great white whale.
probably in plain sight somewhere around here.
moby

i planted the bush shortly after we moved into this house. It nearly covers half the siding. I can't let anything go to waste. The rose hips now have caught my imagination.

also, i hate men who act macho, manly, aggressive when they narrow-mindly cannot see that is only one aspect of what makes us true men.
i was stereotyped in both classes. confused by people who wanted to sort and classify in me in one group or another.

i now play tag and flashlight tag with a two-year old, fluffy black cat named Onyx. I want my family to take a video. He starts the game every night as I prepare for bed. we take turns running to and from, up, down and around our split level home. I'm careful not to step on him. My reflexes are slightly better. *Laugh*

i truly enjoy connection to an arriving poem. i just can't fully deliver on statement with prose, lyrical, alliterate and the poetic devices employed, undisciplined, absence of truest aim to express with heaved arrow narrowly misses, hoping to connect with others who might read, relate. or not. i accept adversaries as well, as friends. it is all good. no harm can be done with civil discourse. some understand people who don't get what that is.
August 15, 2023 at 12:32am
August 15, 2023 at 12:32am
#1054117
We all feel pain. We all believe in something...and that more than ever, we should be coming together to lift one another up, not tearing each other down.



Oh, Google. You magnificent bastard. ADHer’s nightmare:

Meaning of bang the drum slowly:
In its elementals, "Bang the Drum Slowly" has two familiar themes. One is the story of the way a doomed man may spend his last best year on earth. The other is the story of how a quarrelsome group of raucous individualists is welded into an effective combat outfit.

People also ask:
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Who wrote the song Bang the Drum Slowly?
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What does do not beat around the bush mean?


Beating my head slowly against the table.

8.14.23
August 14, 2023 at 2:05pm
August 14, 2023 at 2:05pm
#1054094
inspired in my dark
head strapped by two black cups
dancing
with words
i only mutter
to a lonely soul
since absorbed by inner space
my sanctum from ignorance
notes drift lightly
tightly seal
me
in dream
in a hole
inside my beleaguered brain
whispering, rocking, 'don't go insane'
don't let them see
how you die
from within
without

inspired in my division
from the falling tides of a crest-capped sea
rolling
with words
i am floating
to all those surfaces
since consumed by orbiting space
their heaven of ignorance
bars drop heavily
tightly seal
me
in purgatory
interdimensional inert plane
inside my overstimulated brain
whispering, rocking, 'don't go insane'
don't let them see
how you rot
from within
without

without
without love
without those eyes
without those extended hands
without their painted rouge smiles
i keep whispering alone
into your phone
love me
love

love a fool who thinks he knows
what he's talking about
in inner space, outer space
under the seas and into the skies
floating ever higher to every dry eye

what was that?
a noise
me


8.14.23

didn't take the tone sought
another dance, another time

Charge admission to witness from sideline
Fiasco
August 14, 2023 at 1:46pm
August 14, 2023 at 1:46pm
#1054093
i don't want to speak to you
you intimate to me
disappointment
i have been connected, attuned
99 percent of the time
the one time i'm offline
user error? repairable?

I had though so

I had worked on the glitches, bugs
eating up my hard drive
i'm on the curb
on her yard

it's my home, too

i don't need to speak
because you know wrong, unwillilng
to admit fault
because i might start
to think i'm right, knew something

my gas, you light

inert? no explosion heard?
that was implosion,

inside my dear
i don't go off, because
i still love...can't love
restricted by your judgment

i don't want to act
idle in the comfort of a sagging recliner
no space to set back, and
don't want to appear lazy
nothing to do but rust and dream

how sweet silence
collapse the empty cave inside

i don't desire nothingness
it's what i do best
since i can't go forward,
sideways, back
god forbid up, but down
lots of space underground

since i want to bury myself
whenever you're around
you trained all
indifference, silence, mirror my face
so i have to run to a mirror

what do they see?
I only wanted to know what was missing
I only wanted to be good enough
to be included
unaccepting of a separatist nature
of every walk in each world

since i'm tired of writing this...


8.14.23
she resides in the bedroom down the hall
my laptop hits the kitchen table today
i dare you! make me remove it in this hovel
we call(ed) home

i'll be with my stuff in the grass
if you need me
extra layers needed with each new winter

i do and don't know what i'm saying...perspective coming...glad the rest of you know your minds so well...instruct me, correct me, drop me on your corners, offerings for the junk men.
August 12, 2023 at 9:35am
August 12, 2023 at 9:35am
#1053999
If
You encourages a Kat
with Milk
It
nervously Pisses
all over The Place

now
Go get Your Broom
and Properly Swat It
before
It
Stalks something
in Your rose bushes

Litter Box


8.12.23

Self-preservationist revival a gamble, bumbled, mumbled
Walking upright in and out
A portal without greeting but surveilled becauseeee….what…?

The stench of urine doesn’t come out, so your throw out the couch, but love an animal
that is a fully-functional, educated human, capable of conversation…

What
Are
Your
Intentions,
Hologram? *lazerblazterweaponzaimed*

8.12.23

Stat-driven Muse
August 12, 2023 at 9:12am
August 12, 2023 at 9:12am
#1053997
most kats
don’t live as long
as the poster on your wall
once did, but i did
baby
was your poster
not taped up, tacked up
but wall paper

hang

in a mausoleum there
of sheet rock
covered pixels
adorned and glowing

red, dry eyes
dull, throb
robbed
devoid
memory of a story
i cannot preserve
as a limb needed

it
is
what?

it is generally accepted
but what??

we watch a frozen scene
no fire department came
cling
baby
encouraging? random? words.

what it is
is what is it?

fit me
for a neck tie
before window-displaying
a crypt
to be buried alive
in it
tip toe around
a kitten
m(n)otion-suspended

not a mew

roar

and they/it/you
cover

you? who??

this poem
should be (never written) seventeen years long

that’s not how
we measure

it

It
is a thing

isn’t it
detached
unlike baby
shot by an unfeeling professional
photographer

isn’t it cruelty
to an animal
to preserve an image
of anxiety-riddled disaster
framed, hung,
still vying
for affection
with a few,
tiny,
harmless
words pondering …
it is what it is
and how comforting it would be
to know
what is it

pronouns, proper nouns,
Introductions and…
will you just take the damn kat
down from the tree!
me? you?? Who???

Jezus !!


8.12.23

a post-hypnotic, mid-morning meandering. caught up on mail. how to reply? should reply??
it (me) is what (it)? Is??
Fine. FINE. fine??
what?
WHAT?!!
I’m hard of hearing. *RollEyes*

why do i….
This couldn’t possibly make less/more sense? Factor: 12

it
was simple(r), before the first/final edit.

                   2-Time WDC Quill Winner: Best Poetry Collection, 2020 and 2021. NOMINATED for 2022 *Bomb**BagY*

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A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery.
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