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Making sure everything goes down with a yank before someone has to sit where I've been at. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I had a lover's quarrel with the world - Robert Frost | I'm sorry you got caught in the middle. - me This poet’s words collect, arrange on a kaleidoscope spectrum. The experience of discovery through writing is the truest reward that has allowed me to grow and learn who/what I am — what other people get naturally, immediately, while I stomp around in it. Been blessed, but pushing it — envelope, world and all inhabitants away. Push buttons, find boundaries to trip traps. No clue why cat curiosity, living in your dark. (Bored, perhaps?) Now and then, push dirt out of this hole; someone/thing/entity might envision me how I need to be viewed (if I knew what that was). Cryptic, yes. Try living in my dark, find comfort amid strange, virtual, wonderful walls that tower above, tempt me to scale. Been more than I could imagine or expect here. But, achievements aren’t going on a LinkedIn wall . I dig deeper than I should, often without forethought. Aimless words, brave or veiled cowardice, flinchingly flung, inadvertently hit targets? Get a ‘back off’ shoulder shot when asking your motivations here. Not fair? No prize to eye; not incentivized. Dealt the worst two cards before the flop, do best with what’s in hand. My Pluggers: You are an icon here. You suffer, but you suffer brilliantly. Wow, what a great writer. It’s like plugging myself, but using other people’s (reviewers) words…Review of "Poetic Referendum(s) On Life" 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 because it’s too much work. Truly alone, know no one cares to show they believe/support me. Lip service feeds delusion. I’ve seen a lot of smoldering and snow. Try not be cynical, work hard at openness and consideration — work, sooo…gut thing. August 28, 2006 this blog opened ▼
No specific aim going forward (2014) ▼ This is old…. What? Oh, this? A rhetorical, self-motivational speech I'm working on. Don't just read the parts to construct your theory, as if to confirm (construed out of context) your opinion, mentally-stunted Neanderthal. Therapist wants me to be less negative toward myself. I see it as attacking, rather than being defensive. Fear I will chomp too many bullets unintentionally sent toward the unsuspecting. If you can be triggered for stupid reasons, then I? …just looked like me rolling around on the floor with myself. What Was NEW 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 #freyaridings #lyrics #music #video #YouTube Can you believe it took this long for someone to put a quarter in me and push the button GET ANGRY? Mud 4 My Eye: Is that you, Poo? 💩 Secret Back Door ▼ |
Been following a particular Canadian detective TV series that's been placing that carrot in front of our noses, in front of the lead actor's noses, too long now. Not enough backstory why they won't take the bait and at least jump into bed on Private Eyes. Plenty needs addressing in this show similar to Castle. I found a thesis on the art of Will They, Won't They on the internet covering the detective genre while panning the spectrum of plot lines that work for mainly RomCom genre. An interesting snippet I read applies to teasing viewers to something we inevitably want to see come to fruition: "Not only that, but the acceptance of, and demand for, story arc structure places a renewed emphasis on the importance of closure on threads, arcs and plots, and that means that the idea of your two lead characters not addressing their mutual attraction ends up being far more unsatisfying than whatever potential outcome could come from ‘fessing up to each other. If those responsible for shows would be damned if they do, they’d almost certainly be far more damned if they don’t." http://entertainment.time.com/2012/09/19/will-fall-tv-finally-make-the-partners-... If you like to get your head up into how tv RomCom storytelling works and the myth about the fated disaster of Moonlighting, I recommend reading this lengthy piece. The characters I'm following aren't exactly Jim and Pam from the Office. And, if they are not going to commit to giving what they have a chance, at least address it and explain why a relationship wouldn't work, even if it's just to buy time until they cannot deny their destined (planned) fate together. Oh, and they have a bond, it just lacks the physical. The show's producers and writers have to be smart before they lose their audience. |
I have opinions not fully formed or the time to divest in issues not currently affecting me, but it feels like this and much more is coming... https://www.vox.com/2019/4/11/18290677/border-immigration-illegal-asylum-central... Peacekeeping was a thing once upon a time. We are (the United States of America) militarily dominate but other countries... Just not enough goodwill in the world anymore. I'm sorry, John Lennon, but peace is losing. It will take more than rhetoric set to a fine melody from a music icon to save us now. Jesus? Superman?? No one respects authority/leaders with our collective thumbs ability to insulate -- insinuating insults via social media quips that become tiresome and forgotten...a nation of ADHD. Moooving on... |
With ADHD, I could never focus long enough to see a novel to conclusion. With medication, I cannot imagine the drive to that reward without the amazing (and quick) shitstorms in my head. Short quips, blogging and poetry kept me going all the years I've spent here...reviewing was an outlet, too (much, much tougher with these sensibilities). With a chance to dose myself again, will I or can I see something more satisfying to conclusion? If you're confused about ADHD, google symptoms related to creativity. You might understand someone you love better, may learn how to deal with them instead of treating them like a crazy drama queen...not that you would. *Thinking of my family that needs education...like I did/do* Maybe, I can avoid these burnouts/restarts. By the way, my family wants me on something (aware my options limited by glaucoma). I'm on about a half dozen meds at any moment. I would like to toss everything in the drain and just live my life. Modern medicine is improving my life but reaching a watershed. I want to be accepted as I am, Just as I desired when I was a burgeoning young writer. But, acceptance seems to come at a cost. Realizing life boxes me in, I tend to become irrational and act out. I live in an altered dimension. My loved ones can only meet me at the fence, fed me a carrot at times. I CAN get over that barrier. I tried it once before and hated that dull existence. Can prescribers get it right twenty years later? Thumb on the scale til they tell me take it off. When I'm forced to try...for family. For another shot at this writing thing. To embark on another chapter in this underwhelming life. Vulnerable, belly exposed, I will bite -- though, much older now. What choice do I really have? |
There are multitudes upon dimensions to viewing the world I discovered At a very early age When I could not grasp the concept Of an ever expanding universe While laying on my back In a very dark room Before I separated her from him To come console me Her assurances it would be alright Waves of whispers above my head Years upon time washed over Until broken on the rocks Of each storm I survived With her Jedi spirit inside me I dreamed of all the lives I would never have Without you And you and you Were not there Just Toto in my bed A male slut using women To avoid the dread A lonely sea of souls Misguided, lacking a true force To move through a galaxy And beyond 'til the day I spoil The ground with my own decay And thousands of whispers Violently dispersed, flutter out Unshelteted, seek warmth In another young boy’s soul To reside in his head Until imagination is gone I will love you and you and you Return is hard |
Just wanted to be there, Pick her up, but I don't think her man got this She just doesn't want to be lonely I couldn't be all in And she wouldn't want me But I shook, and I'm shook, to the core She once held me in those thoughts Knew, though I didn't see, How bad I could be... Just not for her This bird flew Away Without a sound But I saw through Your last words He can't let you down You're ten thousand miles high Your own stratosphere Alone But I'd be there with you... "Invalid Item" |
Beauty is in the ideal of perfect harmony which is in the Universal Being; Truth the perfect comprehension of the Universal Mind. We individuals approach it through our own mistakes and blunders, through our accumulated experiences, through our illumined consciousness — how, otherwise, can we know Truth? -- Rabindranath Tagore What we believe as Truth might not be a shared Truth, Mr. Tagore. I'm more of an Einstein man. https://www.brainpickings.org/2012/04/27/when-einstein-met-tagore/ Spiritually, you can believe what you want. But, someone tempts you to bite that apple, you can become separated from Eden. There was one simple truth a long time ago and we've been paying for it ever since. However, if it is an elaborate story, we've lived in an altered human reality (Sliding Doors) ever since. Humanity is disconnected and failing. We can take high ground, be dubious of others. Through misunderstandings, distrust, dehumanizing valuations, we have sunk...so low. So, we don't join arms. Differences will exist. Ignorance prevails. And our simple spirituality rots to the core. I'm not afraid to kiss you full on the lips, look you in the eye and share my innermost thoughts. What are you so afraid of? I'm am not your Jesus and I won't call you the Devil. (Sometimes this stuff just hits me right out of left field. Looking for my mitt. *looks up* Oh, there it is. 😁)
And, thank you to my inspiration. |
I've had other writers say to me I should not put myself down when I say my writing is not good enough, could be better. I never want to accept accolades to just settle. And a pro athlete intoned my sentiment in his recent MVP ceremony. NBA basketball star Giannis Antetoukounmpo was quoted by ESPN in Milwaukee today telling reporters: "I get mad when my girlfriend says, 'You know you're really good, you're one of the best,'" Antetokounmpo said. "I'm like, 'No, I'm not,' because whenever that happens I relax. I am a person where whatever I do, I do it 100 percent. If I am lazy, I am lazy 100 percent. I don't want to relax a bit because I'm not done yet. I want to be for multiple years the best player in the league." He told fans after today not to call him MVP again until he wins it again...next year. My hats off to you, sir. I expect great things. I will silently watch. I do know how my writing fairs and how it should be judged/interpreted. I do not over-inflate the value of my constructed words. Nor, shall I devalue my peers' offerings in the process to estimating worth. I seek not the trophies of others in this pursuit. Self-worth in this aim has all the value. |
Who knows what you mean... The summer birds remind me Aperiodic ants assault my home The pantry lay bare if I don’t set my traps Gin Rum Vodka to spare me From these enemies. Cone of silence I wish Rinse a glass and pour The ice is suspended Like time Waiting 6.4.19 |
Glaring Dark girl squints -- Blaring Sunlight parents Rise her hill. Originally: Glaring dark girl Squints at us Blaring sunlight Rising on her hill BONUS TRACK: Another Highball Down Savor... Where is the love? In a highball glass? Or, straight from the bottle? Is the love in mixing the drink? Is the love in offering this concoction to another? Watching them enjoy your liquid creation? Life is however you mix it. Love is however you choose enjoy it — either in the preparation or in the consumption. The bottle is never empty, my friends. |
Killdeer. Why teach your babies cross this road Before cars like that? The wheels of destruction can be Mindless, ruthless to such Ignorant indifference -- Such daring for awkward babies who Don’t know any better. Or, Are we all babies? How do you expect to survive this Mechanized world? It could be one less thing to fear That which we not confront. Or, do I not live because I dare not Be trampled by something I can outrun? Teach me Like your nimble babies Unless I’m not worthy -- paddle along Paved intersections Blackened deep by accelerated rubber On purposed tar. It’s long Summer -- humidity rises Before I can leave this bed. Tall grass dries to sticks. Until tomorrow When we pass again my daring friend. |
Life Should want more Could be more But I'm looking at a sun dial You cast your brilliance upon Remind the idle And the timekeeper Shaded truth One cannot possess Seconds Escaping fast Minutes, hours, days and more Are past Future Should want more Could be more While I stare at your clock You cast burning rays upon Remind the idle And the timekeeper It burns to linger Alone Bare Nimble feet Should seek immortal sand To bury this burden Help Me forget Why I'm still As you fly past Clouds Could obscure This Clock. Just playing with words while listening to Jefferson Starship When I should be doing something else Anything else while purging here Song poem ended on... |
The girl with dim, blue eyes wore matching shadow -- looked like she was leaking. Was that the affect? Not blended well, or maybe cheap, the stuff clotted like ink -- little beads burrowed ice caps in pale, shallow pores. Hiding freckles? Made me think -- sprinkle flakes of glitter, dance in dark strobes, hideously melt heads into permanent salt. That could be an effect? I chose not look away. In fact, I felt no fear. I felt no pity. She put herself on display, while I composed these thoughts. I am a fan of blue But need look no further than a mirror For what I see as a true reflection. I still love you because I can say it while you choose Indifference. |
My bare light bulb burned out weeks ago and I have been sitting in the dark ever since. There’s a twist to this story. It seems I’m the villain! I never saw that coming. While accepting this mantle — It’s a dubious award...but since no other distinction is forthcoming...sure, why not make me your enemy. Now go ignorantly into that alleged haunted abode and explore unusual noises. Thank You. Stepping off. Would you prefer I leer as I part? Not who I am I’m not your sinister. Go look in the mirror for the forming shapes. A Seperate Thought, Connected... What if there are no protagonists? It's just who is the bigger villain. Do we pity the weakest villain? Who are we to judge who's the bad guy? Is the reader the villain? The writer? The publisher? We should broaden our scope. Really look around the room. Yeah, we're all villains in someone else's eyes and we want the other guy to pity us for being cast in that role. It's like that glass houses thing. Even villains do something righteous from time to time, help another, maybe see in others what we see in ourselves: a chance for redemption. But, we're all just fed through that machine, trying to be seen as good. Redemption is not coming...no. The longer the wait, the harder the villain becomes. Truly pity him...because it's really going to get ugly. He has no other options than to play his part. Copy, paste Revisit again I'm sure Another time Life in glorious rewrite Forever unfinished Stop! Never mind I forgot This ride Makes no stops Contempt Resu... Never mind. File under: Moot Arguments and similar stuff it's unhealthy to ponder inevitably |
You ever been a part of a group, a team, where everyone shuts you out? Limits your ability to contribute, be the best you can be? When the moment you make a misstep or do something that could be mischaracterized, there is someone on you about it, doesn't allow communication that could help you? Then, you get the feeling they just don't want you around. But, instead of trying to communicate it properly to you, they use their position to diminish you, force you to consider leaving the situation. They can't or won't give you clear expectations, won't acknowledge or socialize with you. They might treat you as if you are an adversary, the opponent, when you really just desire to participate and be a part of something. Are you forced to withdraw within yourself, put on a good face, avoid talking out of turn or criticizing for fear you give them further excuse to ostracize you, even when it is their inability to function as an inclusive, cohesive unit that could help everyone succeed? Then why stick with it? Why not quit? Because they would get what they want. You have pride. Why not find a way to show them the errors of their ways? Be a part of the solution, instead of contributing to their problem. But, you are just one person. Rise above it. Have the strength in your convictions. Feel sorry for them that they have to result to childish, bullyish, sociopathic manipulations and let the errors of their ways produce ultimate outcomes that will only unfavorably return to them, hopefully teaching them to be better people. ***The plot twist is the hidden meaning in the title. |
Some people don't have what it takes to make it through life, but along the way provide us with gems that sparkle forever. And, at some point, we catch a gleam on the distant horizon. Maybe, draw near and explore or rediscover what was missed -- sad we missed it for so long, sad of what could have been, all the time knowing this soul couldn't withstand a wretched world. Unlucky, or not hard enough, she ceded her beauty while passing into nothing. A glittery sunrise that equaled its sunset, I provide a 2009 cover of Judee Sill's haunting offering from 1971... "Um, this song I just wrote a little while ago, and someone told me they heard it on the radio today-- it just came out two days ago, and um... I wanted to write a song about this principle: the lower down you go to gain your momentum from, the higher up it will propel ya, but I couldn't think of a way to say that poetically... and I happened to stumble across this real obscure theological fact, and that is that Jesus was a cross maker. That really got in my head, and I knew I had to write a song about it. Same time, I was having a really unhappy romance with this guy: he was a bandit, and a heartbreaker. So one morning I woke up and realised that "he's a bandit and a heartbreaker" rhymes with "but Jesus was a crossmaker". And I knew that even that wretched bastard was not beyond redemption. It's true, it's true; I swear. It saved me, this song. It was writing this song or suicide, y'know?" Sill died of a drug overdose in 1979. Https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Judee_Sill Writing being the alternative, when there is nothing left to share with what you love... |
I would describe it now the same way I described it then. Every moment was a warm one. I remember looking up in the sky from time to time and being amazed at how much my life had changed. I had no fear. Just a warm feeling. I can't describe the sense exactly, but now it seems like I was living a dream. --Michael Jordan No stories from history end in a period. They end in a dot, dot, dot. We're just looking for someone to find the next part. - Marc Nobleman, liberator of the true Batman |
Another Year Older An Uneven Tide Half the day it comes in Half the day rolls out Never a moment’s rest Plying brief even tide Sinking Begging the moon give up its secret Give it a rest — I’m coming, I’m going Systematically or diabolically No will of my own strong enough Cede I must to Mother Nature This burden Drifting Obeying Until I’m beached forever more Bury me in brown crystal sand castles Before the moon compels this eternal tide Return Erode my memory, sever me From a mystery 3.27.19 7.19.21 edit, add ending line 21 lines, freeverse |
Here's we are at this place again. So, I share... http://www.graceguts.com/essays/the-tiny-room-the-jottings-of-e-e-cummings Knowledge is the key ingredient in good writing. |
Why I Must Quit A young heart, beating like the hummingbird, Could drown a roar of crickets romantic rhapsody, As I chased black-specked white leather in red laces Until her delicate voice like Saran wrapped the scene. Heavy the lumber left in the hall like tomorrow will never come. |