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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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January 6, 2023 at 11:52pm
January 6, 2023 at 11:52pm
#1042762
Wait Until Whatever Tomorrow

There’s a book, a book, a book
I say, I dawdle, procrastinate over.
Now there’s four of them, or five?
Accumulating as poetry popcorn,
as sardines smelling cloistered hell
where words jumble, tumble
out the brain’s mouth into parlor,
or squalor. How shall I serve them all?
Wait.
What am I doing this for?
This self-collaboration in internet,
inherit incognito innuendo
indefinitely interlopes ignorantly
indefinite, infinite, and infernally.

I started all this for a reason.

Seasons change as my mind
goes a-wandering after lolly leaves
into snooker snow piles s-sliding
down,
free-form
spring-sprung, tousled tulips
serenading summer, seething-sensuous,
‘til tumbled, careless castoffs
over and over and over
mount mounds colorful, as I (should)
dive within. And, would you look?
A poem.

Do I really want to do this
again?
Wait until
tomorrow.



1.6.23

At this point, the gray matter pretty much doesn’t compel the machine anymore, but monkey that learned tasks by repetition until he couldn’t multi-task the Enguish langwage aneymore.

Haven’t completely lost…lost…lost… *looks around*

it
it was what I was going to…going to…goin…

Wrote in dark, without glasses, on tablet, no talk to text, as she snores and snorts bedside. *RollEyes*

I won’t link/share in your newsfeed. Don’t worry.

NOTE: at this point, felt an imposition by those wanted me to impose, heard me, talked over, ignored, and I backed away. Sensed the ‘where is he going’. There’s no explaining to gaslighting narcissists who want your soul like stuff from your pockets, act disgusted when you’ve been shaken upside down by your ankles, expecting your lunch money, at least. They are the new bully, who points at me, if I speak up, not PC, take my rights, boot stomp, cry for all the other red-headed banshees to herd up, buffalo stance, expect me to yelp, try harder, go away. Knives, arrows, bullets at your back, wouldn’t you want to silently, unnoticed, slink away from the purveyors of sunshine and candy? 💩 sorry, that was supposed to end with a period. I had mine. Theirs is ongoing …………….. has it been that long? *PointLeft*

Note add: 8.11.23 because I’m an idiot with my time. Nothing I write is preconceived, except for a notion, burgeoning words that sort and slot into sentences that seem worthy to further pursue, until cornered, no bombs to break me out of alphabet logjam.

Blah, blah, blah…fuck me, apparently. What are my sins? Can it be that bad?? Got in the way. Oh? A simple move, or play through with us would suffice. I’m on the ninth hole (beginning, middle, end, or restart…playing through a lightning storm with a reverend. And I was doing so good? Even the high and mighty can be full of themselves, but what am I? Not on the green.

Gawd, would I just shut up?! There wuz more alphabets piling up before the screen freeeezzz…*Bomb*
January 6, 2023 at 12:34pm
January 6, 2023 at 12:34pm
#1042740
sole thin

takes the road less traveled







alone







and it's worn down now







by just these two shoes






sole-thin tread it is



1.6.23


january
no boots for this

everywhere i go now they want a little piece of me. the more the better.
sorry if i don't have more to give. I look each in the eye with clear blues
so they might peer as deep as they should into the cavern of soul to see
what I spare. a room for the night, shirt from back, last buck in my wallet.
it's a game for them, see how much of me i give of myself, build margins higher
on their side. I see the dots of worn down nubs all around in the deficit.
red, redder. the low and lowered, when I stand up and choose to be blue.
Not red or black. Not on chessboard, or checkers, if you're not into that.
A pawn, maybe. But, I move circumspect of their instruction. they follow me.
don’t like I make my own game of them, these people of rules and order who
want to tell me where to go, where to yield and stand. My ears turn way down low,
they just follow, know, they can't be a father to this man. They killed him.
and i know.


just riffin' off this vibe
reinspect later.


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