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 --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. I'm Godzilla ▼ August 28, 2006 this blog opened ▼
No specific aim going forward (2014) ▼ 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 #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? Mud 4 My Eye: Is that you, Poo? 💩 Secret Back Door ▼ |
it’s the other reality on the other side tonight no one warned me I could be an implement ignorant, unaware robot taught torment in its gears they oil and rub as I move safely into your neighborhood at night, striding streets at what you see out dusty windows as foolish, arrogant pride. gleam in street lamps is a byproduct of ignorant joy discovering space, empty but for their machine gobbling gone all your scenery did you know rain and inactivity Can cause a corrosive rust? I’m thinking my creators gave up, Constructing a new model to gas and wind up you look in your homes I look under this hood no place for either, restricted from roaming to a vacant lot the dock by the pond the open field, chill dewed as I make my way somewhere no place is true home robots neither sleep or dream never need a master I follow the horizon non-stop wave and smile, can’t slow as if I have somewhere to go Oz? a fairy tale place before I burn down with sunset? Hello, I am Mech, a human machination programmed to adapt into your civilization. Error codes I cannot resolve keep repeating. Nothing left but abort, self-destruct, another year grinding, recharging a batter depleted. they say the sun is friend I can only go out at night 10.10.23 10.17.23 |
life support unplugged and dying, yet still somehow, free ironic i'm dying in room with a clear pane facing east, sleeping past sunrise please don't shine in my eyes night is enough to help me remember visions of her ghost regret doesn't flow, now I know I never had a hope, deluded seeking the west window in dreams night after night, spirit flows down the hall, doors slam to the annex, not allowed down the stairs all alone but green recliner outpost strapped to incindiary device you think I care? I noticed that every night I flow to you dark hell, deflecting demon lover faceless, can feel judgmental glare you think I should care idyllic I'm dying in a clear room with no pain without facing fires of the past shine your force into the hot shades night is enough to help me remember she is my ghost, not yours. I'll never regret for having grown I had hope and delusion, misguided chasing a horizon to senectitude even after glint particles depart down these halls for so long, light shines on the flourescent marks to avenues leading only to you to the green recliner outpost where I could blow, but still live need I care the unmaterialized trapped in night chambers alone fires that sap can't claims a soul devoid, yet capable of a greater love and you know, I might just care about something, about this life, about myself who is rising up against, well, your machine, better than a one horse-power engine, I'll admit but on what fuel do you feed? nitrous, baby! nitrous, baby! vitriol and love can coalesce in one savaged red organ bleeding having been shown all the paths by what you have not shown me... 10.10.23 I've rambled long enough ▼ looks back up. what did I just write? Something you'll forget later. Yeah, that's right. I love reading that guy. I just wish he wasn't so cryptic, and yet... |
annually we check ourselves not because we want to, but because we see a world change out whatever window that begs please notice, or don't leaves on breeze-strings, know not what they do -- play like children as the one child now living in the hollow, stubborn trunk, escaping with heat sent with hope, dreams from root dark -- sapped by sky, channeled to an ever-collecting sun seems eternal, you know? our existence is all of time, the only remaining here on the grass, flowing, dancing begging a soul, rake it, move it all to a cement curb the trucks come while you sleep is this all life will be? all i am is all i ever will be? tapped, fall into that winter slumber ignorantly reawaken with the dull, ice-thaw spring. 10.10.23 3 minute write 15 plus minute edit (still not sure) where the font stops, so do I then, it starts up again same as always ▼ meh, doesn't truly translate to the tempted |