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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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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

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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

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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
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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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April 14, 2023 at 10:24am
April 14, 2023 at 10:24am
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you remind
after you speak
response not necessary
words imply
meant for ears
to receive information
entertained
retained
never be inferred
never echo back
newly translated
something loses in that relay
shadows fall flat
on the face of an angel
that does not smile back
does not smile down

upon me
with love's light
you remind
after this life
responses not necessary
words I employ
implore ears
to receive information
unnecessary
aimless
echo back only
in my reimagination
of you, me
and what could be
if I could just find
an avenue to your heart
to the center
of your beautiful mind

roll up the sleeves
fight for you?
Where is my reason
to try?
Tired
Tongue no longer hefts
volumes of re-imagined
tomes of Anglo-saxonized
unharmonized words
transcribed, redescribed
to an indifferent one
who steals sun
for their own light
beams down
to any that will surround

a fool in shelter
seeks the underground
seeks time to consider
purpose,
love,
your words
and wonder where you are
that you employ speech
and say nothing at all
but
what someone
apparently needs to hear
and about
the self worth of souls
seeking salve
and made you
their master

How threatening it must be
to lose a follower
to one who has so few
what it must mean
to know
another
will come along

building my mounds
with words
on your shore
crash your words
tides tall
that rush in
rush out
and take out
entire towns
of sentences
paragraphs
of novels forming
to appease the sun

the villagers
must feel helpless
not like ants
already rebuilding
beneath a cloudless sky
for their master, sun
the others unworthy
move away,
move to brick and mortar
structures of the mind
and look back
and wonder about the very heart
of one,
for one instant,
never reconsider
he builds stronger,
better and faster
with each thought
that does not appease master
and know
now
he builds the right way
builds for them
builds monuments
he can pride in
and all because of you
who won't get due
when one day...
oh, yes
one day
it all crumbles
an avalanches of sticks,
grass and limestone
washed out
to the tides of time

bankrolled dreams
sink in sand
deep under
hearts flourish
some fill with wonder
others break
dreamer's suicide
will not confide
to those indifferent few
who use it as fuel
to kill again
and again
to build monuments
of flesh
unto themselves.


4.14.23


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