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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.
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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

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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

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
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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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May 16, 2024 at 8:11am
May 16, 2024 at 8:11am
#1071191
The Nails/Hood

Nine inch nails drive into my skull,
reverberate subconscious.
Words perfectly recaptured
in harmonic head amphitheater
cascade memory after memory of
are you worthy, did you serve well?

To whom I owe debt sometimes unknown.

Feel a cur, bit the ‘master’ that fed?
Disembodied hand hammered away
at those spikes. Relentless, life taught
where face meets dirt. Do I stay
down on my knees?

No one’s Jesus, or piteous child-martyr,
I’ve been staked, shard-fractures with flesh-
driven, unwilling to die on any mound.

What’s left when deep, shiniest dreams
cloud, drift away? force you to decide
what must be given chase? see obstacles,
you, feeding the impulses. Disgrace?

Sufficiently aerated by blacksmith steel force,
I can look you in the eye with no remorse.
If any spirit resides, it rests, rejoins
with what remains. Look beyond whatever
manipulator, shame of meager words launched
ethereal. Know false crosses faced.

I know when and where I died, repeatedly
self-resurrected from each crime against one
who reverbs soft, smooth, restores whole.
Stronger than before? Too old?

Bring a nail gun, mortar shell, atomic missile
and tell me where to stand. But, I request
witnesses hear you read me last rights,
and let me look direct into the eye of each —
so I can stare deep, get a glimpse
of each simpering sycophant suckling
teats of self-proclaimed gods — if just
to shudder how dark sadistic satin's aim.

No grave, no holy apparition will be seen.
The invisible nails cowards send in palms
deliver no pain, but seal their own future fates.


5.16.24


https://songmeanings.com/songs/view/3530822107858531883/

The sound comes up in my head this morning and it’s the emphatic lines from ann artist who decries the hapless sheeple nations. And yet, the simplest cliche questions emphasized by a haunted voice and cacophony of arranged, punctuated music does as little good as Bono (unless you credit him for Mandela’s release and brief reign). Better tune than ‘Feed The World’.

My Immortal always plays on the flip side, if not memorializing, self-healing, where your pale pity will not suffice.

I provide my own shroud of words that testify a lamb can be slaughtered more than once and still have an ounce of blood not drained into your chalets.

Metal Cased
Hood up, lights down.
I’ll suck on that straw before that next round…


P.S., no one is your master. You can set yourself free and remain healed. If it feeds you, eat if you must. Don’t lend loyalty to the owner who does not embraced you as equal.
Respect is emboldening. Given eyes and ears to earn a heart as friend is endearing. To enter a contractual obligation to embark on new journeys together decides the other’s fate.
Fate. Fuck it up brilliantly, if all fails.


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