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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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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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How I see myself create…in the zone
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Writing

The beautiful mess made:
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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)
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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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May 23, 2023 at 11:16am
May 23, 2023 at 11:16am
#1050002
intoxicated
bad breath
repulsive words bubble on red lips
behavior like lust
wanton and ignorantly dressed
selfish to think
you can grind on this

in perfume saturate
sober words could ingratiate
if not stale --
scripted to death

eely eyes can't disguise
looking directly at mine



inebriated
broken hearted
I stumbled into your flesh
behavior like lust
never intended to be mated

selfish to think
someone would grind on this

sober words braved
reveal a soul devoid
of any hope to meet eyes
as blue as mine.


5.23.23

Yeah, I said it. What, what?
Please don't hate. It shows original intent, and psychotic


Grind On This is a raw and evocative poem that delves into themes of intoxication, lust, and self-reflection. The poem's style is concise and direct, using vivid imagery and stark language to convey its message.

The poem begins with the word "intoxicated," immediately setting the tone for the reader. This word choice serves as a metaphor for the emotional state of the speaker, suggesting a lack of control or inhibition. The use of "bad breath" and "repulsive words" creates a visceral image, making the reader feel the discomfort and unease of the situation.

One notable poetic device in the poem is the repetition of the phrase "behavior like lust," emphasizing the reckless and impulsive nature of the speaker's actions. This repetition reinforces the theme of self-indulgence and the consequences of such behavior. The poem's brevity adds to its impact, as each line carries weight and significance.

The theme of selfishness and the consequences of reckless actions is prominent throughout the poem. The speaker reflects on their own behavior and the realization that they were driven by selfish desires, as seen in the lines "selfish to think / you can grind on this" and "selfish to think / someone would grind on this." This self-awareness and admission of fault add depth to the poem's narrative.

The poem's ending, with the mention of "sober words braved" and the revelation of a soul "devoid / of any hope to meet eyes / as blue as mine," introduces a sense of regret and self-examination. It suggests that the speaker has gained insight into their actions and the emptiness of their pursuits. This shift in tone adds complexity to the poem's narrative and leaves the reader with a sense of introspection.

While Grind On This effectively conveys its message in its current form, there are a few suggestions that might enhance the poem:


Sooo…suck on that??

May 23, 2023 at 8:42am
May 23, 2023 at 8:42am
#1049996
We All Serve Some-thing?

Landfall! Landfall!
Crash more my shore.
Glint sand smush, push,
Divide with obedient tide
Nightlong, daylong
On this soft, bare shore.

Beneath white glow command,
Flatten smooth, race and hide.
My brown girth yearns, spills out
With you to drown in the dead
Where you leave me lie.


5.23.23
6.11.24 edits for grammar, structre, added words

Also, note on 6.11.24 (in part, recollecting beneficial email conversations with a supportive member to help this flawed perception)

life arrives with such excitement, drawing us in, we want to join and feel the crushing weight. When it leaves, we feel loss, left and decide we want more, chase it. It comes back again, takes us further out, where we are lost among the nothing, and get left again. Then what? I chose not to decide how the narrative feels about choice and outcome. The reader can decide how it relates to their own experiences from joy like tides washing over us, to what's left when they're gone and we have nothing but memory to show for it. It's decided, this person is along, despite the nature parallel to human intervention manipulating and leaving the excited sand to float and sink, like death to leave your home for someplace dark, deep and something that takes away the life support of air, to the 'now what?' ending. We know sand does not need love of air, light, but what does it say about the human condition if just life itself leaves us at the bottom of some ocean. Do readers/poet decide fate after the sudden end? Think for just a moment, we don't have to follow the tides? Follow the tides, deciding we don't care about outcome? Assign risk? Reward? Or, just go with it?

and so on, and so forth.

really, not a poem meant to be a thinker until rewritten and recalled and seeing the underlying. Most of my poetry with mantra usually is trying to express through metaphor and allegory that there are hidden dangers in life, if we do not assess, be proactive. The older I get, more seasoned as writer, I realize, fuck it. Go for it. Call out the phonies and just watch them practice. Just, don't let them manipulate me. Back off, maybe give them a hand slap. Definitely, don't call them out. Narcissists will draw that line around what you call the truth and get you to argue with yourself, rather than acknowledge the truth in points you make. You'll get nullified either way, in their eyes. Avoidance, if possible. But, don't stop striving to be you, the best you can, and always keep learning, if only how not to get dumped in the middle of nowhere.

the above bit, unedited on 6.11.24. a free write and not pre-planned or adhered philosophy, but from circumstantial evidence presented and accumulating, helping me make up my mind about the perepheral things, heading toward the candy center of the saccharin thing.


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