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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.
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
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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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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?
 

Mud 4 My Eye: Is that you, Poo? 💩 Secret Back Door

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May 5, 2023 at 7:53pm
May 5, 2023 at 7:53pm
#1049265
The last line of that first answer was all I needed to see…

https://www.beaconbroadside.com/broadside/2019/04/poetry-that-speaks-truth-to-po...

…and if anyone knows me, truly, knows what I felt. No hint provided. It may or may not be in my writing. It may or may not be rooted in religiosity…


5.5.23

It might be a hint, but, it’s in the answer about being broken.

There is power in the written word, if anyone knew how to read. I might be among the writers and interpreters who get it wrong…let’s see?
May 5, 2023 at 6:46pm
May 5, 2023 at 6:46pm
#1049261
ever feel like someone else’s carnival prize,
and yet not good enough?


Silver barb through my eye
because I caught a glint, tried.
Angled, be-slimed catch
can’t wriggle off your line.

Spurred fins flare, prick fickle flesh
that grasp me whole.
I’m inhaling more than a surface will do.

Is the sun mad at me?

Gleam of smile so bright,
fat teeth could crush
scale and bone and tiny brain
with a single bite, when
revealed, a thick fat worm
that struggles against its might.

Red pours through my window,
my cavity fast filling, when
the blunt, stiff tug comes.
I’m unplugged and flung

back to brine, moat of scum.
Wind up your vinyl vine,
cast the next fresh bait and let’s try
to get it right this next time.

From depth of black bottom
to green to bluest high I should rise,
as desire, a golden center most merciful.


5.5.23

Why the last three lines? Try.

Everyone seems to know more than me.
I’ve settled, tired.
May 5, 2023 at 12:25pm
May 5, 2023 at 12:25pm
#1049240
On my journey to self discovery, notice —
every word you choose
affect on me, effect of you, like
blood dripping from my hand,
a wound unfelt you could see,
the worrier of fabric of clean things.

you, decidedly dramatic,
when I realize my injury, transgression human,
tiny red scrape and smallest ooze
daubed clean…I’m bleeding all over?
everything?

Words employed
as preventative measure
in struggle of worth
amid a life of inanimate things I stain,
the blood coagulates, clots
as I heal, rather than dispense,
dissipate all over our life —
hold it in?

but wonder
about imagination, the machination
of your words.
Need of narrative control realized, that pride
when you wheel into a wayward construction barrel
struck dead on by your gleaming machine
in a dark night, and report
to my judgment your accident account as merely cosmetic.

yet, I question, as you come clean, the described drivable, your rationale,
that a dent on the bumper, scrapes and hanging trim ripped — flapping
from wheel well while driven —
gives pause about the power of your words.

It needs repairs, insurance claim.
How you limit that drama in these moments,
but your heart must race to avoid disgrace most humanizing.

I’d offer my arms but that would mean…?
insecure? come clean? to me, a bloody savage?
it’s you’re pretty car. but, it’s fine.
No big matter. Smaller
than the human who severs?

It’s my car, too.

3.4.23

Needs work. Typed on iPhone from a talk-to-text note, edited by arthritic bones.
May 5, 2023 at 12:09pm
May 5, 2023 at 12:09pm
#1049239
Love echoes in a canyon, challenges my ears
follow its truth
but cannot quench a thirst
on a dry floor of mirages
withering words
         your bouquet
delivered by strangers in need of gratuity
for services rendered …

to be continued?


5.4.23
May 5, 2023 at 11:26am
May 5, 2023 at 11:26am
#1049237
Why I don’t submit? Recon on where to submit invites my ADHD to obsess like an owl with a Tootsie Pop. I find a sweet crunch and forget what to savor, sideways again go…

We’re not so different, you and I….

https://massreview.org/sites/default/files/13_64.1Ok.pdf

…is something I could never get the nerve to say.


As I stare out a window
Up to the branch on the crab
Pointed directly at me…

Longing, I spy your winter
Coat melting off. Feathers
Baffle breezes tormented,

Beg strip you free.
You eye me, eye me,
Side to side, side to side —

Never…with such beauty.
My heart feels worth slip
Through a clear pane.

Vanity is insecurity, but
Only for the borrower
Of a free spirit’s wing

Diving for the feeder, then
Bomberang away to the sky
Because I flinched an inch.

We’re not so different…

I feel even more alone
whisper
mutter
keep to yourself
.

Let me have this moment…

I’ll be fine.


5.5.23

I just made that up on the fly…
No bird outside, caged
Is/in my heart. *Heart*

Adverb! Adverb! Adverb alert! Delete, delete, delete…
I was just…
A-ha! Uh-hah. You are very Very.
*RollEyes*. 😏

After…fine…do I speak to you, to me…to you through me? to me through you?
Somewhere in the narrative divide, not personification, a third person/1st person narration,
but a fourth wall I only see the divide of this personality, reflecting, deflecting
back and forth off satellites to off shore accounts, transferred a thousand times,
pinging off space rock, floating free in a black sea, never incinerate, falling back, burn
for reentry, but what black holes spy, crave, if even a glim of shine. Now?
I digress…


Maybe, another run to look into publications to submit, after lunch. I’ll be distracted for a week or a month or forever, at times.

Now, what was/what am I doing?

Ignoring right hand arthritic numbness, tingling *shakes hand repeatedly*…what is this compulsion…he tapped with an extended ring finger (right index isn’t ‘having it’ today)? The pinkie tapped the inserted ‘right’. Showing off, now.


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