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The Absence of Wavelength

by ~ Brian K Compton ~

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.

I hear what you’re saying, and…SMH
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My goes through — R S = 2 G M c 2

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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.
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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.

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18+ Comment: Love my process constructing and sharing visions in words collected (fuck limitations).

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All that remains: in afterlife as 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know. 20k views
#1300042 by ~ Brian K Compton ~

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:

Now: I was such a whore.

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"Worldwide Birdbox"

"Aim, Misfired"

"Aim Of The Moon's Glow"

Who am I, you ask? My mirror knows that question, repeated daily.

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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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Egaeus

Aug 28, 2024 at 2:40am
In response to "Well Aware"

That is one of my favorite tunes. Lately I’ve listened to a violin cover of it.
Wonderful poem.

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~ Brian K Compton ~

Jun 18, 2024 at 7:09am
In response to "Judee"

Reserve this when dry eyes need to eek out a tear only one eye can fully produce

knowing some have saved me, if just from myself
and a metaphorical blade leaned into close
Without, I'm within in some other world asea when storms
rage outside my asymmetry. I was balanced by them, buoyed
and came right back straight for that honed steel, because
it's been the only thing to motivate me...that or...

Along the way, experience, words working forth and back,
some splashing up on me, liquifying dry heart, soul, brain
seeking some sort of refrain, melody that could put it right
but then eyes always turn back toward the tempest night
I've stood above an abyss to scream and find no echo, nothing of me
but tormented myself, like returning nightmare, perpetually.

I'm not a crossmaker or a heartbreaker but a soul silent split
right down the middle the metaphor repeatedly goes, dissection
and day after day, night after night, no life, no resurrection
My only value is what I gave to another and they rob my security
in anonymity, mocked, shunned and cast aside a cleaved man
How could I hate or resent but feel the same pain over again
and decide that this is what I'm made for, facing your edge

Be forewarned, there's no blood left in me to drain and no sport, you'll see.

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~ Brian K Compton ~

May 12, 2024 at 1:54am
In response to "Impulse Control and What’s Today?"

And making a note or setting an alarm wouldn’t work. I hate the imposition of schedule, for some reason. In fact, I’m doing ten less important different things than what I put off. I’ve learned not to be hard on myself. I now adequately defend my condition (that I’m working on still in therapy and with constant self-analysis with google). You’re Angel of the Morning now.

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Anarchist Angel 🏴

May 12, 2024 at 1:39am
In response to "Impulse Control and What’s Today?"

I identify. I'm awake at 1:30AM doing something that could just as easily be done tomorrow or next week. But I'm so flighty I'm afraid I'll forget.

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~ Brian K Compton ~

May 11, 2024 at 11:18pm
In response to "Impulse Control and What’s Today?"

Added, ‘What’s the line limit, Kenneth?
Rather, 53.’
For actuarial Porpoises, and adding that, too.

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~ Brian K Compton ~

May 11, 2024 at 11:12pm
In response to "Impulse Control and What’s Today?"

My farts are just as good.

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Fearlycia Lee ☮

May 11, 2024 at 10:59pm
In response to "Impulse Control and What’s Today?"

I love it so much!

Thank you for sharing it! It's genius.

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July 11, 2022 at 6:49pm

#1035053

Futile Mastery (Point Of No Return)

In my mind I’m building
scaffolding on top of scaffolding on top of
scaffolding, rising higher. So high,
I don’t dare look down.
Where is all this material coming from?
How far have I over-reached?
What is the true purpose of scaffolding?

I have to think.

I find I can’t
control impulse to build
this rising staircase to nowhere,
as if it had purpose, leads me to wonder

what I can’t escape

while purposed to this rickety outcrop,
as if chair back top to chair back top
perilously climbed, but
calm, safe in my contrived, virtual haven.

It will collapse.

Yes, but before it goes down,
someone please notice mastery
so futile, possibly artless, so I can
disassemble? Do I hear response?
What?

You’re faint, far away.

I’ve reached summit, realize
the sky is my closest friend - ground
my enemy. Perhaps, this is
the point of no return.

7.11.22
10.5.22 edit

28 lines, free verse

These artificial constructs in my mind feel favorable over anything tangible in my life like a rejecting fire. Summit To Insanity?

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July 11, 2022 at 4:20pm

#1035045

Promptly Poetry Challenge - July (weeks 1-3)

Week 3-PPC ▼

Week 2-PPC ▼

Week 1-PPC ▼

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July 11, 2022 at 3:47pm

#1035041

Loving A Beautiful Dreamer

The beautiful mind isn’t constant,
it’s motor fires, sparked unpredictably.
They predictably test good engines,
pour sugar down unguarded tanks,
that digested eventually works through.

When the blue gases fade, timing tuned,
wheels tight, we roll, shift smooth, whip
lane to lane through a slow moving heard,
sleek streak a countryside growing wide
as suns burn down on horizon after horizon,
as if world spun by our axis, axle a tight treadmill.

We burn our fuel. We park
wherever we depend. You pick us up,
take us home, tuck us in bed
with our dreams floating above your head
like little clouds, vapors so thin
you don’t see, but inhale —

glow from bright faces sensually inform cheeks,
blush-red. Go ahead.
I know you want to. Lay beside.
We’ll dream the future,
from past and present,
together.

One of us may weep tonight.

7.11.22

Idea behind metaphor may have gotten away from me a little…about relationship between neurotypicals and atypicals.

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