A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery. |
A.K.A. Solicitors Get Off My Lawn (or I’ll hose you down). La-ah-ah-ah-nuh-uh-uh I’ve lived without love when I didn’t want to, so…(reminded platitudes and false flattery don’t put their hands down these pants). 18-thousand 400-hundred times unseen. It’s still a beautiful thing, with pipes that I sing (while I’m the Angelou bird) My family will have instructions to unhide post mortem. Post Morten, Apple? It’s all around. ————————————————————————- I’ve deleted five times more than what’s seen now. Less to view in future. Mind-boggling the words I’ve produced with low vision. Conditions I live with, the strength it takes to hold it all in, as I’m redacted by cowards in society…no that’s it. I eat more than words, self-repair. How much of it got on you? — your monster? If you prick a caged animal and it doesn’t have to be put down for savoring your flesh, does it not…what? I’m a fool, if I’m played by fools. And, you are…? But, you…know as much of me as you want. What more can I offer you today? I have leftover dignity and steely resolve, reproducing daily. Reason I came here in 2006, before all butterfly fancy and aimless balloon chasings. Thanks. It went…that way… 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. End of these days near…ing… --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() 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 ▼ Best Poetry Collection ▼ Been more than I could imagine or expect here. Why Mail It In? In Latin ▼ Pluggers: You are an icon here. ![]() You suffer, but you suffer brilliantly. Wow, what a great writer. ![]() And other people’s (reviewers) words…Review of "The Absence of Wavelength and Sight" ![]() Your poetic muse is on fire! ![]() ![]() Published four times with one a literary journal, including… ![]() ![]() 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. I'm Godzilla ▼ August 28, 2006 this blog opened ▼
No specific aim going forward (2014) ▼ ![]() ![]() What Was NEW 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: ![]() |
Look at those cigarettes. Marie Condo a, “Do they give you joy?” Or, you can substitute with words “cancer,” “bad breath,” “stained teeth,” “wrinkled skin,” “smelly house” (according to others), or “house afire” (never, ever take to bed). It Takes More Than One Smoking Gun Certainly, tobacco's aromatic supremacy a sensory component of attraction, or the sound of cellophane separating from brightly adorned heavy stock box. Slender red tape thumbnail sought, tugged, unseal the underlying easily, unclothe side-to-side just as a satisfying ninja throat slit. Twenty-four dutiful soldiers link, sequester shoulder-tight, deploy to the tender lip, teeth gripped ~ one hostage at a time, a smoking gun. 7.8.24 19 lines with the ‘all caps’ title tuck (coining it) freevee (yee-up) why does the title always need apply to the top, framework the read? Think outside the carton. ![]() ![]() {dropnote:"My take"}: quote wrong, yes, but intended as mash-up. Undiagnosed with Aspberger's, to fit in, Abed intoning group argument with a sort of commentary, but be a part, offer a take, (hence smile, nailed it, need of Jeff’s acknowledgment) — share by modeled behavior via movies and tv condensed, ‘that metal lens’ that helps him make sense of a disordered world through ordered discipline of a medium. I have just revealed the boy who asked dad, “why can’t our family be like that?” (while viewing a maudlin 70s television episode) ‘It’s not real,’ he simply responded. End of discussion. The extraneous… For more value, google ‘gun a smoke’, ‘smoking gun’ for added value For WakeUpAndLive ![]() Interesting to know outcome of (your) smokes. I find hardest is to throw away something after making that investment, in your case, the (servile) security net. Crazy watching these shows (trope) where they get rid of everything that serves as reminder after breakup, or mom trashes all family 'junk' food (in ceremonial kitchen receptacle), then ladles some green, blended slop at that next meal. Condo parodied for her 'if it doesn’t give you joy, get rid of it' mantra ~ Gilmore Girls reunion episode, mom ordering people to haul everything out because it didn't give her joy after her husband’s death.{/dronote} Smoking Guns Cigarettes. “Do they give you joy?” Or, substitute words like “cancer,” “bad breath,” “stained teeth.” Maybe, “wrinkled skin,” “smelly house” (according to others), or “house afire” (never, ever take to bed). Certainly, aromatic supremacy a sensory component… as hearing thumb-nailed cellophane separate from brightly adorned pack. Each inside, your smoking gun. They deploy, teeth gripped ~ one hostage at a time. "Re: EIGHT - 11.29.24" ![]() |