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Rated: 18+ · Book · Spiritual · #1149750
A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery.
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…
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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 and Sight"
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)Open in new Window.
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.
 



             



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: Is that you, Poo? 💩 Secret Back Door
March 7, 2025 at 11:45pm
March 7, 2025 at 11:45pm
#1084983
Sugarloaf


I witnessed you a thousand feet high.
Blue waters purged a blue sky.
And your eyes
And mine,
Alive.
Two hands,
United elements,
You lifted me higher
That day we hiked
Sugarloaf Mountain.

It was not the ore docks,
Great steel ships,
Coasting seagulls calling —
Or highlights of fall colors
Above your tousled,
honey hair. Vibrant,
my soul singing, every second.
Memory fails to recall
An unknowable song
I long strings would strum.

On a chill, sunny day —
Pause, amid
Restless leaves and decay.
Cleansed, you freed me
From ignorance
And solitude,
Gave hope
I could love better –
Love
someone like You.



30 lines
Entered, 2nd Chance

Holy Grail of Myth stays the Excalibur.
 
T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚
March 7, 2025 at 12:04am
March 7, 2025 at 12:04am
#1084926
55 Years To Eternity

I’ve laid my eyes on the wall
where gray shadows have staid
Until shadows contain all light,
about this bed where we’ve laid,
I’ve never noticed a lick of change.

Whether freshly painted in revision,
amber light playing on my baby blue,
withering branches dancing in silhouette,
the only dream realized came true —
arms-swept, gowned goddess, you.

In 55 years, nothing has wavered more
than warm light playing on shadows here.
I’ve carried great awe for a heart in love
with an aging home to shelter you dear.
Wall absent of shadows makes it clear —

in great emptiness, filling a solid, blue sea,
wall-displayed, you oar eternally across with me.


5.6.25

Title attempt meant to show time progression, as theme is of ordinary lives, eternal, re-enacted by the interpretation of shadows on their wall. He can aver, theirs is a love for the ages none others will see, or be able to compare.

48 HOUR WDC prompt to reflect on music video with the singers message of promise to marry and carry her 55 years. And now, we’re here and it feels like they’ve never wavered or changed.



Holy Grail of Myth stays the Excalibur.





 
T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚
March 6, 2025 at 2:27am
March 6, 2025 at 2:27am
#1084868
You might want to back up.
I’m building theory.

Google’s “AI” says:

"Building theory" refers to the process of creating a conceptual framework that explains a phenomenon by identifying key concepts and their relationships, essentially developing a theoretical understanding of why something occurs, which can then be used to guide research, predict outcomes, and inform decision-making in a particular field; it involves systematically gathering data, analyzing patterns, and constructing a coherent explanation for observed phenomena.
Key points about building theory:
Purpose:
To develop a comprehensive understanding of a complex phenomenon by identifying underlying mechanisms and causal relationships.
Process:
Observation: Gathering data through qualitative or quantitative methods to identify patterns and anomalies.
Conceptualization: Defining key concepts and their attributes.
Proposition Development: Establishing relationships between concepts, forming hypotheses about how they interact.
Refinement: Iteratively revising the theory based on new data and feedback to improve its explanatory power.
Application:
Guiding research: A well-built theory provides a framework for designing research studies, identifying relevant variables, and formulating testable hypotheses.
Explaining phenomena: Theories help interpret and make sense of observed patterns in a field.
Predicting outcomes: Once validated, a theory can be used to predict future behavior or trends based on the identified relationships.
Example:
In organizational psychology, a theory might be built to explain employee motivation by identifying factors like job satisfaction, autonomy, and recognition as key concepts and exploring how they interact to influence employee performance.



To build, I had to run some tests
Apologies, Guinea Pigs

Each day, new theory tackled.
Don’t see it coming; don’t know where it’s going
But, they plug into formulas
Of systematic, working models in my brain
By which my central processor won’t quit…
Even after the hardwood fall of 2017,
a 15-minute blackout, couldn’t recall
before a hard reset. Computed axial tomography
grayscale imaging confirmed no bats
flew from this skull cage…(continue to link…)

It’s where input cannot be unlearned.
Attached to emotional components
That interact with objective logic, now,
As I can reach back in time, recall influences
on brain matter rewiring, neurodivergent,
ADHD driven and hyper critically thinking
Purely as a tool of survival from conformity,
normal and as ordinary as any, calmly calculating
to remember who informed, idiom, expression,
Home spun wisdom, all fact checked
And approved results that have slotted in.

We travel through historical time, grey matter and me,
Revisit old concepts, brought up to date
By comparing collected data from a broad spectrum,
ranging Interests immersed, parallels within,
reasoning benefactors, detractors, since the formative —
days dawdled, hours on end, study every hand painted panel,
by flashlight in a pitch of black and blanket
in a hallway closet, away, where none heard mumbled words,
reenacting, reuniting visions of projections knowable
Teleporting through universes when self-hypnotized
by the unique and varied grain patterns, illuminations
by flashlight on green-paneled bedroom walls,
to finally arrive at unshakeabke summation…
Duh-doi! I.e. — thus, it is proven.

Halting here. Phase one, I’ll say.
Much more to reveal until my dying day.
Anything that doesn’t smell right is like a dirty sock
Fueling a self-evidentiary being who will not
Accept anything in the shaded areas as truth.

Tomorrow’s lesson, and the first of a series:

Fear mongering, idiot mouthpieces, Machiavellism,
and Mr. Smith Goes to Washington,
Segueing into It’s a Wonderful Life

Or, maybe, a nap, track sports and play 137 games of cribbage.
Never Three Stooges, nu huh. I won’t poke an eye out.


Visit:
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‘Cause I said.

I craft stories, hypothesizing and projecting modern day events from around the globe, links to history, cultures, the common wealth, governmental structures and the influences of a capitalistic, monetized society corrupting logic over ethics, and more, in a growing collective of fact checking knowledge, life experience, from silence lying outside ignorance and an incipient void breathing the gases of atoms’ molecular bonds suffocating us all into oblivion, with the inability to let anything go until I can make a case for anything witnessed in motion.

Additional babble addled: 3.8.25 after up, mostly writing through the night, as the noggin’ refuses shut down, prefers quiet of night solitude, romanced by the nocturnal and inspired uttering cluttering up a page, such as this. When I have my degree to pursue disputing theory of relativity to show two opposing principles can co-exist, I will finally know how the mathmatival equation for bonding friendship to my core atoms can cohabitate as units linked arms in arm, shoulder to shoulder through life, forming our mobile Faraday cage, and motor to the end of all universes until black matter meets its doom, when it cannot consume one who has found the one mystery of life than can do longer digest the inner workings of a spirit based soul that requires instinct over logic.

I’m inert, otherwise.

Not edited, hardly grammar or facrtchecking. I’m one person, no audience, soap box or willing to be caught in the cross hairs of the boa constricted walls of an ordinary life.

Chair!

Not nearly my best. *RollEyes*

Edited, added, thinking done tackling the most hairy, untamable musings, everybembellishing until the empty space fill with box full ofvNasa parts, remedyba return from inner space to return from the gravitational field, not burning or breaking up on re-entry. Not editing again, just yet. 36 hours since my previous slumber ended, slightly more than half my recent current record.

Tired is not ignorance, just not enough zzz to push through a cloud of whirl wind posturings without desire to fact check half-efforted assertions.
March 5, 2025 at 12:17am
March 5, 2025 at 12:17am
#1084814
inertia informed

Calm gazing
Stares at nothing at all.
Dry stalactites drip no tears.
The barrier to viewers,
or blinders to a bright world,
Harsh arriving? Numb to
Arrows, rock and stick, a refrain
Soothes the brain, with hopeless
Wondering: How easy for you,
For me, unlike others, late
Learned impending fate by refraction —
Provoked and saddened,
Likened as your monster.


3.5.25
"Re: GET THE PICTURE? - 02. 04 & 05 & 06 .25"  Open in new Window.


Holy Grail of Myth stays the Excalibur.



T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚            
March 4, 2025 at 12:44am
March 4, 2025 at 12:44am
#1084753
Fresh Cut

I turned my uniform in on the last day, a procrastinator?
or dreamer, dreamily lending blue to sky in fresh cut grass?
Every mower in the surrounding neighborhood humming,
late summer, as I dawdled with soft, sweet green on my back.

I ran to the infield, slid, safe! adding a mud-color compliment.
We must have spent a fortune in detergent and bleach.
Didn’t need no fabric softener, earth treated worn jeans and tees.
Home, our beagle on my chest, rolling on the lawn ‘til supper.





T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚            
March 3, 2025 at 3:18am
March 3, 2025 at 3:18am
#1084693
Fret And Survive

You gave me hope when I was punching my way through life.
You, not the romantic, mothered me. I couldn’t see a wife.
But, day in, day out, hangs on 3rd street taught the unspoken.
We knew what we had…maybe why…him? I could only watch.

Delusion buried me inside a purchased brown-black grave
before owing explanation; took my own lover. Stupid?
Thinking…this time…you had to watch, but I would feel foolish
learning between your actions and words, you were hurting, too.

I had to show you that part of me, the most powerful, learn
what you and I had missed. How I yearned, felt your stare
in the doorway to my room, frozen, unprepared to move,
and you hightailed to another, he rarely there, forbade.

denied all I never dreamed, you say I romanticized

I never wanted to steal you from another lover
Decisions made, purple rain poured out in each refrain —
but, dark, down and drowning in liquid of any color
Velvet vocals reverbed, scream-bleeding love betrayal

Ticking time still red stained, my chords could yet bleed purple,
I’m witnessing the brown and black near, moving about my grave
Regret not persisting, when held at bay before I knew
Could’ve lost who I was, unfeeling, sucker punched by life

With that six-string fret, frozen, seized by my own denial,
held that note, my tablature speaking just the same
I loved you more than any other, when that rain returned again
holding that note so long, it’s a wonder this survival.


Not going for rhyme at first, decided to give this quick, lopsided something lyrical, which I may take further. A little double play on fret not fully realized.

Same girl, different approach, same story. Overplayed, romanticized, she says.


Work in regress
My roommate actually had designs on her, vulnerable, not in her league, forbidding me like some Romeo who would hurt. If memory, he got the two together, assuming if he couldn’t have her, I wasn’t going to get any closer. I saw her linger too long, one day. I knew but it was my word that caused hesitation, while getting played…he and the other guy, both jealous of me, both forbidding. They cut me off from friend foremost. I’ve only had two true friends that made me a better person in my unknown neurodivergent funk that gave my roommate opening to passive aggressively diminish me, cut me off from all, not just her. Events with shared friends occurred without my knowledge or theirs. Nothing got me more than the obstacles to her, if she could see, why she broke off our meets because of him, but eventually it was okay again. I put myself right back in prison, hurt that she would allow me to visit but pawn me off on one of her friends. So, no one to call but her with a flat tire he and her came out to help me change, because it was rusted to exile hub. In a cold late 1991 night in Marquette, MI, we would all go to a favorite restaurant. I grew nervous, knowing he didn’t trust me, and further settled the matter when I couldn’t find the words to thank him. I’m sure I didn’t pick up the tab…no money. One last angry phone call from her and I was completely alone. This guy, Mike would be out of the picture. She never said. My roommate lost his marbles again, lost face, trying achievement like me, college, two jobs, but wound sneaking off with my former employers van and cops were called. Still an ignoramus, in the public radio station where he stole all my friends and cock-blocked, I heard our new news director reading the story of his arrest on air…not mentioning he was a former employ at the station. Dude was a bit smug, he knew my roommate, too. Felt like a conflict to read that story, or air at all. When he left, I pulled it so the on-air staff couldn’t read it. Caught, they busted me by terminating my job at end of semester. They didn’t need a reason. They just didn’t have to renew. Punitive. And I was looking out for someone who was more roommates, drama queen backstabbed, after several months, I left all his stuff on the porch, his dad was confused when he picked it up. I had a new roommate but a new reason to feel a heal, villainous.
She and I had a chance, if she had said she stopped seeing him. Many poems about our last hours, failed stories, not revisiting again.


T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚            


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