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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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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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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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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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April 28, 2024 at 1:30pm
April 28, 2024 at 1:30pm
#1070018
My little brother could not
wipe away my love of life
despite reporting my experimentations
that earned timeouts, punitive arrangements,
to spare his own bottom from the stick
with a fingers’ misdirects.

Anger I ingested, held
into manhood, when realization
I should be worried about him —
after drug use, failed marriages,
abandoned and shunned by his
woman daughter, having blown
his share of a family fortune.

I’m secure in my holdings.
Head up, even in life defeat, because
there is one worse off, needs, but
won’t reach out to me, Mr. Armless —
cut off after that great disease
called childhood. My heart
with widening chambers

ready to hold him within, yet
ache from emptiness.


4.28.24
22 lines, free verse

Created here/now in minutes…from informed experience not so dissimilar from PTSD of yore.
If anyone ever accepts me unconditionally as human, I’ll hold them as dear life.

Brother, not my friend, hated me, jealous, yet as the youngest, most freckled, adored.
I too, don’t have a relationship with his only offspring, a lovely young woman.

How flawed this human experience navigated?

P.S., if I spend two hours in one sitting here; that’s on you.
April 19, 2024 at 2:11pm
April 19, 2024 at 2:11pm
#1069195
I’ve been writing and squirreling it away because I don’t have time to share lately.

But, I will share a text sent to my spouse this morning…a snippet of something my unending mind could more fully speak into existence, time permitting, if I actually knew eyes between ears would give consideration to the blooming sea of an ordinary brain that wants/strives to be (accepted as) beautiful (amidst all the waste called ugliness — my own):

Was creating observational humor the other day in the carwash when the lyrics “same as it ever was” splashed and assaulted my brain. I decided now to look at song meetings for The Talking Heads “Once In A Lifetime.”

https://songmeanings.com/songs/view/43180/

The commenter with 22 likes stated it best (to me) with another remarking beneath about something that always nags me…”It (song) kind of talks about how if a the wheels of a brain stop spinning(,) it is technically dead…if we just accept everything for what it is, and don't question things or stop to think for a second, we're not really living.”

And what am I always doing but questioning life, obsessed with thought I routinely express if not verbally, in writing? Writing gives perspective. Writing is stuff on a greaseboard wall that no one visits. (Many new thoughts relate to this). So, to avoid the existential abyss, I need to ask myself what is this thing called writing and why am I doing it? What are these observations I am having and why do I think anybody would respond to it?

More importantly, David Byrne’s use of symbolism with water. The top commenter overlooked the lyrics poetic quality. Water is a symbol for life, washes things away, gives us life and holds it all together. And it’s a mystery beneath the surface, further hiding us from truth we all seek.

At its essence, the song is about baptism (once we accept this is our life), same as it ever was. And, what you do with it will only mean something to oneself. For me, it’s been a perpetual sense of wonder.

Now, ‘into the blue again’.


4.19.23

Who cares where it begins and ends, jump in the stream anyway. Don’t just watch it go by. If someone is there to baptize you, make sure it’s your faith and not theirs that you commit to before taking that leap. Once immersed, you may struggle for breath and your own life as they hold you under. It’s your commitment, your blessing, your life (and how you live it) that gives satisfaction only to you, and none other.

No matter how you live it, they will either accept or ignore you, but ultimately, could bend and warp your strength and beauty, when manipulators steal a little something from your soul-essence. Claim it back. Choose nirvana with your tequila. Another sunrise coming. Don’t linger in the dark past day break.

‘Tequila…sunrise’ — yeah, thought it. Are the words ever really that far from one another in any vernacular?

Can you guess what I’m thinking now?

It makes me so sad ‘we live’ so ‘far apart’ and are virtually (double entendre) on the same page of illumination (doubling down).

Sadder…the division widening.

I echo the preceding text’s final thought, because all I ever hear is my own voice, even inside this four-wall box of a life.
April 2, 2024 at 12:59pm
April 2, 2024 at 12:59pm
#1067407
White Winged (Revised)
from the pandemic

I hope you know darling
I can't be the wild garden butterfly
haphazardly flapping white wings
before your aromatic hyacinth,
lily of the valley bell sprays,
amid spring tulips daring symmetry
and other hand-me-down heirlooms
longing my tender hands weed, divide,
surround your beautiful, wide eyes
envisioning eternal symphony, nearing
like infinity, in an instant taken
by storm, gnawing rodents and bespecked
insects with voracious appetites
— like mine — who needs your love, too.

I'll be white-winged wherever you are,
flowing but separating from our past
to move beyond, fading forgotten into
the blue, clouded vault of mystery --
beyond the dust of towering pine
— swaying, judging -- and below the ground
with soil ever-loving, always nurturing
our shared desire of blooms sprouting,
graceful garden butterflies showing
— arrive — to replace my ego.


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Coda
The most beautiful melody at memorial
you can't hear play
in this empty row eternally alone.
You clutch my hand
as if knowing my suffering heals your own.
in bed each night in earth silence
you tenderly clutch my soul's remains.

My eyes only for the spinning ceiling fan
whooshing away sounds repeating tiresome,
eroding guilt I cannot fully love
until I know you celebrate me again.

I've come to realize I broke the vision
you had for me, of a silent knight long ago,
when the white steed suddenly died at your distressed feet...
when you realized I became the helpless one,
and you would have to shoulder me from then
and beyond every tomorrow until I'm ash
scattered on breezes sending me hopeful
in that morning bed with delightful things
I never had eyes to appreciate, like your longing
before my soul's return to you, darling. *Butterfly2W*



Can’t fully justify
But then, who with intricate webbing ill-devised
can free from our own destiny trap.

Are you getting any of this? — creator of Community, Dan Harmon, supposedly in his sleep
Deep
April 2, 2024 at 12:26pm
April 2, 2024 at 12:26pm
#1067404
Revisit

Rewire (Rewiring)

Feed me amphetamine
messy head needs a rewire

boy, I’m tired
pretty please prescribe
I’m not a seeker

life is bleaker
without the bright sunshine
supplied and dosed ten milligrams at a time

but quit by five
if I want to sleep tonight

coffee helps
tea's better I'm told
         for mindful patience
         good vibes
wouldn’t that be nice

man, I was so sad
when people didn’t get me
still don’t

it’s gonna take a while
to rewire me

write on that pad: amphetamine


21 lines

"Rewired (still rewiring. big job) (MV)" 


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