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Rated: 18+ · Book · Spiritual · #1149750
10k views, 2x BestPoetryCollection. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind
I’m disabled by more than blindness.

Writing: Like one of those adventure games where you go off questing in different directions but you don’t advance in life. Pretty medallions sought for words/my soul, a slow burn now. Life is full of misdirects right back to the start, you still quest with a thirst.

If they take time to notice, must be doing something right. Life of turmoil produces stuff like this. Not going to call it beautiful agony…it gets a bit uglier. Minced words too pungent.

scripturam in hoc non mutamus, quia stultus es et differentiam nescies.

hic honor, quem accepistis, non est operae pretium, sicut non est bonum.
*BigSmile*
si hoc legere potes, gratiarum actio pro tempore.

The beautiful mess you made.
         |
Without knowledge, who’s to judge?
         |
No gavel; no voice.

I had a lover's quarrel with the world - Robert Frost

         |
I'm sorry you got caught in the middle. - me

*Neurodivergent poet.
*I yearn to love without that fart in the room.
*Honesty without mincing words.
*Stay clear of those surrounded by rules.
*Real dialogue accepted.

Diagnosed with new disabilities in 2020: On the spectrum/ADHD (it gets complicated by PTSD and brain trauma). Been suggested by doctors I might want another brain scan. As it is: My words collect, arrange on a kaleidoscope spectrum. The true experience/acknowledgment of my writing yet to come...long after I’ve left WDC, am dead, or both?

Truly been a blessing, but I've been pushing it — envelope, push world and all inhabitants away, push buttons, find boundaries, no clue why, where I've lived in your dark. Now and then, push dirt out of this hole; someone/thing/entity might envision me the way I need to be viewed (if I knew what that was. Cryptic, I know. Try living in my dark, find comfort amid the strange, virtual walls that tempt me to try).
*The parenthetical ‘lawyer up’?



Foot free, I’m all over the place.
 
"Note: Poetry: life’s little interruptions amassing int..."
 

Best Poetry Collection 2X, nominated three years. What does it mean? I was enjoying myself, head bagged. A happy idiot. Something messed with that. I won’t be a coward; not starting feuds or wars over ideals and beliefs. We all know that’s a pile of crap packaged with dreams of pretty things to sell t the next boob that walks by. *Clown*

Been more than I could imagine or expect. My achievements aren’t going on a LinkedIn wall. I dig deeper than I should, push boundaries. Aimless words, brave or veiled cowardice, flinchingly flung, inadvertently hit targets. Get a ‘back off’ shoulder shot when asking your motivations to write.

No prize to eye; not incentivized. Dealt the worst two cards before the flop, do the best with what you got.



My Pluggers:
You are an icon here.*BigSmile*
You suffer, but you suffer brilliantly. Wow, what a great writer.{/blue}*Heart*


It’s like plugging myself, but using other people’s (reviewers) words…Review of "Epigram ‘n Aphorism Samwiches"
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 because it’s too much work. Truly alone, know no one cares to show they believe/support me. Lip service feeds delusion. I’ve seen a lot of smoldering and snow. Try not be cynical, work hard at openness and consideration — work, sooo…gut thing.

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Congratulations! You won 1st Place in Taboo Words with your fantastic poem, [Link to Book Entry #1027659]. 

I absolutely loved this! *^*Heart*^*

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Love my process constructing and sharing visions in words collected (no small task considering personal and physical limitations, see below).


August 28, 2006 this blog opened

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SuperNova Afterglow: End Of Days  (18+)
All that remains: here in my afterlife as a 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know.
#1300042 by Lorem Ipsum, Perhaps?


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.
 


*Laugh*This is old….
What? Oh, this? A rhetorical, self-motivational speech I'm working on.
Don't just read the parts to construct your theory, as if to confirm (construed out of context) your opinion, mentally-stunted Neanderthal. Therapist wants me to be less negative toward myself. I see it as attacking, rather than being defensive. Fear I will chomp too many bullets unintentionally sent toward the unsuspecting.
If you can be triggered for stupid reasons, then I?
…just looked like me rolling around on the floor with myself.*RollEyes*
             



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 #freyaridings #lyrics #music #video #YouTube

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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March 14, 2021 at 11:28pm
March 14, 2021 at 11:28pm
#1006403
When you can inhale
first fresh air without narrowing lungs,
frozen amid gales,
I squeeze the tender hand
warming my digits
in the thaw, streaming,
gleaming in the barely dim.

Nostrils filter freed soil returning
from the soiled, soft banks
fleeing like black icees drained,
descending in pointed,
paper cups -- just as
winter candles when wax wicks
droop, seep beneath the ground.

I long for seasonable color,
but the eternal light
of a once tender soul
ignites a spectrum of revision.
All seasons start and end,
even without us.


3.14.21


Envisioning glints of former memories in this brief season...inhaling what essence remains through whatever negative capability.
March 14, 2021 at 4:06pm
March 14, 2021 at 4:06pm
#1006384
Purposed Fool
For you, me or who?


Chained to the machine
in your dim light,
fingers bleed
amid yearning of words
coalescing, dreaming...

spun in vain,

miss the mark,

your lover's lust, again.

Chained to a horizon
burning, blinding,
I blister, bleed
all the more
with desire to earn
rapture, your touch;
so I could ascend

young,

anew,

again.

I could drink love,
my own blood
like a fire in my veins,
unquenched, again, but

I have a new drug,

instead:

Resistance.


3.14.21
5.1.21 edited, unsure of the initial intent/inspiration and trying to make cohesive and clear, but feel lost as yet.
March 14, 2021 at 3:43pm
March 14, 2021 at 3:43pm
#1006383
Your cryptic words
(though unintended)
do not unbalance my soul.
Your odd approach
does not cause my neck cock,
crane only to see
the next page
in unfulfilling eternity,

when
I hear your knock.

Uneven door raps
(your offerings left)
before you run off.
The gift of you, unsavored,
I do not quest or quench.
I'm sorry if
you've heard this before.
Thankful still, but
obligation is no longer
our arrangement.

3.14.21
5.1.21 ed.
March 14, 2021 at 3:00pm
March 14, 2021 at 3:00pm
#1006382
Fasting:
"Can only imagine it's about mindfulness. If we are not consumed with distractions and sensations, we are closer to centered and spiritual, self-fulfilling truth."

Heart beating quicker,
Breath yearning harmony,
Shallow settles
Into inner vision, beauty --
The soul of you
         Recalling --
Warm rays penetrating
Our cotton
Where we laid.
Your eyes absorbed the blue
Of two spirits dawning
         My heart slowing
Yearn your sighs,
Deep encouragement

Our inner vision, beauty --
The spirit of two

Warm rays reprise
Soon after sunrise, daily --
Dawning on one soul
         A heart aching alone
For your deep encouraging
Tender lips once again.


3.14.21

March 14, 2021 at 2:54pm
March 14, 2021 at 2:54pm
#1006381
True how the sun rises
surmises
its equatorial, western disdain,
smudged more --
yet, geese strain
voices this spring again
while all the world supposedly changed --

life unbalanced spun
on a perpetual plane --

I see your colors change
but do not match the skies
I surmise,
seeking new tones not yet attained
I see you and hear you
not the same --
but the peepers sing,
crickets’ clarity still a-hum
night long again --

and when I close my eyes
it’s only dirt I wake to see

my ears are another thing.

3.14.21


Focus for this poem is on 'tones' and its duality (sight and sound).


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