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Rated: 18+ · Book · Spiritual · #1149750
10k views, 2x BestPoetryCollection. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind
Like one of those adventure games where you go off questing in different directions but you don’t advance like the others. You earn pretty medallions gallantly while other players buy, sell and trade at market to get ahead without moving an inch. Slow burn…hey? You’d rather keep your dignity, or try to figure out their game. That’s where you really get lost. Game full of misdirects leads right back to start over and over. You could have stayed on your quest. Now, you have this.

Redacted, censored, gaslighted…must be doing something right, my old boss would say. I’m not a sociopath, he tells himself. Equal parts, then? Mom should have had me tested. Because, life of turmoil produces stuff like this. Not going to call it beautiful agony…it gets a bit ugly.Tap on them. It’s part of the quest…see where I’ve been; see who I am:


         
                   
                                       
                   
                   
        
         


Right. I redact myself. The beautiful mess you made. Who are you?
If I’ve been denied the right of knowledge, I’ve earned the right to judge.
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Without knowledge, who’s to judge?
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No gavel; no voice.

"...politely reedy but ambitiously eclectic—moving effortlessly from hen-picking and bottleneck slides to a full deck of chucka-chucka rhythm figures."

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

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I'm sorry you got caught in the middle.

*Neurodivergent poet.
*Don’t judge/hate. I love.
*Honesty without mincing words.
*Dump your prejudice outside my door. Hope you leave it on the way out.
*Nothing to fear but people who surround themselves with rules, can’t be touched.
*Real dialogue accepted.

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 to find boundaries, having no clue or told where they lie, 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 the next boob that walks by. *Clown*

Been more than I could imagine or expect. My achievements aren’t going on a LinkedIn wall. But, I get it. You're sick of me. It's how I feel about myself when I dig deeper, push boundaries. Don’t care my words that aim for honesty, either brave or veiled cowardice, flinchingly flung, inadvertently hit a target. Get a back off shoulder shot for asking your motivations to write…won’t get me to bend over backwards to appease, again.

There’s no prize to eye, not properly incentivized. So, does it mean when dealt the worst two cards before the flop, do the best with what you got? Yeah, rigged. Yeah, other tables — other ‘games’. But, something in my gut I’ll never be rid.



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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 "Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋"
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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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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All that remains: here in my afterlife as a 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know.
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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.
 


*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*
             



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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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March 5, 2021 at 12:51am
March 5, 2021 at 12:51am
#1005843
The dagger
dripping with poison
drips black from the pen
you filled last night
exacted your revenge
on an ignorant lamb
who didn't intend...
but you knew what you were doing

I'll hand you the revolver
it's quicker, humane
to drain a bullet
from the chamb
directly into my brain
sparing five others for the cows

Do you kill for sport?
How do you eat?
unless I'm the buffet

Dine Well

3.5.21
March 5, 2021 at 12:26am
March 5, 2021 at 12:26am
#1005841
Late
         Spring
                    I
had to wait
then showers          late
would abate
now sun          now, now
no horse, no plow

Early Summer was good
I did what I could
to help you rise
         I surmise
You already had
your burial          unceremonious
Perhaps, the season cried
I
   Fall
           Soon


2.27.21
March 5, 2021 at 12:18am
March 5, 2021 at 12:18am
#1005840
One kernel down the gullet morphed me

one grain of truth
not the serum to cure
but seal me from the world still burning
rejecting
can’t see you, or feel you
with that growth in my gut

I could stare at a setting sun like a dull wall

spirits having flown into the hardened ground
an earlier burial
let me live
should I suffer who would mind
not me

my grave was long ago dug
let me just sing above it and not below
another night


2.26.21

We're all gonna die...why can't I live?
Cures for depression not the right fit...but what's another pill down?
March 5, 2021 at 12:14am
March 5, 2021 at 12:14am
#1005839
Soon Ancient

Notes to myself
Remembered --
Written
And unread
         Soon Ancient
Pieces of my mind
Scraps scrawled --
Ink and graphite
Barely discernible

Less understood

Eroding by oceans
         Soon Ancient
Serendipitously revealed
To the groggy head
Draining blood
From an organ to stain memory
In the ever present

Soon ancient

3.1.21
March 5, 2021 at 12:11am
March 5, 2021 at 12:11am
#1005838
Another Day

A heart regulated by sound spun
Beneath a needle plying vinyl
         Skating through grooves
Vibrated life into near-dead flesh

The narrow red railways soft
Beneath a hammer hovering glass
                   Sailed through waves
Splashing life into near-dead flesh

The wide blue byways crush
Beneath a body plying cotton
         Still through night
Praying life into near-dead flesh

The hollow black nothingness thin
As a vapor before sunrise
                   Revealed
Just another day to replay

3.2.21


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