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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 had a lover's quarrel with the world - Robert Frost
         |
I'm sorry you got caught in the middle. - me


This poet’s words collect, arrange on a kaleidoscope spectrum. The experience of discovery through writing is the truest reward that has allowed me to grow and learn who/what I am — what other people get naturally, immediately, while I stomp around in it.

Been blessed, but pushing it — envelope, world and all inhabitants away. Push buttons, find boundaries to trip traps. No clue why cat curiosity, living in your dark. (Bored, perhaps?)

Now and then, push dirt out of this hole; someone/thing/entity might envision me how I need to be viewed (if I knew what that was). Cryptic, yes. Try living in my dark, find comfort amid strange, virtual, wonderful walls that tower above, tempt me to scale.

Been more than I could imagine or expect here. But, achievements aren’t going on a LinkedIn wall *Think*. I dig deeper than I should, often without forethought. Aimless words, brave or veiled cowardice, flinchingly flung, inadvertently hit targets? Get a ‘back off’ shoulder shot when asking your motivations here. Not fair?

No prize to eye; not incentivized. Dealt the worst two cards before the flop, do best with what’s in hand.



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

It’s like plugging myself, but using other people’s (reviewers) words…Review of "Poetic Referendum(s) On Life"
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.

*Toilet* *RibbonW* Merit Badge in Taboo Words [Click For More Info] Brian, Congratulations! You won 1st Place in Taboo Words with your fantastic poem, [Link to Book Entry #1027659]. I absolutely loved this! *^*Heart*^* Rachel Merit Badge in Poetry [Click For More Info] Thanks you for supporting the [Link To Item #power] with an order to the [Link To Item #powergifts] ! We appreciate it. *^*Heartv*^* Keep writing the beautiful poetry. [Link to Book Entry #1027659] is an awesome poem! *^*Starv*^* ~Lornda

 
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 ▼

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


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?
 

Mud 4 My Eye: Is that you, Poo? 💩 Secret Back Door ▼

The Best Poetry Collection on Writing.Com ▼
May 10, 2024 at 9:50pm
May 10, 2024 at 9:50pm
#1070885
Let’s see if I can finish this notion written in the truck …

Metal conformity
hones of brittle blade.
Grind on a Whet stone, tool,
implemented by butchers’ carving up the slaughter,
bullet brain heads severed, bodies relent blood. Separated hog
produces the desired cuts, packaged in neat paper taped shut.
Seal that fresh meat in your freezers moms, serve
to your hungry, craven children told
vegetables are better,

yet, harder to raise, process, package,
if not salted away, thawed in your careless microwave —
imploded and exploded protein with green-spear-shrapnel,
mother wipes all clean with rubber gloves and bleach.

Now, Go outside and play.
It’s a nice day,
after we’ve devoured thankless sacrifice,
the oinkless.

5.1.24 impetus
5.10.24, mostly structure, adding almost all of final two verses to include conclusion-producing title.

Tap-tap, tap-tap went the finger-poked tablet.
Reminder: trim nails.
May 10, 2024 at 8:13am
May 10, 2024 at 8:13am
#1070831
Unnecessary Burden

I am…like
fucking Atlas over here
shouldering a spinning, magnetic mass —
counterintuitive black hole rejector —
told stand aside, shut it, yet
my grimace draws judicious stares,
blinking sycophants,
angular posturing of the
‘I’m trying to get something done over here’,
adding audible groans, ready to instruct
how
to accept the obligated debt of a boulder
grinding my scalp daily,

while passersby shove, shoulder,
spat upon by those quick and dead, seem to have lived more — taxed more
(firmest grip of shared “reality”) —
than a carny fool who dares
be their spectacle-shadow, unable
to accept patronizing, proffered pity equal to contempt
on her scale —

sacrificial ineptitude, waste of a true immaculate embryo
to his wayward-sputtered seeds —
grow to bear this weight for no one I’ve ever met,
but they sidle, shuffle past without a look,
suckle-savor that plastic, white coffee dispenser,
it’s lingering steam blown out,
wisp of last harvested vintage processed,
from some Colombian hillside hauled across a treacherous divide,
to consume each brown beans’ last exhaust —

that earth consuming cup sinks our sea heavily,
jars my arthritic, osteo-vertebrae decay.

I have no choice.
What could those meek do, but
hope scripture true, pray to not join an aisle
from stiff-dead, wood pews audible ache, trail
to that bully’s pulpit in silent remorse.

Accumulated history of negative input
that would launch a thousand underworld vampires,
living off the degrading cells of my anatomy,
reconditioning,
sparked as your green mountain despiser of seasonal tidings,
find truer love in self-worth and yet prompted
like a socialist to serve some common…

not a storybook any child should recitate, not fake enough?

Swallowing a bilge of mixed apathy, concealed aggression,
convert into this new energy,
when I toss a dense rock. My hurl
does not aim, cannot consider your fate, but
the discard of sacrifice to the elitists who suck
mother’s teat, slobbering, ghoulish as a younger sibling
ready to gesticulate at anything as transgression,
hoard all snack … left with none.

5.6.24

and that’s where I ended

I consort with what I shouldn’t … and here I am.

Ignore the following (unworthy):

                   2-Time WDC Quill Winner: Best Poetry Collection, 2020 and 2021. NOMINATED for 2022!

For quill 2021 winners

BOOK
Poetic Referendum(s) On Life  (18+)
10k views, 2x BestPoetryCollection. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind
#1149750 by Brian K Compton


My feelings about awards documented long ago with early life struggles that manage to still manifest now.

Ego doesn’t preen now, but staunchly defends.

I check my reflection more than once daily, with the clearest reflection allowed amidst obstacles.


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