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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

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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.

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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 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*
             



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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.

#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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May 11, 2024 at 10:22pm
May 11, 2024 at 10:22pm
#1070944
I haven’t worked out all the tpyos

Impulse Control

One minute I’m trying to do something,
the next minute I’m trying to do something,
and it just goes on like that.

One time, I realized I was in the moment.
So, I looked around to see if I had found God,
wandered and got lost,
and haven’t found my way back since.

I’ll get a selfie if it happens again,
record the moment.

What? I should just remain still and enjoy it,
let it wash over me like a shower?
Gee, I hope it’s not someplace cold or public.
No one wants to see me naked.

Nirvana would be nice, though,
if Kurt Cobain wasn’t dead.

I had two thoughts at the same time once.
They refused to collaborate.

I get why dogs chase postal employees
or squirrels, and cars.
But what’s the deal with them hating cats?
I think it’s the other way around,

because cats probably prefer the Foo Fighters.
*Think* (book title idea: Dogs Jam With Nirvana…)

How’s it going Dave Grahl.
Sad when NBC replaced your song.
Then brought it back, but too late.
Ed was never the same again.

I think when we find love
the world ends, fades to black.
Ed knows what I’m talking about.
Dogs, too. They like the Police.

Always in pursuit.

Hey Sting, or are you Stung now?
To do do do. Ta da da da.
That’s all I wanted to say.

Is there a lyric to dummy translator on Google,
or the other away around?
I need to fix my poem.
I’ll edit later.

What a minute.
There’s a dog staring at me.
The cat is looking at me like:
just don’t do it.
Or, it went to sleep. Can’t tell.

Oh well, another epiphany
is around the corner.
Just don’t want to get caught
with my pants down.

I’m getting better
with navigating the sharp corners,
even when eye
don’t see them coming.

I should have ended well before


5.1.24
What’s the line limit, Kenneth? (think I just got hit with something)
Rather, 53.
For actuarial Porpoises.

Something I worked up, since a thought.
I like the Eagles Of Death Metal now,
or yesterday.
What’s today?

You can’t just write something with line breaks
and call it poetry?
Poetry is in motion
always, somewhere.
Think it’s Physics.
Einstein could
probably
work out the math to prove
the Big Bang offspring of my mind
as more than theory
or my relative.

Can I stop now?
Only 23 hours and fifty minutes left, when it continues again.
You get in my head and see why I’m a flake.
But not a snowflake.
I think people don’t like those.
Gets too heavy to shovel
like these words,
prose poetry?
Nap.
Cat?

P.S., you know what takes longer than coming up with this?
ML Writing

Should I add color, italics, dropnotes?
My iPad just shuddered, or my forefinger. Can’t tell which.
Probably conspiring against me.
At least I have the cloud.
I think it’s going to rain.
Good God, man!
I think that means…(digitalis interuptus veritas)

If I separate my body from my head,
what do you think spills out?
Blood. It’s blood. Right? More — words? No, blood. Final answer.
I feel good about this. Sorry, sorry. I’m going.

He blessed me with my wife of 29 years this summer.

Okay, it took 20 minutes. ML less than five.
Will I get my life back?
Sleep??

How’s my run-ons, Mom?
She wasn’t listening. Guess I’ll just have to repeat…


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