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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, slow burnt. Full of misdirects, right back at the start, but still quest with thirst.

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

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

(hic)

The beautiful mess you made:
I had a lover's quarrel with the world - Robert Frost

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

Neurodivergent poet seeks love without that fart in the room between us. Honesty without mincing words has come with a price for those juggling the hot my takes on what’s ‘truth’ (here’s some oven mitts). Best to stay clear of those surrounded by moat rules.

Real dialogue is accepted.

Wasn’t as open at first about recent diagnosis on spectrum with ADHD (complicated by PTSD, life of brain traumas). Been suggested by doctors of late I might want another brain scan (since 12/4/17…blogged).

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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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

BOOK
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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.

#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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July 7, 2021 at 1:52pm
July 7, 2021 at 1:52pm
#1013248
Shooting Arrows In The Dark

I spend all day collecting targets --
prey for my instinctive arrows,
honed but hollow.
I toil, spy from the backdrop --
camouflage and build a dream of capture
before sunset.
When distracted, too late,
dark shrouds cloak my head.

In my little hide away,
ears keen, nose clean, I think --
check traps, wind my way
through this scene, and soon after go
clumsily through thick woods --
pitched dark, black
before I'm lost.

Shooting arrows in the dark,
in this theater,
purposed, resilient,
adds no kill -- maims a toe or two,
blisters the adjoining fingers to a savage construct,
weaponized mind -- aiming to become
more practiced when real game comes.



7.6.21
7.8.21 edit
July 7, 2021 at 1:49pm
July 7, 2021 at 1:49pm
#1013247
the daze of recirculation

a dusty box fan
in wood-wrapped, single pane window
set my mind numb.
humid air churned
amid an uneven hummm-hummmm.
a hideous, green-paneled,
eight by eight dungeon hid
spackled, dull-yellow walls.
cracks and chipped paint lingered
like me, unexposed.
an ancient brotherhood scaled, explored
deep within four corners
before i took residence.

in my metal bunk, the eldest
of the remaining brood, i surfed
from on top. the warmest, stale air inhaled
under thin, musty, attic-retrieved blankets,
freed of mildew by bony hands
that operated her wringer-washer.

summers seemed viewed in a shaded cave
with a mono turntable crustily spinning
hand-me-down vinyl,
45s by Beach Boys, Doo Woppers
and the man who repeatedly wailed 'Dang Me'.

i'm awake in a new, ivory tower
with King-size bed. lofty pine peer in
at me in all this luxury.
she removed the down comforter, as
a/c hums tighter, quieter,
in a sleek, double-pane window,
clinging to frame,
setting sixty-four.

this body readies for a misty, post-
thunderstorm, july afternoon.
nuzzled, less like the coiled,
breathing fur piles, on a hypo-allergenic
down pillow -- nap away an idle life,
as yet to sync as harmonious as
a sturdy, steel-framed box fan
pulverizing intrusive childhood air.

can’t sleep.
i miss my old cell.



7.5.21
7.8.21 edit

can't decide on titles, as usual.

Intimacy
"Typing in lowercase signals familiarity. It says: “We know each other and don’t need to be fancy.” Lowercase text can read as honest, unedited, and approaching something like a stream of consciousness — more like actual speech."

https://www.thecut.com/2019/02/reasons-to-type-in-lowercase.html


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