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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.
         |
Without knowledge, who’s to judge?
         |
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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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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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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May 27, 2019 at 9:02am
May 27, 2019 at 9:02am
#959707

Killdeer.
Why teach your babies cross this road
Before cars like that?
The wheels of destruction can be
Mindless, ruthless to such
Ignorant indifference --
Such daring for awkward babies who
Don’t know any better.
Or,
Are we all babies?
How do you expect to survive this
Mechanized world?
It could be one less thing to fear
That which we not confront.
Or,
do I not live because I dare not
Be trampled by something I can outrun?
Teach me
Like your nimble babies
Unless I’m not worthy -- paddle along
Paved intersections
Blackened deep by accelerated rubber
On purposed tar.

It’s long
Summer -- humidity rises
Before I can leave this bed.
Tall grass dries to sticks.
Until tomorrow
When we pass again my daring friend.
May 21, 2019 at 2:55pm
May 21, 2019 at 2:55pm
#959402

Life
Should want more
Could be more
But I'm looking at a sun dial
You cast your brilliance upon
Remind the idle
And the timekeeper
Shaded truth
One cannot possess

Seconds
Escaping fast
Minutes, hours, days and more
Are past

Future
Should want more
Could be more
While I stare at your clock
You cast burning rays upon
Remind the idle
And the timekeeper
It burns to linger
Alone

Bare
Nimble feet
Should seek immortal sand
To bury this burden

Help
Me forget
Why I'm still
As you fly past

Clouds
Could obscure
This
Clock.




Just playing with words while listening to Jefferson Starship
When I should be doing something else
Anything else while purging here

Song poem ended on...
May 18, 2019 at 8:09am
May 18, 2019 at 8:09am
#959183

The girl with dim, blue eyes wore matching shadow -- looked like she was leaking. Was that the affect? Not blended well, or maybe cheap, the stuff clotted like ink -- little beads burrowed ice caps in pale, shallow pores. Hiding freckles?
Made me think -- sprinkle flakes of glitter, dance in dark strobes, hideously melt heads into permanent salt. That could be an effect? I chose not look away. In fact, I felt no fear. I felt no pity. She put herself on display, while I composed these thoughts.



I am a fan of blue
But need look no further than a mirror
For what I see as a true reflection.

I still love you because I can say it while you choose
Indifference.
May 17, 2019 at 8:40am
May 17, 2019 at 8:40am
#959132

My bare light bulb burned out weeks ago and I have been sitting in the dark ever since.

There’s a twist to this story. It seems I’m the villain! I never saw that coming.

While accepting this mantle —
It’s a dubious award...but since no other distinction is forthcoming...sure,
why not make me your enemy. Now
go ignorantly into that alleged haunted abode and explore unusual noises.

Thank You.
Stepping off.
Would you prefer I leer as I part?
Not who I am
I’m not your sinister.
Go look in the mirror for the forming shapes.


A Seperate Thought, Connected...

What if there are no protagonists? It's just who is the bigger villain. Do we pity the weakest villain? Who are we to judge who's the bad guy? Is the reader the villain? The writer? The publisher?
We should broaden our scope. Really look around the room. Yeah, we're all villains in someone else's eyes and we want the other guy to pity us for being cast in that role.
It's like that glass houses thing.
Even villains do something righteous from time to time, help another, maybe see in others what we see in ourselves: a chance for redemption. But, we're all just fed through that machine, trying to be seen as good. Redemption is not coming...no. The longer the wait, the harder the villain becomes. Truly pity him...because it's really going to get ugly. He has no other options than to play his part.

Copy, paste
Revisit again
I'm sure
Another time
Life in glorious rewrite
Forever unfinished
Stop!

Never mind
I forgot
This ride
Makes no stops

Contempt
Resu...
Never mind.


File under: Moot Arguments and
similar stuff it's unhealthy to ponder
inevitably
May 5, 2019 at 2:44pm
May 5, 2019 at 2:44pm
#958274

You ever been a part of a group, a team, where everyone shuts you out? Limits your ability to contribute, be the best you can be? When the moment you make a misstep or do something that could be mischaracterized, there is someone on you about it, doesn't allow communication that could help you? Then, you get the feeling they just don't want you around. But, instead of trying to communicate it properly to you, they use their position to diminish you, force you to consider leaving the situation.

They can't or won't give you clear expectations, won't acknowledge or socialize with you. They might treat you as if you are an adversary, the opponent, when you really just desire to participate and be a part of something.

Are you forced to withdraw within yourself, put on a good face, avoid talking out of turn or criticizing for fear you give them further excuse to ostracize you, even when it is their inability to function as an inclusive, cohesive unit that could help everyone succeed?

Then why stick with it? Why not quit? Because they would get what they want. You have pride. Why not find a way to show them the errors of their ways? Be a part of the solution, instead of contributing to their problem. But, you are just one person.

Rise above it. Have the strength in your convictions. Feel sorry for them that they have to result to childish, bullyish, sociopathic manipulations and let the errors of their ways produce ultimate outcomes that will only unfavorably return to them, hopefully teaching them to be better people.


***The plot twist is the hidden meaning in the title.


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