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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, a slow burn now. Life is full of misdirects right back to the start, you still quest with a thirst. If they take time to notice, must be doing something right. Life of turmoil produces stuff like this. Not going to call it beautiful agony…it gets a bit uglier. Minced words too pungent. scripturam in hoc non mutamus, quia stultus es et differentiam nescies. hic honor, quem accepistis, non est operae pretium, sicut non est bonum.  si hoc legere potes, gratiarum actio pro tempore. The beautiful mess you made. | Without knowledge, who’s to judge? | No gavel; no voice. I had a lover's quarrel with the world - Robert Frost | I'm sorry you got caught in the middle. - me *Neurodivergent poet. *I yearn to love without that fart in the room. *Honesty without mincing words. *Stay clear of those surrounded by rules. *Real dialogue accepted. Diagnosed with new disabilities in 2020: On the spectrum/ADHD (it gets complicated by PTSD and brain trauma). Been suggested by doctors I might want another brain scan. As it is: 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, find boundaries, no clue why, 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. 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 t the next boob that walks by.  Been more than I could imagine or expect. My achievements aren’t going on a LinkedIn wall. I dig deeper than I should, push boundaries. Aimless words, brave or veiled cowardice, flinchingly flung, inadvertently hit targets. Get a ‘back off’ shoulder shot when asking your motivations to write. No prize to eye; not incentivized. Dealt the worst two cards before the flop, do the best with what you got. My Pluggers: You are an icon here. You suffer, but you suffer brilliantly. Wow, what a great writer.{/blue}  It’s like plugging myself, but using other people’s (reviewers) words…Review of "Epigram ‘n Aphorism Samwiches"  Your poetic muse is on 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.  Published four times with one a literary journal, including…  "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.   ![Merit Badge in Taboo Words
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No specific aim going forward (2014) ▼  Now: I was such a whore.  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.    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 ▼ |
| I learned about back-handed compliments from my sister-in-law when I was 18 and have never taken offense to them. While she thought she was being clever, it was low-brow in my objective estimation. In fact, I'm complimented that someone would take the time the needle me or shove something in my back. I can't die from something I pay no attention to, except be bemused by their pettiness. It's unfortunate that some people are wired that way. When they do it with a purpose, I wonder their end game. I am vigilant. I can riff off of it. I have other things that take up this space between my ears. By the way, it wasn't with a candlestick in the study or anything. What? |
| To say: I didn't know I was starving until I tasted you says to me you've cultivated an addiction to something Sure, I like sweet candy Give me chocolate make it ice cream with an accoutrement of devilish incorporating flavors manufactured by factories that produce jobs, profits and diabetes if you don't watch out If we can't get enough of something, shouldn't we walk away, try something else try moderation, lest we cash-fuel these desires rationalize because people need work to pay for their own vices Have you tried liquor? It's quicker. 8.29.21 Get fat and die, you ignorant bastard! No, that was a wake up call. Set it to something more pleasant, smooth and tasty, while sugar makes you it's bitch. Blech! Diet cola? We need a fix. I'll probably die of gum disease like Jim Henson, ironically. |
| Battle my own hurricanes and floods daily. But none claim to see them because life is a sunny day on their side from that sunny perspective. Lilies leap from lions' mouths. Weeds wither within the octopus' grasp in calm green and good brown wood, damped by light rain. Lingering leaves take a tumble, dry and crumble like me, matted to the side of this edifice. Wonder how long before someone notices I'm stuck to the stucco for years. Might not be catastrophes to you. But if you bend low, look into deep recesses, a weathered one is clinging desperately. And with two fingers, could spare me in this dehydrating, lingering season. 8.29.21 Think about others? Hmm. While I'm stuck here? Might result in freeing tears. Though, I wonder why I would weep alone when none weep for me? Not bitter. Confused how we need to visualize one another's storms to prove we are worthy of acceptance like love before dying. I can re-attune when I have time to stomach all I consume that abounds. Spare me pity like the tar re-applying me to this house I'm affixed. That dude has a bad attitude, because...? I think I'd make a good agnostic, if I didn't believe, ironically, in that approach. I would never take away from others what they feel as sorrow or happiness. I would, however, like to educate the ignorant to openly listen, if their emotions would allow objectivity. The pretty colors of the paint applied might be bright, but the image is a dour depiction of a condition we all live with but some choose to ignore in favor of pastels. Maybe, my opinion is not fully (in)formed. Still working on that. I might run out of time. There's always the prescription pads and ink to fill pens with signatories and pharmacies to complete our transactions, to enlighten or desensitize as needed these conditions that inform our emotions. Why do I bother to write? I'm tunneling through darkness for hints of light. My eyes tell me misdirect and I dive deep again, time after time. |
| He crushed my heart with a rock on our hot sidewalk when I was too young to withhold every ounce of my love seeping into those cracks to live with the ants, grubs and earthworms who returned season after season to show me renewal was possible. But that heavy purge was real as I linger in the sunny places drained, ready to turn heel when stones or sticks could be flung. I wish I had the courage to overcome hatred from the misunderstood young. Pelt me, if you must. I'll try not let this purulent blood run. 8.28.21 Thinking about the first cut is the deepest, while writing to song. |
| Another Season I'm going to witness In my windowed sideline The aging season, Feel the breath leave this air, Regret another summer Poorly devised, not executed, The dread of packing it in. To do, to do, to do, Undone. Like a Poe mortician, Seal off duties unfinished, Consume a cask of something, Brick myself in this dank place, Close those walls up. Beauty missed, lest I run amok spying all That I can take in -- Some quest to drink youth dying, Fill my eyes, fill my head In a bucket with scrawled list. Do this, do that, do all Before the dawn arrives, Or bury me with a pile. Though, I won't be whisked off, Merrily tumbling on invisible tides, But guttered to the corner, By the intersection Where I'm stuck hoping Some poignant serendipity Spares me from regret of yet Another season wasted. Now come over here and cover me white so I can sleep another endless night. 8.28.21 Nothing could prepare me but a mirror to the past and what good is that? |
| Time Running Out (Self-Applied Ageism) There's this feeling I should face the mirror, accept my lot -- wasted. (Whenever I have passionate feelings like young love) I desire to reveal hidden in this failing structure, flowing words...but that river runs out with a flick. Dim light glows above the vanity, won't lie (anymore) to caverned eyes scanning and perceiving the unwanted, disheveled, unrepairable, long face. Running it back: Time Running Out Like Ageism There's this feeling I should face the mirror, accept my lot in life -- that I wasted it. (Whenever I have passionate feelings akin to a young lover that I want to reveal in structured, yet flowing words...but that river runs out with a flick, dim light glows (douses daydreams) above the vanity, won't lie to caverned eyes scanning and perceiving the disheveled, unrepairable, long face.) Revisit: Dated. Living with flames from my past, in this stove burning hotter, more intense, destroying the flippant molecules collecting in thinning air surrounding a house soon to become cinder, when it should ignite with the kerosene it lacks. I can't be a lantern. Words echo memories of reflections of the little fireflies and moths that lingered before the grave, shallow image appeared in a dull mirror to haunt me daily after I wake. Guess, I'm getting up to clutch sharpened graphite. 8.28.21 Perfect specimen inside a walking corpse with love to unveil. |
| Weirdly inspiring... My wife wonders where I find all my music Prefer rare and obscur...and yet: |
| sunny wisdom seeps between hairy branches coming into focus through this smeary glass dull day oozing through crusty images obstructed view thick heat rises up from glistening green having received nature's early donations a disheartening vision scanning across a dry intersection focus on their cottages divided, quiet as yet when will we all wake up to greet another unremarkable day on this street with similar views out windows and wonder how to waste yet another day in lonely captivity? 8.24.21 i must care about writing again, because I'm adding punctuation (one way to gauge my mood)...but not add a line count because I don't care to prepare these words for judges now, or anymore (but Brian, how will your community recognition total ever climb? )got to stop writing to music videos and get ready for another day of toil (reality)...not what the judges want to hear...next... |
| I'm just going to go with this thought: I'm like that monster that doesn't know it's a monster until it gets a hint from the view in other's eyes. If they're not running from his countenance, they're hurling rocks, prepared to fight with a fire he doesn't bring. This man without a true mirror, who just feels, then acts, with his heart, stands alone in your cobblestone streets longing. Are there scars upon my face that I cannot see, or do I ignore what is as plain as the cliché appendage? Your fires reflect in these dull pupils. Your heat singes tender skin, blistered and ravaged by wounds of words I neglectfully cast, come back. Wounded in your town square, surrounded by visions of you not there, I sit upon the fountain's edge yearning the knowledge to understand why am I a monster, again? 8.24.21 What's more crude than a monster, those who would apply labels? That was too easy. Wrote in less than half the blogged song's time (longer to edit). Godless, again. Thanks Dandy's... |
| The red Yeti fumbled, tumbled, sprung from the headboard, releasing a gusher from its top. Pepsi and spiced rum spewed a geyser in free fall into a steam punk hat laying atop the stove top Abe Lincoln lid on the carpet beside his nightstand. He longed for a refill more than a rag and detergent to scrub the scene of wasted inspirant, concocted earlier above the kitchen sink in dim, happy fluorescence. 8.21/22.22 Completely random and separate: &?@!#%&! Programmers And Random-nality Explained (Computers Cheat At Cards!) -- The computer’s skill level was determined by giving itself better hands than its human opponent. I apparently made up inspirant and wanted to include aspirant, though it will take a revisit to consider this. |
| Can I build a metaphor for box springs? You lay it on the frame to receive the burden of comfort, mattress your master lays upon, pillow talks with. The grunt beneath speaks with dust bunnies, asks the child’s monsters be reasonable, covets the forgotten, lost troves daily unwitnessed, tucked away until the dread loneliness of cleaning day and a mattress flip. The dark and lonely domain is an underworld of under-appreciated castoffs from Eden by a cruel god who will hear no complaining of the strength it takes to hold all and receive no love stuck, devoted as each mattress sags, replaced for one more ample to get through the long nights. 8.22.21 maybe not while personified, drawing parallels to personal experience, akin to the doormat |
| Write To This When I can't self-subscribe I dive into a world not my own to imagine myself in this space Walk away from that race When I can't get a handle into a life that doesn't jibe I visualize an aura glowing where my words get flowing Why won't they realize my eyes hold dreams they'll want to see to imagine a space together walk away from this forever What will it take to get comfortable in this happy, shiny bubble? Your grooves where I try fit where I want to get lit? Your song fades away... this pale look on my face... 8.20.21 just something I wrote on the fly... Track two? |
| All the beautiful words collected in your basket, off you journey, handing fistfuls of glory to an elderly man in the park, partaking in final Autumn, to a child mastering chalk lines on cracked pavement, to a young couple nuzzling beneath a spying oak, to Earth, scattered on a dutiful, green lawn we all walk upon, wondering the meaning of all this. The sun glares down where the girl spills her own life beneath murksome reeds edging a film-green pond. The basket tumbles down the hill to meet my hand, trying to understand life's cruelty. Explain, why am I alone in this final Autumn. 8.17.21 10.1.22 edit written to Godless by The Dandy Warhols |
| She would say how beautiful a sunset with our forest on fire. 8.17.21 |
| Some float down as if from heaven, twirling, mating with the air, bouncing on the invisible mattress, slow spin back and forth to meet a calm green scene fading, present to onlookers like me. Some tumble through like wild gymnasts frolicking, colliding with hard earth, dancing about obstacles on their course, hyper join a swarm of mates to meet a village of cloistered inhabitants fading, appear before bystanders like me. Some take their time, as if mother won't let them mature, hanging lonely, a child absent after recess crying for a purpose in this late season, fear natural selection to pluck them from despair, cloy for her arm, hide in her nest, never to meet true heaven on earth, feed sorrowful eyes of witnesses like me who long to join you, and you, or you, but serve this perch by the window, now or for eternity. A dull heart fears go out to play, as if some final day leaves, in life viewed this way. 8.15.21 Cued up a song, thinking I'd blog about a basketball life at the YMCA and was disturbed by other thoughts, also cued up and ready to roll. |
| Weight so heavy cripples Inertia on this floor smooth linoleum comfort No argument here Face flat on a cool surface by the door locked Dust collects on skin less like flesh Never bother get up Always feel a cool surface a dry stream purge Carry me down this alley avenue A hollow heart grinds blood Hollow head grinds grist of thought slowing beneath a table shadowed covered surrounded by empty chairs a wide kitchen hush lost village a ghost town Me and dust Tumblers fumble The dull door unseals Through that portal all lost to another time Stand sober Crumbs wipe away Excuses to be made? Why? Just, why? fantasize in such a primitive place where no one else can see me? Though where I wish be found before primordial decay 8.12.21/8.14.21 edit 52 lines, too long, too unstructured for any contest I know of. It started with six lines re-edited into oblivion and taken over by an imagination that tends to get lost while seeking its way before sobering reality sets in. Or, I might just be talking out of my ass, as they say. Ever just laid on the hard floor for a temperate place to let the mind wander away from reality? You can't think like me until you're willing to let your face lay with the dust bunnies. |
| Should I be bitter? I'm a mix. It's more interesting. You cannot cultivate a taste as I offer the core of me, sliced, yet not bleeding out. 7 Should I be scarred? I have a remarkable body, more interesting than the pale flesh next to me blathering about the weather, the ball score, some political rant none of us have a hand in. 8 Should I be vexed? Not at your disinterest, though I'm curious what makes you tick, tick, tick. When, do you go boom!? Will your remains be strewn in bed, in your car, at your desk where you're chained nine to five?? 9 Wait, shouldn't I be asking the questions? No time for contemplation about that. I'm about to take another bath, lather myself in this vat, remove dull oil and tar of an ordinary world, sip my weight in gin mixed with something sweet. Cherried stems top my treat. 10 Guess I'm done. 1 8.5.21 34+1, if we need to keep track. just rambling now. Though, I think an attempt at social commentary about my newest rant about illiteracy that abounds in a community that proposes what? be ignorant?? |
| No one eats cheese as old as me. If I were wine, too precious to uncork. I'm not even allowed on a shelf, locked away in a cellar with no temperature variance outside 52 to 55. You would think I'd be eyed by all the lovers and dreamers of special concoctions like me that took their time to age, bitter yet sweet, though not tempting enough for all the passersby who barely get a hint of what I'm eminating. Reflecting, deflecting in the dark in the corner, in my purgatorium/cemetarium, wax me, cork me, full of life's scintillating nostalgia, but, oh no, not for you who dines with store-bought cheddar, aged 90 days in resealable cellophane, sipping a glass of twist top Moscato plied from a pulpy bath at an industrial vineyard. I'll age a little longer, inhale some of what I'm breathing, as I cozy up to dark, bourbon mash. Enjoy your microwave corndogs! 8.5.21 Hmm, ageism? Not so much in this community, me thinks. Yes, I made that word up: http://ninjawords.com/Cemetarium Pinterest it like Lou: https://www.pinterest.com/louhellbaby/cemetarium/ Where are you, Bethany? You should be reading me. |
I make no apologies For my humanness When under duress To find a fit in what Always feels like a new place. Faces I can’t see, Let alone envision, Never materialize before My wondering eyes. As I bumble around, Step on your shoes, I’m making every possible mistake, Shunned by some who Don’t know the first thing About compassion for a fool. With perceptions so long In the making, Can’t gravitate, elevate without This awkward rambling. Aiming for clarity, purity, Feigning perfection, I'm lonely, rejected because I Cannot assimilate. 8.4.21 |
| Are you real? just like the images that arrived before your appearance, now standing by my arm? so near my flesh, my heart? How could I ever imagine you? materialized? in this scope where I look out? seek you? A thousand puzzle pieces could not assemble a vision so pure, so real, forcing me not to believe what is real — the flesh of you, so near a cavern echoing, filled with your multiplying voices, calling so near my beating existence. A river of blood absorbs your impactful light. Let me take a moment to breathe, as if my first inhale of the most premium air. Let this be my life beginning again. Are you real? or imagined, like the poem? 8.2.21 xx lines, x verse Written to Pink duet (aloof on title, they all sound the same), half dreaming if ever to meet a celebrity like her, how we would communicate, knowing it would be difficult to impress upon someone so in demand. You would have to openly declare this, why they would have the feintest interest to commune with words I could share. Since I'm making stuff up, I should write fiction and get paid. My net worth is not in a well stocked cache of managed funds/accounts but in a heart devoid of the true appreciation of just one who fully gets me. |
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