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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, 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  . 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.  You suffer, but you suffer brilliantly. Wow, what a great writer.  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!  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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| Was tinkering with a poetry entry when we found the wall…deadline passed. Laying out the junk parts…when coffee and medication are; invalid the dark recesses again. Let’s see what walks out and Rubics this mess into a functional structure. Mess… Words: doubt struggle expectation internal light battle darkness lurking Doubt dubious assumptions, dubious data or dubious conclusions, with rhetoric, whitewashing, and deception playing their accustomed roles. Struggle mine: Four and a Half Years [of Struggle] Against Lies, Stupidity and Cowardice. Expectation do the math, it doesn’t equate, hypothetical, theoretic, thousands of failed test runs In quantum mechanics, the expectation value is the probabilistic expected value of the result (measurement) of an experiment. It can be thought of as an average of all the possible outcomes of a measurement as weighted by their likelihood, and as such it is not the most probable value of a measurement; indeed the expectation value may have zero probability of occurring (e.g. measurements which can only yield integer values may have a non-integer mean). It is a fundamental concept in all areas of quantum physics. Sources https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Expectation_value_(quantum_mechanics) Internal struggle https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cognitive_dissonance Ponder this… Does Pascal’s Triangle love a Fibonacci Sequence? Rhetorical. Also, in quantum mechanics, there are probabilistic aspects, but probabilities based on mathematical principles and can be calculated using the theory. While the outcomes are uncertain on a specific measurement level, there's a level of predictability in terms of probabilities. Compare it to the arrival of the sun in the morning and the amount of rain falling is a good way to think about it. The arrival of the sun is highly predictable, while the amount of rain falling can be less predictable and influenced by various factors. Quantum mechanics falls somewhere in between, with predictability based on probabilities and mathematical principles, but still allows for a degree of uncertainty at the individual measurement level. 10.27.23 add I’ll never put this together…take a bigger bite, Brian |
| While the world was sleeping in July, I wrote this… My Nightly House Manager Turn Down Services Not Included He helps me to bed. Squelched squawks (like a hen caught by the farmer) demonstrate how to walk down the hall after him. If not convincing, rolls back to the top of the stairs, waits for attention, and strolls back after more crowing. Hauled to the vanity, he makes certain my teeth get clean — hops on the counter, humming like a large mother hen. A mini mountain lion leans, shoulders into my elbow — which lifts with hand and brush to apply paste, before errant guidance resultantly hits my face. In his element, plump squatting contentedly half-lidded eyes meditate. By the free-standing, metal towel rack, his whiskers rub every corner of every angle of every shape in sight, as I hold arms high, avoid baking soda stains on my tee. Then it’s off to bed with him and me. He waits ‘til I roll in, checks in on her side — straight cannonballs up with legs so short he near belly flops. A grunt expulses air from that Macy balloon frame, tethered by gravity. Heavy paws navigate the comforter, the woman who’s used to it — undisturbed by his vacuum canister chest humming best as he saunters over, smells my hand (not trusting vision foremost) and flops against my, as yet situated, torso. Approved, checked off the nightly to do list, he’ll ‘rooster’ again at morn before REM complete. Why an alarm clock? Should have been a farmer. 7.7.23/9.8.23 |
Please Take Me Home Song by The Bird and the Bee Lost on an island with some joker who just jokes Incessantly And some singer won't stop singing, is it her or is it Save me, save me, save me From the wicked things I see Take me, take me, take me To a place I'd rather be Please, will you take me? Home Will you take me? I don't even know if I'd even know the way without you Now Will you take me? Please Will you take me? There's too much to say but you'll say that I am much too Tired tonight Will you take me? Home Will you take me? Carry me inside, like I carry you, you carry me inside Will you take me home? Tell me how you missed me while you kiss me I've been gone for much too long Going crazy, making babies keeping house and singing Fill me, fill me, fill me With all the love I'd ever need Kill me, kill me, kill me I would kill myself to please you Please, will you take me? Home Will you take me? I don't even know if I'd even know the way without you Now Will you take me? Please Will you take me? There's too much to say but you'll say that I am much too Tired tonight Will you take me? Home Will you take me? Carry me inside, like I carry you, you carry me inside Will you take me home? 9.4.23 Why am I always the woman in these songs? Victimized and Gaslit I don’t control the narrative, so I write. So, strangers will know. And when I get to know them, tables turn. It’s me on the other side, again, as they’re spinning, spinning, spinning spinning, spinning, spinning Not my hamster wheel… Not my… It does feel like I killed someone. The drama queen puts the revolver in my hand. |
Then, I just stop Ask myself How? Why, Why am I in this place, Halo off my face? Shame, disgrace Such an odd bird To fly in your coop. Feathers fly. Why? How? I did not try. I don’t know… I just stop, Look at the door That greeted me, Spinning Like a turnstile. Only sidelong glances. Not a smile. So, I roost For awhile. You’re polite Not to show me that door, Take in your welcome mat. I’m no dove, Though I seek, seek… Peace in this habitué, Where I see dark, Not a face Of any of you. I settle in more. Cool, firm Resting spot That I got, That I build up. You steer the others away, ‘He’s not the one’ I imagine you’d say. Wasn’t meant to be. I’m afoul fowl, Clueless rebel I didn’t need to be. If I hadn’t flown Right through that door, Such a clod, Head like a woodpecker, Hammering holes With my face, Gleefully ‘Til I’m tired…nap… Just kill me in my sleep Kill me, kill me Can’t you see, see? Don’t know what I’m doing. I got a clue I got the blues. But it wasn’t from you. Thanks For putting up With an odd duck. Dumb luck To struggle this way Through life, biding time. 9.4.23 Don’t need love. Don’t want pity. Just seek purpose. Trying to write/share a poem a day. Not plugging tho. Like the wind, I lie, because I change my mind. I know how it makes you feel, but this constant doesn’t run through you, fitful constantly. Poem begins in the middle of something longer, ongoing 10.27.23 |
| Your sanctuary waits, leans, tilting, guided by gravity yearning fresh meat. eyeing the ground — weathered, neglected haven, a comfy hovel you once called home nearer to hell. proudly, ‘I came from there’, no longer its caretaker, you abandon. ignorant of a hovel made of good wood… made no sound, you say, when it hit. flattened and you contest faultless, blameless. fool, that was your home. where do you fly to now, bare your brave breast among feathered kin? 9.3.23 Something I started when I noted the four-hole birdhouse on leaning pole, bashed by high winds, now uninhabitable. Compared it to ideals of man versus his roots and how we claim the best parts of something but don’t unite to save that community before too late — nearer to dystopian reality. Birds don’t live on the ground, usually. People aren’t usually hypocrites. They’re ironically ignorant without contemplation. |
| Into The Dark I Divide Dark, sandy camp trail, light shaken, cells fading, looking for roots, avoid another stick in my crock like the last. Awkward shaking, not a flamingo, flinging it out. I reach the big tree that equally tines journey to the bathhouse. Lean left on pivot; do I go right? Nearing, I know, let earth and nearest foot decide fate, direction I arrive. Wonder next, when automatic lights come on. Mind hesitates, body compelled by the adult, keeps moving through unlit particles. I need to know destiny, cheat a little, get one step ahead, win at life. Each path a game, just like the hearing test waiting for that sound to repeat — softer this time. Was it heard over the ringing? Do I say “yes” each time I think I’ve identified true sound? or is it the ringing trying to mimic the last tone? You learn not to hesitate as you go through life. The hearing test jangles nerves from not getting it right, though I know, I have to give in to loss as much as I do to the night. Into the dark I’ll arrive. 9.2.23 Sometimes, things occur to me when I have to take a leak in the dark. |
| So very me now, lyrically, expressively. I make misery beautiful, lyrical, unless it’s a ‘real’ day. My Life To Play With I’m life, I’m the dream. Peaches…cream… Something is Peachy keen From dark ages into black night Humanity arrived, Replaced mid-night Oh sun, oh sun … Never more Pull the shade from those eyes Turn the other way There, there it is Your sunrise, Stoopid Slap my head I was nearly dead And now dawn and Yawn…what next? Turn back the other way Scream at night Anger not fright Why are you at my back! Not dumb For someone to know What lays hidden Sun blinds you. 9.2.23 It’s about wasting time and not opening our eyes to what we should realize. Also, not blame the night. “…touches on themes of delusion and ignoring the truth, particularly in the beginning where it mentions "Peaches…cream… Something is Peachy keen." This could be seen as an initial sense of contentment or complacency. However, as the poem progresses, it hints at a realization or awakening, suggesting that the speaker was perhaps deluded or oblivious to certain truths before. The lines about the sun blinding and what lays hidden may imply that the speaker has come to see things more clearly, recognizing that they were previously in a state of ignorance or denial. It can be interpreted as a journey from ignorance to enlightenment. The ending conveys a sense of realization and questioning. The lines "Not dumb, for someone to know, what lays hidden, Sun blinds you" suggest that the speaker has become aware of something previously obscured by the brightness of the sun. It could be interpreted as a metaphor for gaining insight, understanding, or self-awareness. The use of "Sun blinds you" might imply that excessive focus on the superficial or the obvious can obscure deeper truths or realities. It invites the reader to reflect on what might be concealed beneath the surface.” Previously: All haters can go stand in my shade…eyes at my back just need to encourage, brave a heart that lacks. |
| Old But New Poems Week… The Wall Called You It’s just me playing handball against the wall called you. I throw at a brick facade. It bounces back to me. You’d think I’d get tired of it/Some sort of game. Should’ve realized you don’t have arms for game I hurl. Really not the wall’s fault it’s no fun. 8.15.23 From… Poems Undelivered: On my phone, never sent, now…here |
| And yet… Orpheus was so desperate that he did not even try to repulse their advances. The women killed him, cut his body into pieces and threw them and his lyre into a river. It is said that his head and his lyre floated downriver to the island of Lesvos. There the Muses found them and gave Orpheus a proper burial ceremony. …he still sings. ~ Orpheus’s Echo Pleasure knows no pain in a boiling pot — Echoes a steel drum hot Flesh can bleed — flow the Ganges — I lose my head; tendril chords once heard vibrate not. No dread. Is Orpheus contained not but spirit? Pleasure knows no pain when it’s boiling hot. I made this up on the spot. Not a lot to do but sing 🎵 sing 🎵 🎵 sing 🎵 to the likes of you. We’re all lonely. Live simple, none phony. Let my notes 🎵 🎵 🎵 soothe what ails ya. 8.19.23 https://www.greeka.com/greece-myths/orpheus-eurydice/ https://www.prestomusic.com/classical/products/9464365--orpheus-echo-a-caroligni... There’s an Echo in this room, too. Fast, she approaches. Some hurt because they live with pain. Some know they’ve been lead to slaughter sing anyway with a smile not painted on…hold on…it’s coming *grin*  |
| Real men don't pick rose hips they would and they could as you know by know Neanderthal that we would resort to anything could name call or meet violence at the last possible moment cornered and then you will see what a real man does not to generalize as i grasp each tall branch growing skyward toward my roof eaves, pull down pluck the orangest or pinkest hued bulbs smooth oval green butts brown -- kisses brittle, crumble in leather hands or through, where no preying neighborhood rodent has seen. because who would scale a twenty-foot tower of thorns but me, in my swim trunks, truly going commando, barefoot on a lush lawn, beneath shade of maple and crab tree. up a ladder to tip top. come inside, as i shuck them, boil into tea. have a cup with me. or keep sipping your flask of arsenic, rodent. that's fine you'll see. 8.18.23 working on. came to me while doing this. research, find out where seeds from whatever climbing rose bush this is come from. the rose hip? the tea thing will be? wondering if i've employed a split infinitive? hunting for that great white whale. probably in plain sight somewhere around here. moby i planted the bush shortly after we moved into this house. It nearly covers half the siding. I can't let anything go to waste. The rose hips now have caught my imagination. also, i hate men who act macho, manly, aggressive when they narrow-mindly cannot see that is only one aspect of what makes us true men. i was stereotyped in both classes. confused by people who wanted to sort and classify in me in one group or another. i now play tag and flashlight tag with a two-year old, fluffy black cat named Onyx. I want my family to take a video. He starts the game every night as I prepare for bed. we take turns running to and from, up, down and around our split level home. I'm careful not to step on him. My reflexes are slightly better. i truly enjoy connection to an arriving poem. i just can't fully deliver on statement with prose, lyrical, alliterate and the poetic devices employed, undisciplined, absence of truest aim to express with heaved arrow narrowly misses, hoping to connect with others who might read, relate. or not. i accept adversaries as well, as friends. it is all good. no harm can be done with civil discourse. some understand people who don't get what that is. |
| We all feel pain. We all believe in something...and that more than ever, we should be coming together to lift one another up, not tearing each other down. Oh, Google. You magnificent bastard. ADHer’s nightmare: Meaning of bang the drum slowly: In its elementals, "Bang the Drum Slowly" has two familiar themes. One is the story of the way a doomed man may spend his last best year on earth. The other is the story of how a quarrelsome group of raucous individualists is welded into an effective combat outfit. People also ask: What is bang the drum? What is the meaning of the song Bang the Drum All Day? Who wrote the song Bang the Drum Slowly? What happens in chapter 1 of Bang the Drum Slowly? What does beat the drum mean in slang? What is hitting the drum called? What is the most sampled drum of all time? What song has the greatest drum intro? What is the hardest drum song by Rush? What happened in chapter 1 of fudge a mania? What do drum beats mean to Native Americans? What is the saying about beating a dead horse? What does do not beat around the bush mean? Beating my head slowly against the table. 8.14.23 |
| inspired in my dark head strapped by two black cups dancing with words i only mutter to a lonely soul since absorbed by inner space my sanctum from ignorance notes drift lightly tightly seal me in dream in a hole inside my beleaguered brain whispering, rocking, 'don't go insane' don't let them see how you die from within without inspired in my division from the falling tides of a crest-capped sea rolling with words i am floating to all those surfaces since consumed by orbiting space their heaven of ignorance bars drop heavily tightly seal me in purgatory interdimensional inert plane inside my overstimulated brain whispering, rocking, 'don't go insane' don't let them see how you rot from within without without without love without those eyes without those extended hands without their painted rouge smiles i keep whispering alone into your phone love me love love a fool who thinks he knows what he's talking about in inner space, outer space under the seas and into the skies floating ever higher to every dry eye what was that? a noise me 8.14.23 didn't take the tone sought another dance, another time Charge admission to witness from sideline Fiasco |
| i don't want to speak to you you intimate to me disappointment i have been connected, attuned 99 percent of the time the one time i'm offline user error? repairable? I had though so I had worked on the glitches, bugs eating up my hard drive i'm on the curb on her yard it's my home, too i don't need to speak because you know wrong, unwillilng to admit fault because i might start to think i'm right, knew something my gas, you light inert? no explosion heard? that was implosion, inside my dear i don't go off, because i still love...can't love restricted by your judgment i don't want to act idle in the comfort of a sagging recliner no space to set back, and don't want to appear lazy nothing to do but rust and dream how sweet silence collapse the empty cave inside i don't desire nothingness it's what i do best since i can't go forward, sideways, back god forbid up, but down lots of space underground since i want to bury myself whenever you're around you trained all indifference, silence, mirror my face so i have to run to a mirror what do they see? I only wanted to know what was missing I only wanted to be good enough to be included unaccepting of a separatist nature of every walk in each world since i'm tired of writing this... 8.14.23 she resides in the bedroom down the hall my laptop hits the kitchen table today i dare you! make me remove it in this hovel we call(ed) home i'll be with my stuff in the grass if you need me extra layers needed with each new winter i do and don't know what i'm saying...perspective coming...glad the rest of you know your minds so well...instruct me, correct me, drop me on your corners, offerings for the junk men. |
| If You encourages a Kat with Milk It nervously Pisses all over The Place now Go get Your Broom and Properly Swat It before It Stalks something in Your rose bushes Litter Box 8.12.23 Self-preservationist revival a gamble, bumbled, mumbled Walking upright in and out A portal without greeting but surveilled becauseeee….what…? The stench of urine doesn’t come out, so your throw out the couch, but love an animal that is a fully-functional, educated human, capable of conversation… What Are Your Intentions, Hologram? *lazerblazterweaponzaimed* 8.12.23 Stat-driven Muse |
| most kats don’t live as long as the poster on your wall once did, but i did baby was your poster not taped up, tacked up but wall paper hang in a mausoleum there of sheet rock covered pixels adorned and glowing red, dry eyes dull, throb robbed devoid memory of a story i cannot preserve as a limb needed it is what? it is generally accepted but what?? we watch a frozen scene no fire department came cling baby encouraging? random? words. what it is is what is it? fit me for a neck tie before window-displaying a crypt to be buried alive in it tip toe around a kitten m(n)otion-suspended not a mew roar and they/it/you cover you? who?? this poem should be (never written) seventeen years long that’s not how we measure it It is a thing isn’t it detached unlike baby shot by an unfeeling professional photographer isn’t it cruelty to an animal to preserve an image of anxiety-riddled disaster framed, hung, still vying for affection with a few, tiny, harmless words pondering … it is what it is and how comforting it would be to know what is it pronouns, proper nouns, Introductions and… will you just take the damn kat down from the tree! me? you?? Who??? Jezus !! 8.12.23 a post-hypnotic, mid-morning meandering. caught up on mail. how to reply? should reply?? it (me) is what (it)? Is?? Fine. FINE. fine?? what? WHAT?!! I’m hard of hearing. why do i…. This couldn’t possibly make less/more sense? Factor: 12 it was simple(r), before the first/final edit. 2-Time WDC Quill Winner: Best Poetry Collection, 2020 and 2021. NOMINATED for 2022     
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Lyrics Look at the desperate man Clutching with broken hands Wondering how it ends Stumbling back and forth Looking to start a war I'm lucky he was a friend Wait Take me apart and I'll flow like water slowly fade I'm disappearing again He would've risked it all He wanted to heed the call This was the last attempt But as he turns to go A broken voice cuts through the cold "This ain't how it ends" Wait Take me apart and I'll flow like water slowly fade I'm disappearing again Time and space, there's never enough and I don't mind waiting for The day Everyone here will go mad Wait Take me apart and I'll flow like water slowly fade I'm disappearing again Time and space, there's never enough and I don't mind waiting for The day Everyone here will go mad I was the foolish man Living to fight again But dying to find the end |
| Let's try this one time... Lyrically... Rewire Feed me amphetamine my messy head needs a rewire boy I’m tired pretty please prescribe I’m not a seeker life is bleaker without the bright sunshine supplied by ten milligrams at a time but quit by five if I want to sleep tonight coffee helps tea's better I've learned for patience and a bright mind good vibes this really jibes man, I was so sad people didn’t get me -- still don’t it’s gonna take a while to rewire me write on that pad: amphetamine my inspiration tonight 7.27.23 |
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| Does something of worth know it is good without validation? desirable, this good, tied to dignity? meaning what, to whom? virtue is good? inside you. benefit? cost? take a pill, go to bed. it creeps beside you. Good. Good? 5/30/23 Edit 8/11/22 italics and extra title work |
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Here's to a world where we wouldn't have to keep reciting the words woven in your excellent poem [Link to Book Entry #1027990].](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/Kudos-Good_Things_Take_Time.gif)
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Thank you so much for your poem [Link to Book Entry #1026670]! Please don’t ever stop being you, both as a writer and a visionary of love!](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/genre-Gay_Lesbian-680.gif)
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Congratulations on being our Honorable Mention in March of 2022 at [Link To Item #2216416] !
Blessings, Sharmelle](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/group-Inspiring_Love_For_Poetry-2259846_14.gif)
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A work of art which did not begin in emotion is not art.
― Paul Cezanne
Thanks for your participation in my 'art' challenge via my notebook feed.
Keep on being inspired! *^*Bigsmile*^*](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/Kudos-Every_Moment_Matters.gif)
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Thank you for sharing it! It's genius.
9.27.22
