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(RD)
Riddles No
Why persist in parley with a slug
A sewer being, always filing
Oh another, self-riling, sipping idiocy from jug
Consummate fool many times over, worsening as
You’re older, more shapely in vexation and tangible
Presentation
Too much truth, no need dig for a truth, it’s already on stage
Self-sentencing laid, beetle brain kindly conveyed, mud-witted twit
…..
But I step away, clouds and seas to see, that better blend with me
Something about this intersection seems more suiting, surprise
A character more the wise, and with more inviting eyes
I continue in conversation with SELF
Beneficial ballads, tell, not intention of sell, no presentation
No declaration, or silly stipulation, more order at border
(7-3-2026)
Telling Candle
Yes, another
Why am I not shocked
The rain tells more
Instead a remedial
Repeat
It’s Autumn, my syllables
Invade your street
And me, completely freed
Oh I’m speaking, so contradiction
So happy to know a devil can listen
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Words Take
Something reset, unknown
Didn’t see approach but it landed
Nothing into a database, just a missile hit
That’s fine, as I wrote on a napkin,
On a bench – Death can’t find me, only more life
DEVIL—
They see me walk with no tears, so I’ve done something wrong
Now this animal, different song, into varied Beats gone
Never hearing commands final and never your pawn, devil—
Nothing too intricate, their character not complicated
Come to my stage, with your six or however many pages
And be eviscerated. New mission, actuated.
Didn’t expect this reaction from me, return to a sharper carve
Of poetry. Nothing tilted about my platter devil, syllables in symmetry—
Take what you will, but I’m not walking timidly
Set strong and with stoic believability in my narration and immediacy
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Say Other Core
Alive how only
Check yell standards varied read
Recognizing dawn
Still working, and love being in the loft office.
Messaging my sweet Nurse. Now feeling more than empowered.
Invincible …
Troublesome, poetic, more verses, spoken words. Why the convention, or formality..
Me scribble with a drastic map and handled vanity.
The journal, only answer in this Now, or ever—
Make the Room and the disclosure better.
Have to laugh at it, but will that get me in trouble.
For the honesty.
For honored oddity, no cert or vert – they’ll only
call me rude and or curt.
Lean back in that chair, don’t smirk or scowl just assess-peer, glare
And you go where
>>>>>>>>
Interesting how the day evolves. Thinking this universe and whatever else for my most beatific poetic priestess goddess bewitching NURSE—
Hope I’m not annoying her, but I have to write TRUTH, ‘cause it seems to exist no where else.
LoFi playing here in loft. Can’t believe I live here, or WE live here, have this place, this base and space and made way for any day we choose…. How am I ever in moods that I’m in, when I have her…???
Stark and sharp meditation about his writer, and bitter can just in their resentment and self-sewage quiver.
I’m on, moving.
New Road.
New Beat.
Renewed and speedily freed ME.
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In home office. To SELF… concentrating and focused, centered. My convictions is fiery, centered and placed properly.
Poetry in everything, all this. Coming back to my objectives, the songs in my head, the calling from past pages. Old notes in these little notebooks… poems I completely forgot about.
FUCK. Hate how I did that, still do but I’m stopping it.
Signs brighter, speaking louder, an interview
Echoes, jazz pill and spill, nothing blind
Only bright sight
Dreams, thinking, thinking in visions not really but maybe
Conversations, silent, or what
Level it, doing snow poems in reflection lesson
Time moves but I don’t watch
Why should I
I have my own time
…..
Day closing. Putting self in a specific character and mind, the campus isn’t getting back to me, and that’s fine. I’m not doing that. I’m not waiting for opportunities, affects my mood too much. I’m creating my own.
Need a glass of SB, think I’ll go for a walk in a sec…. Need to get outside. Reading something, not saying what.. but I’m injecting a supreme case of FUCK-IT into my wires. Like Dad once said, I need to be a different kind of adversary.
And here I am… the opportunistic hoodwinking, entrapping pigs will see new pages from me. I’m not paranoid, I’m not afraid. I am easy as fuck to find.
Poetry forever, my words are immortal.
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It’’s a Sign
But I don’t stop
I don’t subscribe to locked
Or live life in box
Their doctrine I mock, why because I can
Simple-minded comedy, their whole plan
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Half Circle
Something complete but
qualify
Set a stipulation
Then order it
Several drafts
That helps
Does nothing
Dizzy and delighted
Entertained
Clowns in their clouds
Yells from another floor, or building
Some voice, a cartoon, chalkboard and nails
But I’m being taught
Nothing
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Linear Barrel
When the process stops, I’m unlocked
No plot botched, just me in the meant-for spot
Something happened to me but not sure what
Untie the knot, now I’m stuck not but liberated
Newly venerated, new music and Beat in step, new clef
Out of the wreck, not addicted to tech and its wretched deck
Solitude in office, dedicated to page so solo – meditative,
Autonomous, a closed cove.. with Kerouac on the Road
Verse mentality only, take a minute and collect, spirit debt
Noticed, wondering how I ever wrote this to be honest, at my
Calmest, demand more of my SELF I promised
Type faster mummified in new matters, smatter words in new truth
Beautiful realization imbued in lieu, continued oration
Unglued fascination, reassembled and never again complacent —