--Elite Writer Alias: Awkward Name: Keith Campbell ASL: 246/In chains.../Q8 Website:[ Education ] Days Away: 0 Life Story: Never could run [ Ignore User ]
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Journal: it really is... -------------------------------------------
Mood: hankering for quietude
...an unusual collection:
one of uncommon moments pre-ordained by moors,
one that is knot unlike some developed exposures
to quick-fire kindly x-rays so,
imaginations become further enhanced
and souls are chose to be bared yet more
(in ways that defy others' best efforts to comprehend).
and we are knot (halelujah)
anyway
in the business of teaching those others
rather,
we are now become the learned just ourselves
(whether by reverse osmosis or by other means as subtle).
it is simply the careful placement
of a small
but strong
gypsy hand
on a cartoon caricature back.
As a technical reproach, I am also a non-grad/prole and so on...
But thank you for the comment, I will indeed accept your dog dare, as I believe it will make for an added (and interesting) challenge.
I'm also quite aware of certain of my poetic deficiencies (the defense mechanism you speak of), but I think it is more or less related to how strongly I feel certain things, and to some degree, I believe there is an ignored beauty in that avenue (the manifestation of emotions in over-complications). It is like dragging on an argument out of affection for the person's presence (in a sense).. But as you say, I should get to know you (the audience) more, as well... We as "poets", simply cannot be selfish in that regard, I suppose..
it's funny. when i was 17 or so, i hooked up with a really bad dude. he wouldn't let me wear make-up. i hated that. i felt ugly without it. part of my identity was stolen away in such a simple thing. i would go home at night and put it on just to see myself in the mirror. i remember once burning my eyelashes and told him i had to put on mascara just to even them out. haha.
it's a million years later and i find i rarely ever make my face up. (just mascara and lip stuff). somewhere along the way, i am actually grateful for his being an ass. i realized i don't need it. and am lucky enough not to.
as always, many thanks for stopping by.
my second tattoo was cogito ergo sum. descartes fascinated me a bit there for awhile. as well, in my silly geminian nature, usually the first words out my mouth are: i think. (smile). so it seemed fitting in more ways than one.
sigh. that whole write was inspired when driving and hearing a really cool song about being home.
someday, i will know that face and be home in it. just not now. (smile). and that's okay.
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