thank you: thank you
i appreciate you're kind words i couldn't figure out the password since i did this when i was 16 i still write to this day and find a great release in getting the words out but in 2015 i lost my dad and b4 he died i wrote him a poem and he heard it and i have forgotten what an escape and how true poetry is because you know trama and heart break tend to change us but thanks so much for looking and liking the poem it means the world to me... also im coming to check out your poems now i fianlly got back in
thank you: i appreciate you're kind words i couldn't figure out the password since i did this when i was 16 i still write to this day and find a great release in getting the words out but in 2015 i lost my dad and b4 he died i wrote him a poem and he heard it and i have forgotten what an escape and how true poetry is because you know trama and heart break tend to change us but thanks so much for looking and liking the poem it means the world to me
I always loved your micro: I always loved your micro epics that incorporate saavy humor, satirical style and some real chills as well. What could be more indulgent and delightful? It certainly brings back great memories of old horror classics that I couldn't get enough of back in the day.
With your whimsical descriptive powers and intriguing narration, you conjured up some shock—and some oddly satisfying laughs. The speaker's sardonic attitude, the speaker's situation itself, the experimenter's nonchalant attitude towards his errors, the dystopian project and the mystery of who was being addressed added several layers of enjoyment to this rich, dark and thrilling tale.
You did it again! Fantastic!
I don’t understand…: I don't understand either of you two.
Do you know what I was trying to do here?
I took the names 'Donald Trump' and 'Ron Desantis' and from the 22 letters that make up their names, came up with what I did. I explained it already. Besides Trump and DeSantis, is there anyone else you would support? Choose someone who's not a stupid moron. Joe Biden's not a stupid moron, but you won't choose him. In the meantime...
STEPHEN, FREE-SPIRITED_WOLF = HE'S PRESIDENT. O F! E W, RIT? EL! P? F!
Excellent! Seems to me like: Excellent! Seems to me like the last few of your poems that I have read have followed this format---three triplets, or three squared, for a total of nine lines in each poem. Is this a significant detail for you, and may I ask what that significance means?
Your high-voltage, rap-style: Your high-voltage, rap-style expression is certainly a relatable journey for me. I felt like you were writing about an old friend, my best friend for a while, until it became my worst enemy, and I finally felt, as you did, that "I deserve to be the me that I recognize". Well said!
With your resolve, insight and intelligence, I'm sure you'll find the road to freedom.
Enjoyed your very moving, artistic and honest creation.
Your much welcome interaction: Your much welcome interaction and comment brings me to the memory of reading play scripts wherein the narrator's and the playwright's notes are equally "on the page" as the literary text itself. That is such a beuatiful meld of voices, a fluid nebula of stream of consciousness even.
I like how this poem tells us: I like how this poem tells us how it should be read (some of Wallace Stevens' finest do that as well): it is to be received as a lilting melody that flows further than the far-away glow of the faintest star, and so delicate that not even the finest mist can kiss it. This is superb verbal artistry at its highest level.
The paradox of blame and: The paradox of blame and responsibility across generations.
As the song Living Years goes: "Every generation / blame the one before / And all of their frustrations / come beating down your door."
I do not believe that this cycle exists in all societies. And most certainly, if it does, in some realms it's very subtle and often goes unnoticed, unsaid. I think that the cycle, and even more so the perceptions of it, are largely a product of excess and spoils of empire. Those living closer to the ground have far less time, and reason, to see themselves as a bi-product of a previous generation.