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manticore, sporadic, nomenclature

Last night I dreamt of the manticore again. 
it sat above me on top of 
the mountain pass, waiting for me 
to reach the gate. I trodded and 
trudged up the hill dreading the moment 
when I would reach the apex. 
I did not want to be judged, but 
still I climbed and crawled over 
the boulders blocking the path. 
Will the obstacles I overcame and 
surpassed make him sympathize 
and feel my plight? I doubt it. 
I could hear his stomach growl, 
it was like thunder. 
I could sense his hunger. 
It just waited and watched. 
Why didn't it pounce 
and put me out of my misery 
just end this journey? 
Was it too invested by it's 
delight in my struggle? 
Damn you demon!  
You may best me  
and get in my way but 
I will win & get over this trouble 
triumphant as I beat you back into the rubble.
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passel busk culminate

There's a poetic lyric I wrote a long time ago.
I use passel in the opening verse.
  "Do fairy tales really come true,
    tell me Cinderella whatever
    happened to you. You got your
    house on the hill, your passel
    of kids.."
It goes something like that and
it's the featured song/poem
of the next video I'm working on
(but still have yet to start editing).
However, I'm feeling particularly motivated
this week. So hopefully I can take
this energy and inject it into my creativity
to increase my productivity that culminates
with me posting a new video
busking a capella by the end of the week.

words of the day 11/2/21

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inane, menace, columbarium

That cackle sent a chill down my spine. 
How could the others stand it.
Every time he laughed I shuddered
as if fingers had just run down a
chalkboard. He was so mundane
and had a most inane obsession
with my personal life, with everyone's. 
Gossip girl as a nickname did
not do justice. He was filled with
malice, his curiosity was a menace 
to the community.
The desire to break bonds and
create chaos with some farfetched story 
is where he sought his glory. 
I watched him cause worry with the calmest of the sages.
They went grey after being drawn into his games.
Ignoring him was the best I could do,
but he still tried to force interactions.
I tried to turn a blind eye and pretend he didn't happen.
I mean, he's not my problem anymore
that's why I ignored the door
to the columbarium when it opened
and he walked out covered in ash.
hmmm...
                May wreaking havoc with the dead be his last act.

words of the day 11/1

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bogus, anomaly, verst

grey blue background with yellow polka dots. A box in the center that reads words of the day 10/23. Bogus, Anomaly, Verst. 
confused by the term, 
she thought hard, 
you could see it reflected in her expression, 
the furrowed brow and pursed lips 
in deep contemplation
‘2 versts and you'll be there.’ 
Where? What? 2 verses? 
She misunderstood, but still tried
to find the lines that could get her
to the destination she wanted to find
"Go 2 versts! 10 blocks that way,
a mile past the Jack in the box.”
Oh God, was he putting her on. 
This is a bogus explanation, 
she only asked for directions, 
not a language lesson
She wished she could look it up 
but alas, an anomaly, her phone was dead. 
Damn it why did she bother to get out of bed.

words of the day 10/23/21

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next

My mind is reeling
somewhat overwhelmed
stressed, distressed 
over impending progress
as I step forward towards the future
into an unknown tomorrow
my first instinct is to retreat
in the sweet oblivion 
of procrastination, 
hesitation & constant second guessing.
I make lists of unfinished business
then sit and watch Netflix,
while the hours of the day whittle away
to the coming dawn
I feel a yawn coming on
and know that soon 
I have to set aside this pen
and find a way to end these lines
with a suitable rhyme
that continues the flow
before I lie back and ponder
the things I haven’t done 
and need to complete tomorrow.

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to do list

the day started late
I slept in 
but now it's afternoon
I'm awake
wondering what's the plan
Will I get to those errands
I've been putting off
Will I find the energy
to go for a walk
Perhaps I'll take the time
to color my hair
it is, after all, the start 
of a brand new age
& I should attend 
to these grey strays
I should do a lot of things
I just have to start with one.

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you brought me a thousand doubts

Hafiz, Rumi, Forough Farrokhzad, no one does poetry quite like the Persians. A friend in Tehran even once compared me to Forough, it made me blush because that was a compliment of the highest order. I wish I was as talented.

So why am I here. I’m here to share the fal-e hafiz, a way to find your future in a line. I might be exaggerating a bit but it is a form of divination in Persian tradition that helps one find answers to questions on their mind.

Click the link, http://www.hafizonlove.com/fal.htm, and concentrate, then press the button to discover the answer. You should find it in the first line you see when you open your eyes.   

Before you go, let me share mine:

‘You brought me a thousand doubts’.

(Yikes! Not sure what to make of that line in relation to my question :/. It’s kind of freaking me out,

Supposedly there is more clarification to be found in the entire poem, I don’t know but see below.)

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sometimes

Sometimes I feel so slow because my mind takes its time 
and I don't always get the messages filled with hidden agendas
the irony being that I'm a huge fan 
of the double entendre and witty word play
which comes in handy writing poetry
but in conversations and other real life situations
I often want to pause and ask for clarification 
but due to intimidation
I'll just run with the misinterpretation
in all its awkward glory 
before I change the subject
and go off topic
someday it’ll make a great story
“Remember that time…”
but honestly that is all just speculation
I'm not usually aware of being in a situation
I'll most likely react with a blank stare
and an even more awkward smile
and a silently stated ‘OK’
before I turn around and go
before you know I'm slow.
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