#follower
that so many of my essays,
inspired and devoted to you,
Mel says I’m an OCD people pleezer,
that is probably so,
but I must attend to this finger stroking pov,
it’s much more than that,
in so many poems, so many comments,
you simply hand me a provocation,
a holy invocation, a phrase that fazes,
words that strike me into instant dazes,
cut and pasted, as an entitled commission,
worthy of replication praise, a “come to hither”
reposting,
Nothing more glorious than my stolen breath,
when a new poet sends me signal of appreciation,
and I, oft accorded the distinction honor of being a
“First Follower”
perhaps I’ve noted this interchange transactional before,
after 2200 poem+a scattered misnomerd odd 1000+ moreover,
and this advanced aged mainframe failing computer,
oft forget with callous repetition; as more brain cells
daily dying,
than can hope to ever replace…dying, and forming a tree’s inner circle…
so let me say it again:
anything you write,
whether poem or profile,
comment, short or vociferous,
is fair game for my 24/7/365
attention span and oft just
squirreled away for wildcat drilling
exploration when the fear + love
in me
subsides…
<nml>
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 1:50 PM UTC
Dedication to faith,
Hug my rosary.
Incense burns whilst you **********
You said I was devotary.
Worship in the bathroom,
Pervert in the mind.
We exist in this vacuum,
The faithful lead the blind.
You believe in the sacrament- sacrificed,
Transparent with your intentions.
Speak your mind, you’ve patronized- an acolyte,
Your word is divine intervention.
Practice Ramadan, you bake baklava,
Exile my words and make me believe.
You do in in His Name- Allah,
It’s all a persona, you deceive.
Dedication to faith,
Hug your rosary.
Now I mastuterbate,
And bruise your ovaries.
Wake up exposed,
You’re already on me.
So eager to pose,
Play me, marquee.
Feel guilt, you’ve done it yourself,
Broken the bones of Sainthood.
Leave alone- you’re too compelled,
By the force of the Brotherhood.
Walk beside the force of God,
You couldn’t keep your Father.
Dye it blonde,
Shield your eyes from the honor.
Disruption of faith,
You throw my rosary.
I lay next to you while you **********
Who said I was devotary?
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 1:17 AM UTC
You are the only one
No other gives life
I am just your pawn
You'll lead me through strife
May Your kingdom come
Through my desires
I want to succumb
You'll lead me through fires
I submit to You
My God, my only
Your word is so true
You'll lead me through folly
I know you won't go
Like so many do
You'll never let go
You'll lead me through You.
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 7:17 AM UTC
Like dust in the wind
I'm the tiny particles
Following in your footsteps
Like small talked words
I lay forgotten
Upon your restless lips
Still there but not quite there
I seek out
Some important form
Like dust in the wind
I'm scattered
Spread too thin across your floor
Jun 5, 2021
Jun 5, 2021 at 11:30 AM UTC
I see too much
Tiny details into the fray
It frightens
Not me, but you
And what I view
Beyond your screen
Some hypnotic wall
Your foggy countenance
Deceives the herd
As they follow the piper
Though I lingered
On the periphery
Some visions were concealed
By your obscurity
Unveiling becomes obsession
Then I regret
For now
I see too much
May 8, 2021
May 8, 2021 at 4:14 PM UTC
You follower. Fool follower!
Witch trials have began,
Hang the noose on Gallows Hill
And execute the land.
You follower. Wise follower!
With scales in your hand,
Weigh the truth and walk the path
Some missions must be manned.
Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC
Isn't it weird
You know who you are
You found my poetry
3 times
Even the account I deleted
I remember you following me
It makes me smile
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 4:14 PM UTC
There once was a plain old greedy degenerate
Who fancied himself some sort of profit
Most of the town's folk even bought it
Some say he lost it
We must laugh together at the irony we see
Someone degenerate as he
Redesigning our humanity
First conceptual sold as a divine product
******* ecstasy…
I won't support the scandal to fund the living Dead council
The Swine
Thought to unwind and rewind in the way they felt fine
Thus genetically designed a millennia of succession of clergy kings
And unleash them to father all mankind to be
Hear me when I say
I do not feel okay
When malice men metal with God's work
Got a hell of a good pitch though
I mean you really make that **** looked **** no?
A well-designed slaughterhouse may have its livestock walking into spirals right to the mouth of the grinder
Scientifically each breed more perfect than the next
As I deflect
Do my very best
To warn just in case you could respect
Liberty and freedom
Or obey to choose to sleep comfortably
Happy sheep healthy cut of meat
Splash, shear and then repeat
I love you So much
Almost as much as I love myself
Hope you can learn how to be alone with just yourself all by yourself
and be present with yourself Love
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 10:01 AM UTC
this peculiar notion transmigrates into a startling potion,
one that creates, not slakes human thirst,
a consequential first position for those who are in possess
of a direct line to gods who hide in the pitch black,
perforce one must make discrete deferential inquiries
avec une politesse indirecte
just in case we are wrong
(honest aside:
as composition proceeds, ear buds fill me with
Music of Transmigration, notably Op. 11, of S. Barber making
contradicting souls passing through me tenable and malleable)
naturellment,
loud radio silence, was I naive to expect otherwise?
perhaps god is not the subject of this poem
but perhaps the author(!) who's
just keeping his "hand" in the poem game,
spoofing human memes,
with a spot of fun even in
New Z--l-and-other domiciles
after all who has more
nominalistic titles,
is cursed and blessed,
by almost everyone
at least once a day, and in
a thousand different names
with an impishly
cruel sense of what this human gig
it created.
is about
tonight
I am a composer,
tomorrow’s decomposer,
or just a funny named follower
ah,
the answer is in the
data
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 4:55 PM UTC
we can love if you will kiss the needle
just a little bit bigger-
your image isn’t your most beckoning quality
just a little bit thinner-
we can sleep if you will follow
just a little less brain-
don’t stand loud love, it isn’t becoming
just a little more tame//
stand straight but think alike
don’t stray or wander from the path ahead
walk in unison and stay uptight
basically, loveables are brain dead.
you don’t belong here.
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 10:53 PM UTC
Wherefore art my purpose in life
I'm filled with passion, love, and fight
Bursting with spirit until I'm overcome
By social anxiety and a long line at the grocery store
I want to be good but I'm without determination
I've been taught leadership, sure
And I don't want to be a follower
But do I want to make others into followers?
Is it possible to do good and not be a hypocrite
To organize people for a purpose
Without taking advantage of them
Without rewarding their efforts fairly?
Verily I remain a thinker, a ponderer
And regrettably not a man of action
It must be a moral quandary that keeps me at home
Because I could never admit that it's only fear of failure
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 9:59 PM UTC
You agree
When you want to shout, curse, and swear
The Almighty....answer this weeping willow
Made of concrete air
Of unfeeling movement
You cower behinds browned bodies, montezuma minds, and your license
Power to go as you please, be as you please, please help me to see
The inner child trapped in mordant cornerstones, and sitting on your own weight
To grasp the folly by the throat and twist him into existance
Not so much absolution
In agreement with other fancies
Prayers unanswered
Dwelling on ginger hands and knees
In *********** when his course has never enter into being....real
Or really close
His path to plunge thick into purple passionate trance
His path askew from my own
Though a followed trendy line
A drink
When it makes your journey into trees, and speed, and gluttony
A laugh
When scorned mouth spewed and sput into russet wounds already *****
A smoke
When it clogs your memory into patchwork and quilted thoughts unwoven
Youre unspoken!
You agree?
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 3:10 AM UTC
Not accepted by who you are,
Not accepted by a friendship that has come so far,
Being turned twisted and tortured,
Just to become the person who people want you to be,
Trying to show the person everyone likes to see,
Holding every emotion close to your heart,
Just so no one sees a weakness has become an art,
Nobody knows what you go through everyday,
They just show selfishness and expect to see you fake.
No longer can I hold these feelings back towards people I hate, love and fancy,
Although by doing this will mean I'm taking some chances.
Not being accepted by who you are,
Losing friendships that have come so far.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 8:59 PM UTC
Follower of none, protector of one,
A door once open, oh what happened?
Chains once firm, when will I learn?
What once was dawn, has now become dusk,
Now I am cold, and I was once told,
“follow or fall, crawl down this hall,
Bow and grovel, conform to your mold,
You are a sin, let go of your hopeless hold,
No one can help, not even your kin,
So trust me when I say don't trust,
Follow me when I say don't follow,
A cell is just another word for home,
This bed is where you wallow,
I hear the dirt of a grave,
Is just a blanket so plain,
Deeper you fall,
Down this hall,
Chains once firm,
Door once open,
Follower of one, protector of none.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 12:08 PM UTC
your mind may be lost, but everything lost can be found. You don't know where you should be, you don't know if you can be. What you want to be is someone else's 'being' You CAN NOT force your mind to be another, to think feel and act like others. You should let your mind breath, let it pull itself where it desires to be. Where you want to be deep down. Someone else's 'being' is not yours. You need to find your own reason to be.
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 11:27 AM UTC
It's crazy
How I'd follow you across the world
And wouldn't even think twice...
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 11:07 PM UTC
Like a white sheep she bleats for her Shepard.
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 1:45 AM UTC
I am the light that guides you,
Should you be seeking to leave the dark.
Similarly,
I can be the shadows that immerse you,
Should the light have left you blinded.
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 2:34 AM UTC
Those who neither choose
To lead nor follow,
Lead themselves to a new path
And follow it eventually.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 3:14 PM UTC
dear young soul,
blooming flower,
lighthearted joke,
happy child
keep your chin up,
keep your heartbeat steady even when the ones you adore kiss you
keep your head on even when you're raging
keep the slack on your leash long
keep the smile on your face wide
and don't stop to think you're something small
even when you follow, your movement makes the tide echo
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 10:57 PM UTC