#publish
Figure a trigger
pictured fingers
scratch the brain
pick it **** exposed;
********** minds only craving one more dime.
Insane
vein blade
neck noose
she drinks some to feel loose.
creeping
convulsions
chills christen me a martyr
King of the opiophiles
Christ of the smackheads
Conquering coconaut
Hero to heroinites
Majesty of the methodonians
Glitches in systems revolving
rebel against or kiss them
Ring the bell to bring out the MOB and roll your future to face the dice
who are they ask for advice?
You draw towards these demons while behind you attempt to bask
a mask
Cody raises a flask of poison resentful regrets
Brody the roadie is always on the move
that ****** basement edm dub scene sure did become crass
which only leaves you, alone to groove
and we drink my flask our flask and bask in romance and death
Sorry Sir that you asked…but wait I have one more thought before the session reaches the inevitable conclusive aspect. Listen to my
Unexplained Law
Of
Academic actualizations
Basic casualization
Capital causes compound connections only resulting in casualty
I am orbiting you
Blazing comet
A simple sultry satellite
cold convoluted
Sad
at my farthest reaching far flung Aphelion
Warming and safe at my closest approach to You
Blazing life bringer
Holy holy holy art thou oh Eye of all
Allow me to forever remain at Perihelion
The laws of Keplar could not keep us from colliding
in the end
fire
will be all dividing
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC
Excitement!
Anticipation!
Dread and Gloom!
All these emotions running through my head to name a few.
Taking the plunge,
And self-publishing one's first book,
Uncertain of this loving recreation's first foray into the world,
Will it be loved?
Will it go unread?
Only time will tell for this collection of prose and truth.
Jun 16, 2023
Jun 16, 2023 at 7:13 AM UTC
Hey everyone!
I just wanted to let you all know about the release of my self-published book of poems, "Parking Lot Poems"! Thank you all for your support; this website has been instrumental in shaping me into the poet I am today. If you have ever read a single word or line from one of my works, thank you. If you are interested in purchasing a copy, you can do so here:
http://jrrhinepoetry.bigcartel.com/product/parking-lot-poems-poetry-book
Thank you!
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 1:34 PM UTC
I thought I'd kick the bucket first...
Such a procrastinator...
I had to delete my stuff here
But I will post more later;
I thank you your encouragement
For such a tender art;
you-can-do-this-to
allyouhavetoDO
Is start!
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 1:38 PM UTC
Thorough, and thoroughly,
Nearly through, throughly true. If ifity fit ifity fit, pfft. Pfft,
Ifity fit not, no fit no fit, wait, **** fits, in time, today
-thoughtless of me, wordless, wait ‘but through...’ word. text
-we need e- lectric, mind, appawareness usually clicks time
Was a word as all words are, mere after thought, mere means to points with no lines in reason
We must record this moment, we the scribes and proper scholars, art’s great sifters, shifting screens and lenses,
Lo' looking loci-precise, sharp, pattern
- memory verses versus Youtube.
From a long forgotten dance.
In time we have no long ago, after ever – does what ever does – you know,
Just, justice, just makes no real
Sense one may take as common, as where all is fair, yes, es-sense, knowing more than mere names of things seen. Sounds, reasonable, eh.
If you bring a reason, to the table, why... would you expect to win a reasoning contest?
Writer chose heads. You give a reason, we test it on history, and lead your learning based on attention paid patterns over time. Ai is on our side. Life is openbook.
Do you think? Why can you read these letters literally only forms of sounds words would make, if you
Stop, Look, Listen, train town brain, mindfullness, oh yes, fashionable, aware being as a ware,
YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE
Selah.
Page Break
After a full life, per each idle word in books that burned, lifes works that burned in time,
All the songs copied for the choir, all the poor scriveners treasures, burned, as by
Midnight oil, from the brain pan of a great blue whale... back when
Capitalization, o, a ver-ified manmental tool to frame course corrections...
means (n.)
"course of action,"
late 14c.,
from mean (n.); sense of "wealth, resources at one's disposal for accomplishing some object" is recorded
by c. 1600. Compare French moyens, German Mittel. Phrase by no means is attested from late 15c. Man of means is from 1620s. Means-test
"official inquiry into the private resources of an applicant for public funds" is from 1930.
1 aha footnotes have been invented for poets...
Ok. You set the style, I wish this to be easily read, on any powered page displaying device. {yeah, who owns the air? This is published for peer review, ears hear, ah, then attend} Was it good for you?
-some times
Some times iusta dissipate
And that we find amusing, amaze
Zoom, doom, doom, freeways,
Free mean path. Why factored.
The advantage of being old by any standards common in history. Our species lives about this long, in the realm of measured things.
--- In the cultural patterns, vibes, radio active ifery evers
Candide, the referee and me.
Information, where we reign, really
Leibnizian reasons for evil.
Truth, as life’s mean free path.
-Voltaire, definitely, might agree with Heisenberg.
If it were ever said.
Evil is the best worst outcome,
Chaos is not evil, chance is best
Judge, we need to seem fair.
The wall in Shiloam, answering the reasoning of Voltaire, on the air,
Imagine that. Footnotes. Or xv
Ctrl x, then v, besure
I say exactly the same thing
… to dissolve the political bands which have connected them {the we} with another, and
to assume
among the powers
of the earth, the separate and equal station
to which the Laws
of Nature and
of Nature's God entitle them,
{when all that occurs,
in the course
of human events,
we are yet in, it seems,
time being as it is,
SYFT- fit slipt} {Balaam’s *** has the curley braces- note that} {} for vocalization...
-Yes, when in this course, of course... what were we agreeing... as this we,
- go on... say why
a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation. {same we}
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.--That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, -
Ok, that gets us 1000.
Here, just west of the Pacific Crest, we all are in constant contact, in touch state, stated
Wait. 5G is, livewitit.
Nonsense, this is not the rescue mission statement.
We are here for fun. Peace is fun. Makesum.
What we do, we, soldiers of the ancient orders, duty bound and regimentally religamental, do & die with honor to the code. We,
the people who know how to believe all men are created equal to the task, wombed or un, we die knowing
failure is no option, there is no longer any other ever this is before.
---- did that occur in your ever?
@ today, 2022 tehkne- of course, freedom at the quantum level must be means-tested, mmmhmmm tested, measured for sensitivity to we, being the judges... we who chose freedom, down low, deep pro-fundus-mundus lizard brain, mitochondrial link, yeh,
Phoneme, yah, who, yes, at best is spirit one may deem worth something, a breath, may being
may, as a word described, an action, being... here, mere is
As God is said to be described by Jesus, in the good news,
Made plain enough, to build a whole plethora of reasons for war.
War with reason, by faith, or by the code, that which must be true?
Drama, the idea, information acted out, without words,
Mimes in boxes, you know, you can admire the best performances, and thus imagine a purpose, break dance contests in the joint.
Yeah, and poetry slams, no curses, no spells
When I grow up... I’ coulda been a contender, any contest,
If it ever came down to life and soul, I never bet my soul, I bet yours, and I live,
So see if sense is all mortals imagine, or not... spirit- ual ‘n’al.
Aug 24, 2022
Aug 24, 2022 at 4:35 PM UTC
I long to know what I'm up against,
my competition,
those who will win silver cups
and
accolades
while I sit longingly
and
wait
those whose words will find
the ordered spaces
of a published piece
and
fall in place
as if meant to be.
At the selling table
I exchange dollars
for a glimpse
into their thoughts.
What I see does not
surprise me,
confirming
what I knew already.
Their words caress
the page
and
make it smile.
Their screams slash it
and
make a gaping hole
through which
pour their souls.
Sounding weak
and
foolish,
my own words
echo
in my head.
I want to take them back,
embarrassed
that I ever set them down
and
gave them to be judged.
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 11:06 PM UTC
Would you finally care enough to set aside an hour?
Would I have to beg you, once more, only to be rejected?
Would you rush to the store and grab the first copy?
Would you write down your favorite stanzas and selections?
Or would you say "Oh, okay, that's cool"
The way you've done repeatedly?
And then tell me about some other poem that's inspired you
While I listen bitterly?
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 9:16 AM UTC
_For each judges according to their truth;
And, accordingly, every truth affords a judgement._
Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 9:18 PM UTC
try to begin
no
why?
the weather is cold
try to walk
no
why?
the sleep is funny
the other reach
you still have wish
and wait for a witch
who makes you rich
and gets your want publish
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 2:39 AM UTC
I.
Words can be more powerful than deeds
if you know how to use them.
But
how do you know that you know
how to use them?
Is it
when your best friend smells
the green of your grass,
When your sister remembers her tears
in your poem?
When the stranger tastes the salt in your sea air and
When a renowned poet sees you’re a brilliant diamond? But
When will you believe them?
When would you believe
in yourself?
But
you are just an amateur and are clueless and
you don’t believe
you can do it.
When will you stop doubting
[whether you’re any good/yourself and your skills] and
start practising your art,
start placing down your words.
Know that you know
how to use them.
Believe them.
II.
Your words are like ants
on the paper;
small, few perhaps. But
when you add them all up
you have a legion of punches.
You’re a warrior of words,
powerful, mighty, gentle, defending
and building the people.
Your people.
To them
a hero is what you are
when you share your speaking pictures,
when you show your singing words,
when you believe it yourself.
You are.
You are a writer.
Write your words.
III.
No-one knows you
sees you
hears you.
You have no name
yet. When you
write like you’re not scared
type like your words have power
try different pens like
you have a hundred swords,
you will become
somebody.
When you are just
a nobody who believes
in themselves, when
you are just an amateur and are clueless and
when you believe
you will shake the world.
You will always be somebody,
no matter what.
You will.
Because you can.
IV.
You’re a writer.
You have words.
They’re yours.
You will know when you know
how to use them.
Just believe in them.
Write them.
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC