So, been dry lately. Few posts recently, as one can see. In an effort to get over my hump, I’ve decided to do an audio treatment of my first poem that I posted here. Click the link below and you’re whisked over to the site where I’ll be storing the audio files. Ya might have to give it a few seconds to load.
I present: Untitled, original audio #1
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Here is the written piece, Untitled, original poem #1
light on green tablecloths
little café
sat around
drank some wine
tried to forget that i came
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Originally I wanted to make a lengthy post about censorship on social media sites and nefarious intelligence organizations slurping up our data, Rule 41, mainstream propaganda, yadda yadda yadda. This won’t be that post. I figure if you’re the kind of person that’s concerned about this sort of thing, you probably already know that popular social media sites like Facebook and Twitter and YouTube censor content according to prevailing political ideals and the dissemination of desired norms and narratives pushed by the powers that shouldn’t be. If you didn’t know this or refuse to believe it, I guess I can’t help you. Just type “censorship and social media” into your favorite search engine, scroll beyond the puff pieces and read for yourself.
Instead of preachy talk about the stupidity and dangers of censorship, I present a newer social media, video site. An alternative to YouTube’s increasingly censored platform. It’s called BitChute. Yes, yes, so many of the good URLs are long gone but it’s what’s under the hood that really matters.
Check it out, or don’t. I’m just too dry for new poetry lately but felt I had to post something that matters to me. Here’s a link to a recent video on social media censorship and it’s hosted over at BitChute.
THE SOCIAL MEDIA EXODUS HAS BEGUN. HERE’S WHERE EVERYBODY’S GOING by tireless researcher, the inimitable James Corbett.
-TdP
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it's another gloomy winter day
cold skies cloud my mind
in vacillating stains
of sluggish
chemical gray
another fallow
icebound day
with a pen that's dry
a notebook blank
& volumes left to say
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in the harsh
and studied light of day
my surface heaves and cracks
but if you come
a darker way
i'll spill upon your tracks
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i step into the rush for you
swift current
slipstream
stirring surface show
here i am
here i am
get your shoes
let's go
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if we shut down traffic lights
turned off street lamps
& store signs
if the radios & railways fell dark
if gravity & vulcanism
ground to a halt
if all the stars in the universe
burned out
there would still be us
unencumbered
unformed with no time
unnumbered
there would still be us
as in we
in the dark
unlighted & free
we as the endless
we as the essence
us as in alpha & omega
if only we turned out the lights
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Transdimensional Poet 