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Captain
Member since May 16, 2017
Member for 9 years
What kind of dust are you?
I've never heard that song
So, how have i?
Those patterns are calling. Put it back together. Like this:
You say it, I hear it
Let's take this stardust and rebuild it all
You, me. Rally cry
Here is your inch, here is mine
Piece by piece, breath ny breath
One choice at a time.
I've never seen that painting
So, how have i?
And how did you know, i was always going to see it that way?
Monet, you, and me.
Yes, overlay all time in a single frame
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How else could you see
The truth or lack of it?
Or, long for clarity
And thus find it?
I never knew you, my freind
Across the oceans.
That's just water, that's just land
That's just atmosphere
And our blood and bones
Thats just us, or
It's just us, the redeemers
The tabulators
Somehow you know i will magically see you,
As you scribe down your words
Alone in a room i will never see
Across all the spaces
We can imagine up
This music will cut it all away
And we can hold on
Finally, to something
A hand reaching out.
Piece by piece
Inch by inch
Breath by breath
Choice by choice
I choose you
My freind, my lover
My father and mother
My little nephew and niece
My stranger
Old dead bones under everything
By sun and moon, I don't care which
I choose you
Let's all go home
And if you say no, my Artist
It's okay anyway
Ill be fine, hands tied at the gallows
Ill say hi
How was your day?
Goodbye, old friend
Goodbye, you aren't wrong
I've seen hills, ive seen
Fields and trickling waters
I've seen you
As a child, running up with arms out
I've been up to the mountain top
And washed the pots and glasses
Down in the dungeon
And i saw you,
My executioner
Crying in the corners
Walking circles in the rain
Too scared to go home
It's all in the wash now
Lets go
Ill lean into the rope
And kick the horse under me
Sleep well tonight, my freind
Stardust forgives ordinary dust
And dust forgives dirt
And dirt forgives hero's
Vise versa, and
Vera vise, until in the blender
It's all one thing
Back to the stars
Captain’s timeline
- May 2022
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16 MonAnniversary
5 years of membership
- December 2020
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10 ThuReceived a critique
on What kind of dust are you? from @Geezer
"I liked the conversation with the unseen friend. I liked the part where you speak of the friend writing in a room you will never see. I have those friends too. And I guess we all have an executioner waiting in the wings…" -
10 ThuReceived a critique
on What kind of dust are you? from @lovedly
"I never knew you, my freind Across the oceans.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That's just water, that's just land That's just atmosphere And our blood and bones That's just us, or It's just us, the redeemers The tabulators yo…" -
10 ThuReceived a critique
on What kind of dust are you? from @Geezer
"Nice stuff to bring with you. I got to run, but I'll be back. ~ Geezer. ." -
09 Wed
- May 2018
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16 WedAnniversary
One year of membership
- February 2018
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26 Mon
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02 Fri
- July 2017
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02 Sun
- May 2017
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20 SatFirst critique offered
on "Subliminal Hackle" by @Esker
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17 WedFirst publication
Vault
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16 TueJoined Neopoet
Membership begins
First poem published 1 days later.
About Me
Just an amateur here. Trying to sort some things out by writing them down. This is my therapy I suppose. Thanks for reading.
Location: Arizona, USA, USA
Billy Collins
Mary Oliver
EE Cummings
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Workshops
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| Sunku: beyond rhyme and rhythm, search for new structures in short form | (syllabus) | Wading Pool, Splash Pool, Olympic Pool, Shark Pool, Plunge Pool | Started 2018-02-11 | Concluded |
| Poets first poems | (syllabus) | Splash Pool | Started 2017-06-23 | Concluded |