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Greetings Faux Poets and Writer Ghosts! It is I, the bold podcasting personality who is a more discrete poet on the sly.
"Where the coffee would be warm even if the welcome wasn't." Clive Barker The Forbidden
"You can only debilitate, devour and destroy perfection upon additional inspection; instead, bask in the infection of perceived perfection rather than engage in intense flaw finding introspection." Falsetto Prophet
People don't change. You know this is a fucking fallacy. We oft see people fall from grace, grow worse, more intolerable. We know it is a mortal fucking fact that we can get worse and let ourselves go. That is a change, is it not. If we can decay, disintegrate, demoralize ourselves, then it stands to reason brilliantly that, so too, can we improve, enrichen, embolden and take our humanoid leopard spots, mix them, erase them, rebrand, recolor into an unrecognizable tapestry of human emotions, pursuits and fucking preferences. This is key in artistry, keeping an open mind and always allowing an out from narrow inclinations. As intense introspection can rob your words, your performance, your artistry of any affection, produce your very best literary crop and leave its fate to the metaphorical wolves, followers, fans and determiners through natural selection.
Here is your appetizing, not fully satisfying, teasing but not entirely pleasing vignette of what is aurally present today and what is yet to come.
Easel of Havoc (Paint Till You Faint) (Last Two Stanzas Only)
Now, you rush your brush
Lacquered layers baptize me
Intense gaze melds immense craze
My lifeless eyes cry colors…
Frenzied, focused fingers smudge my skin
Your struggle intensifies,
Exhaustion swells too soon
Deft dabs, harsh stabs slow;
I sense your wrist waning--
My half-finished eyes see all of you
Coming soon, to an ear canal near you, perhaps even your own, your very venerated voice for sore ears, Faux Poe with a fresh Lecture of Faux Poet! Remember: Lecture 5: Faux Poet: Perfection…Upon Further Inspection; Reflections of Imperfections, Intense Introspection, Can Rob Your Poem of Affection--How to, Perfectionism, Silence Through Poetic License
Remember to silence the painstaking pen marking, regretting, correcting and perfecting through poetic license. You might have more to write, but if you are not pleased with your product, it is an endless, uphill, remorseless fight.
Write to creativity ignite and, the readers' passions, incite!
Faux Poe OUT!
(Procrastinated Statement)
Greetings Faux Poets and Writer Ghosts! It is I, the bold podcasting personality who is a more discrete poet on the sly.
"Where the coffee would be warm even if the welcome wasn't." Clive Barker The Forbidden
"You can only debilitate, devour and destroy perfection upon additional inspection; instead, bask in the infection of perceived perfection rather than engage in intense flaw finding introspection." Falsetto Prophet
People don't change. You know this is a fucking fallacy. We oft see people fall from grace, grow worse, more intolerable. We know it is a mortal fucking fact that we can get worse and let ourselves go. That is a change, is it not. If we can decay, disintegrate, demoralize ourselves, then it stands to reason brilliantly that, so too, can we improve, enrichen, embolden and take our humanoid leopard spots, mix them, erase them, rebrand, recolor into an unrecognizable tapestry of human emotions, pursuits and fucking preferences. This is key in artistry, keeping an open mind and always allowing an out from narrow inclinations. As intense introspection can rob your words, your performance, your artistry of any affection, produce your very best literary crop and leave its fate to the metaphorical wolves, followers, fans and determiners through natural selection.
Here is your appetizing, not fully satisfying, teasing but not entirely pleasing vignette of what is aurally present today and what is yet to come.
Easel of Havoc (Paint Till You Faint) (Last Two Stanzas Only)
Now, you rush your brush
Lacquered layers baptize me
Intense gaze melds immense craze
My lifeless eyes cry colors…
Frenzied, focused fingers smudge my skin
Your struggle intensifies,
Exhaustion swells too soon
Deft dabs, harsh stabs slow;
I sense your wrist waning--
My half-finished eyes see all of you
Coming soon, to an ear canal near you, perhaps even your own, your very venerated voice for sore ears, Faux Poe with a fresh Lecture of Faux Poet! Remember: Lecture 5: Faux Poet: Perfection…Upon Further Inspection; Reflections of Imperfections, Intense Introspection, Can Rob Your Poem of Affection--How to, Perfectionism, Silence Through Poetic License
Remember to silence the painstaking pen marking, regretting, correcting and perfecting through poetic license. You might have more to write, but if you are not pleased with your product, it is an endless, uphill, remorseless fight.
Write to creativity ignite and, the readers' passions, incite!
Faux Poe OUT!
(Procrastinated Statement)