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[lebuc]

bridge

* “Thus far and no more…” at least not as currently constituted;

perhaps we may not be allowed, perhaps we were never meant to breach that which is beyond our current reach;

for we see from here to there, dimly through eyes uniquely owned; and our envisioning is but a hypothesis to the totality of the conclusory reality understood at experiment’s end. *

As hypothecated, raw materials always drive and fuel a process to conclusion, just as anothers’ eyes may just glean a more precious light in a spectrum far beyond our visible one;

in spanning a bridge too far for the likes of us - they say, we must by necessity fall short. * As a poet once said, “the wall-eyed wally of the airwaves…” and so we are - makers of and staring at  the bricks in the wall we built to perdition;

we’re secretaries of the interior of the singularity of sensations we commonly share; both bound to and bounded by present conventions and their attendant wisdom; constrained by the very apparatus which allows us to append our vision in the first place, and to project that which we cannot attain at present. *

But as another great thinker once said, “the map is not the territory…” and so it is not;

projections, however intentioned do not constitute, nor do they create causality beyond their inherent dimensional span;

and though amusing and oft’ enchanting (in a hypothetical ‘thought-experiment’ kind of way) they serve no great, tangible purpose outside of the classroom, so to speak - though they be taught and lectured upon ad nauseum in successive semesters, ad infinitum. *

Our ascension and attainment just may occasion a symbiotic relationship with matter or beings presently beyond our perceptual and physical horizons, thereby bridging the material-temporal gap our present embodiment cannot alone achieve. * Thus far and no more…” as presently postulated - is both a bracing java-jolt to the jugular of our grandiosity,  and a daunting double-dare  to the determination of our species, if the infancy of our relative history is to be any guide;

a dare which certain of you readers will examine, embrace, absorb, exhaust, let expire in anguish at its unattainment, encrust, entomb uneasily… * only to later exhume, unfold & interpret, inform & exhort to future generations, to be extrapolated to the nth of the nth of the nth degree of that which can possibly be cast seeking to span and conquer the bridge - some said was too far…

’cause that’s how we roll. * 7/14 - 8/24 - lebuc - bridge

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Our Souls Long For New Conquests 3.2.23 "The Moonlit Night Soon Begins"

Good hunter, oh, hunter, the evening is here For the beasts are afoot, but you needn’t not fear I am here to guide you, beside you all night Safe beneath lantern’s red flame, left alight The crowds are large and full of fearful men With flame and fury to route nightmares again How by the blood, boiling, spoiling spilled, man is made Overfull in social exchange to see good inside slowly fade Neophyte hunter, good and fair outsider, oh, foolish route Alone you now, seeking lanternal warmth, answer ill to suit Metropolitan men, make full the hunt, glimmered beast in eye Gluttonous, vile, oh, bloodied deed so few the sightful sigh Hunter, hunted, teeth to teeth will bloody taste Whose blood is tasted, wasted, seek answer ahead in haste Be granted eyes to see unseen I’m here to hold you, dream’s rest between

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Koko@Kokomothegreat

· Turkish Agate is major inspiration for me right now. Look at this!

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Hi! Any tips for getting involved in the writing community here on tumblr? Thank you!

Hello there! Haha, I guess just saying ‘Hi’ is already a sure-fire way to get involved with fellow writers. But seeing as a lot of us, myself included, are introverts, going out and saying hi to every writer might not be ideal for everyone.

I’d say the best way to start is doing prompts, there’s a lot of blogs that give weekly prompts and will reblog your work if you partake in them. Because of the wide variety of voices reacting to the prompts, there’s bound to be some there which you like, and vice versa there’ll be other writers that will find and like your work. Together with reblog-blogs, they are the backbone of the writing community. Examples are:

@poetryriot, @writerscreed, @poeticstories, @brokensoulsuploads, @proseriot, @thatrandomprompt, @sarahmariepardy, @maxmundan, @electricexhibition, and my own @refinegodliness. Great reblog-blogs are: @lzlabseesu, @recognizingthevoiceless, @twcpoetry, @bitsofstarglow, @themonkeyreview, @exhalingcatalysts, @poemitforward. Most of these have played a vital part in my getting any exposure on here. So do check them out. And check out the people running these blogs too! *

If you like what someone writes, do ‘heart’ it. That little note can mean so much to someone. And if you have something nice to say, don’t hesitate to put it into a reaction. That being said, reblogs are the best way to make writers feel appreciated, the idea that someone’s willing to share your art with the world is quite amazing after all. Though, depending on how much you reblog, your personal blog may become cluttered, making it hard for people to find your original work. Which is why many of us maintain a sideblog. 

From the top of my head: @gracebabcockreblogs, @tafkas-digs-this, @anjo-emporium, @victimofyourart, @soulreverie, @purple-with-a-dash-of-pink, @thespians-drumming, @alexandrasreadingblock. Do check out the people running these blogs too! *

You’re bound to find mutuals like this. And if you’re comfortable enough, you can then hijack poems, or ask for collaborations; and if there’s a tag-game going on, you can tag them in it. All these things say: “Hey, I like how you do you.” Also, reblog some of those 'ask me anything / aesthetic asks / name-any-number question’-thingies that come by on Tumblr every once in a while. Or simply ask for prompts if you feel you’re in a slump. It’ll give others a really low-treshold kind of way of coming in contact with you, granting them the opportunity to say: “Hey, I like how you do you (too).”

I think that covers it. Besides from using the direct messenger and people’s ask-box, these are sure-fire ways to come in contact with other writers. We all have a love for words, so there’s already common ground between us. Remember though, we all share a love to be read too, and our writings are little pieces of us. So as much as it is a writing community, it is also a reading community. Hope you’ll find your way and have fun here. Cheers!

* I hope I haven’t forgotten any, I based them off of my own activity feed. So if anyone knows another similar blog, please add onto the list! Oh, and if you have another tip, do contribute.

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Forever Breezy 2.28.23, "Stay Easy, Stay Breezy, Forever February"

With weathered tears does February wear on To flooded fields with wounds, refuse to heal Tender is the time that waits on ahead Behind silversmith rain awaits secrets empyreal           For hale is hearth with little mirth With sorrows drowned in snow and swill There is still breath, beleaguered vacuous vapors           See, now believe in the colder thrill With nary a merriment past lover’s grace Beaten with a sugared cane to stomach ache Onward trudges time towards untimely ends The gallows glower like fire pits in mirrored flooded lake           Overrun and over short Crash, where snow once ran to slide upon Little more than clocksmith’s silver pawn              Counting on some wintered wise retort

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Forever Breezy 2.26.23, "Looking Up/Out For You"

Starless sky // scarless sigh Stern constellations, heavy lie Wherefor hide with curtain clouds Forsaken sight, save glimpse allows Vapors sweet and silver lined Soil to stars with stories, bind Overcast // over at last Gentlest touch of nature, fast Lightning strikes, a sudden bridge How savory, brief passing touch Alight with fury, love, and such Spark enough of fleeting feel Shelf the stories, wounds will heal

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Forever Breezy 2.22.23, "Fan the Flames"

Turning blades, Like the planets, revolve Waiting for heavensward clock strike Blow, smoke and dust Ashes fall like rust, kicked up dirt Onward revolving Turning more than the other cheek Dead, who shall inherit the world, meek Pool the water, rock dropped wake Grieve the movement, ending calm Click, each chamber, room full of light Followed, breeze, exhaled of life Parting gift, sweet gift to give Untouching, gentle touch, cooling Still the boiling blood, burnt working skin Keep on spinning Ever spinning Lidless iris of great height

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Forever Breezy 2.24.23, "You Get What You Give"

A pie is made for giving Each and every slice If by giving all of it, Remains not a single bite Unto you the cake returned Tenfold will it be For kindness paid, repaid in deed Unless you charge a fee Giving what you have is nice But “Don’t do it for free” The world, it runs on changing rates The dollar’s not for thee Give a bit to get a bit The bits are lots of fees If you take and ask for more Your friendship sure is poor Time, like pie is sliced up nice To share with others fair Sometimes just a little bit And other times too much Folks might have a lot of it Other folks too few No matter who you ask They all appreciate the view Pick up all the coins, Dropped within your cap Struggle as you mint upon that crown If I give a piece to you May it ever keep you warm Do not linger long with it There’s sharks to count for you Even as you’re ending They are sure to slip some through Pie is made for giving Birthday cake surprise Close your eyes and make a wish Now act with all your breath Follow through with doing well And well will do to you All the things that well does do And do unto you too Seconds are still coming Don’t fill up the first time ‘round

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Forever Breezy 2.21.23, "This Cannot Be"

In God’s image, were we made Imperfect in every way From the uneven soles of my feet To the skew of the food that I eat If the pain of my body, my friends, And all else Poor is the state of divine Full of ache, full of woe, mal-aligned I revel in the laughter, humors Blood pumping from my well If carbon copycats are all we are Make me again from Earth’s worked tar Such a body too broken, Bore the world, consuming Are we sure such a thought is not assuming Balance is an illusion Made up of water ‘round, in me Look anywhere you’d like for an answer Leaves questions in their place Is it silly we are this Ideal idea of form Broken, breaking, fragile; easy now Slightest thing will lead us to say, “Ow” In perfect form, ever hunting Fables whisper of a secret Of a being called, “Normal”

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Forever Breezy 2.20.23, "Vault of Knowledge"

Tall is the ladder to ascend this library Shelves full of knowledge vaulted Lock step and key such secrets carry Ascension leaves minds babbling assaulted Out past the sapling, waxen words Guide ever closer to crumbling madness Eden’s gardens succumb to ash and seed for birds Fraught to utter smallest cheep, lest down crumbles the mess Too soon are spines broken from their flesh (Pre)arrange to seek the elders guidance Should ash soaked soil, seek dawn afresh Pooless, reflect, without a silvered mirror to entrance For at the pinnacle, (mastery is thought) fraught with knowing Foolish is the master, to claim all knowledge known The ladder, tower too, to climb upward always going Stop for but a moment, look up, and learn what’s shown Where storms(and danger) swirl With darker outwild worming thoughts If only answer would so readily unfurl Cry out (disrupt the librarians peace) let rules be for naughts

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Forever Breezy 2.19.23, "HoMEOWner"

There is always a light on in the suburbs Someone Somewhere Is awake as well Or curses the night sky with unbridled, mantled light Lamplight lit wick, nit pick, A-OK HOA Doesn’t designate dark sky designations I can’t see myself owning a home Now I can’t even see the night sky

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Forever Breezy 2.18.23, "Cuddle Season: Closed"

The cold cordial days are coming to a close No longer may I wear you like warm winter clothes Sweaters are sweeter when cuddled uncouth Sharing our small beds grown farther from youth My words freeze passing my foolish lips Stuttering and stumbling over rhymes and teenage frosted tips Tongue tied to winter’s first mistaken kiss Like snowflakes upon the tongue, I melt for you, I miss Frost fades at first passing touch, grant this touch in passing Fond is the farewell that is freely granted, kindly to love amassing Lost are my sweaters, burned away for my heart May they keep you warm, having done least for my part If falling is sign of sin, then autumn’s sin is pride Like mine as at first sight of you, eyes opened wide But before that perennial time, with high-strung sunlight strong I’ll scrape my knees before you do me wrong For as swiftly as March’s dandy-lions bloom has started Kisses, blown as wishes send us farther now we’ve parted

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Forever Breezy 2.12.23 "Barefoot Bravery"

Let your cry be heard little one Bare feet, bared teeth, and bare emotion Wail and flail with juvenile tears with little avail Fathers will fail you, leave you raw-red footed With all the protections you never needed Save the one that will save you Spare the one of not pursuing danger Hear the siren wail from skatepark stations Betrayal is swift to lay blame You may ride your bike without handlebars Gifted one of thrifted, swifted skilled little one Blame’s loadsome burden is not yours to bear The world, still filled with many mysteries Is your laboratory to study Let it all be heard each and every unutterable word Tearstreaks match the redstreaked concrete Less of a footprint but an imprint remembered But as I sat and watched father afar I wonder which pain struck unintelligibly deeper That it happened Or that it was allowed to We will lose count, little one Of the painful betrayals given privilege Brother, stranger, father; all Orbiting our failed trajectory We must continue to ride one Day will turn to night Your childhood into my age All wheels revolve And so we wail and flail Ever turning our many wheels onward

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Our Souls Long For New Conquests 3.1.23 "In Like a Lamb In Wolves Clothing"

Steady is the sleeper, slow to greet the day The marching tide of morning, is never far away Onward revolving, the barrel, door, and world Weary woe to give to you, soon ripen and unfurl No labor asked of flowers, each petal a drifting dream Lost within the sunlight, nothing more than it may seem Trusting sunblind faith where time crumbles dilly-dali In dreaming so do slip far from folly There are worms aplenty, for after early birds No game to zero sum, impatient for sundowned stunts With broken bones will surely go with fewer words No cause for decorum, steady on, nightmarish hunts With the rising moon, Too soon The sleeper wakes And from the world, upon their doorstep, takes Like death, does harvest life’s great stakes So dreaming, doing as dreamers sleeping do March onward to much earned view In patient slumber, what violent delights trudge weary on On to ends in morning’s red dawn

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Passive Ingression, 1.2.23 "I will bend and dance in the wind but only break what stands in my way”

Cold wet and weary Finds the new year Rounding flooded corners Strewn with yesterday’s accidents The sun rises bright in mud puddles Damp deep doorways Guiding reflective thoughts Towards a closer skyline Hale winds pull at barren trees After weeping days Not a willow in sight to grieve A new year slides, soaked To the bone over yesterday’s roads Petulant baby-new year Playing in storm drain sinkholes Will the arctic greys give way And yield to warmer new growth? Melt like stranger’s shoulders With passerby clouds That look like snow piles in melted pools How cold a heart the coast retains Beneath weary hills rolling in their sleep Did you not love once? Felt the sun’s kiss On your permafrost horizons Warming deep into your roots Corners are for rounding Stamp out the smoking cigarette Be not idle next to sunken streets With potholes filled with well-wished rain Watch, but do not touch The wildflower burst through Frozen soil and fractured asphalt But do not touch its winter wearied petals Spring is still many horizoned hills away Burgeoning with poppies Opening their arms To embrace the morning light The first light of a new year A cold light of a new dawn

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Passive Ingression 1.22.23 “From Lake to River soon Ocean”

Sea World bedroom Four sizes too small For my heart My outstretched arms Circumnavigate my eggshell world How am I expected to think Outside of The Box I wonder Who lays restless, dormant Reaching end to end Desperate to break free From inside of me The cage is tall Survivor’s eyes do not blink Soon this cage, this wall, this body Will crumble Yes YES I will get out, alive

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