Something to do Something to lose Everything I wrote Never harvested
Treating myself badly Healing every dawning day Wonder why I clash inside Do I suffer to survive For someone else Or am I merely... Words
Something to dream Something depleted Everything written Words never... Harvested
Crawling into Competition I
Could never compete With the heroes of bars So I stay home in darkness Forlorn with rising lonely regret
Bragging to my dreams Of my vast poetic speech As if it had any meaning Not even to those... Who dream
Couldn't distinguish heroes From the rampant lust deceivers Those seeking pleasure's crown A moment's glory for an orifice In our world they are one The journey is... won For the villainy
Bragging to my dreams Of my vast poetic speech As if it had any meaning Not even to those... Who dream
Couldn't compete online Every digital hero duelled me Hide in an exclusive cave For those defeated By everyone...
Oh my terraformed aching heartless monitored by the abyss soul, Rest the ocean rift ochre portal tides upon the vermilion shore of red colour stained outlined sands before the city of obsidian black one winged angels for whom hell's anomaly bell atonement unwillingly appeased tolls.
Blood streaming live aquanaut degenerating before digital scenes of livid blank emotional cortex eyes whose tear ducts long sagas ago ran vividly dry on behalf of compassionless finger raises of a liquid fire glass to apathy, Disregard is the moniker alliance facility of the trinity of inhumanity's nature of the current unawareness generation.
Contagious hollow and faceless shadows of killing field six corpses buried feet under the body of lies that numbs the contagion of compassion within horror walls of blurred illusions, A wondering haiku existence unto the pariah in a killjoy advocating the defence of peace on behalf of a decrepit mirrorless heaven.
Poison unto The Black Rose, Force of objective subject delusional matter on betrayer's display... Patchwork of forlorn beauty broadcasting a forecast of endless lethargic acid rain.
No one should ever live in true comfort,Without a fallen tear as the world outside cries naked in the rape we call economic harvest of toxic energies that fuel our single passenger commute with demons,Leave behind all hell on earth as she beseeches stewards of those that remain,Sadly we've grown complaisant as accomplices to her murder along with millions of children we're not civilized we're submissive peasant hybrid human demons hooked up on sedated repetitive willingness.
As they pray,Take this life but let me be,Comfortable oh God unresponsive to thee,Children starve while we seduce our weakness into submission of thought,Compliance to achieve glass house security we slave endlessly to appease a monetary unequal harvest deadly ever decaying regret filled dream.
Landmine ghost children 3rd world apparitions eternal Weeping parents tongue's taste the bitter pain Left over warfare syndrome Death waste
Weaponry one wish Disarm the deadly invisible Earth cries as the mine trap shook Tiny feet stutter forward Crawling blood blind Hand and bone
Toxic water nourished Dehydrated skin & soul Human condition on the edge Children we've allowed to slip away No bidding them back from death's door Escape to appease or amnesty our selfish pride
Weaponry one wish Disarm the deadly invisible Earth cries as the mine trap shook Tiny feet stutter forward Crawling blood blind Hand and bone
No mourning after pill Donor not around to blame Woke up from the numb One night sensation No fail safe method Only a trigger
Said goodbye to the world Endorsed a hello to pleasure Forget the social stresses Welcomed intoxication Of sexual endeavours Await the aftermath Mourning after
Short audio edit skirt Tantalizing eye provocation Prey upon such an easy date Sneak out the mourning after Awaken to an aftershock pill Ineffective self to blame
Said goodbye to the world Endorsed a broad spectrum hello Sexual stress relieving pleasure Forget the consequences Welcome intoxication Penetrating seizure Orgasm achieved Single digit sex Experience
No mourning after pill Donor not around to blame Woke up bleeding out Period drunken sex Inception happens
Said goodbye to the world Hello to sexually induced pleasure Single orgasm night stress relief Forget the consequences Welcomed intoxication Penetrating seizure Orgasm achieved Single digit sex Experience
No mourning after pill Wish he was impotent Douche bag donor hero Sponsor of a new life He could care less
Said Hello to the world Newly born unaborted child Single digit orgasm night product Pleasure induced stress relief Live with consequence Blessing of new life Intoxicating curse Her smile is... No regrets
Universe aligns Under sorrow plight Signs of dispelled faith Hopeless amidst the riddles
Inhuman crafted dreams Silence torment in Elysium Stumbling block blood unclotted Less than speedy bump of death found Amidst the grave's decay Untimely detained
Dependant on fire Plight of fossil solitude Face to face with frost giant Exploring unpleasant stone tombs Seeking an alignment of fate Twisted by selfish science Immortal life signs
Inhuman crafted desires Silence torments us in hell Stumbling blood block unclotted Blockade speed bump grave dump Reject the signs of selfish fear Death is untimely & unjust But often natural
Trapped heart bruise Worn out no where child Walk with a half filled cup Until I looked back Now I say... It was full Amen
Dear father Well fought See you in heaven Thanks again
Watch this son Desperate monster Artistic culture changer Crafty poetic values Thank for my soul
Creatively drowning Imbued respect robot Didn't know I was a student Until I looked back to see Learn from my history No prejudice inside Thankful mind Amen
Dear father Well fought son Future without spite See you in heaven
Watch this son Chivalrous anti-hero Artistic heart changer Crafty poetic values Thanks for life
School yard bully lesson Pain or nerves consume me Diagnosed with artism Look hymn forward In a mad world Amen
Watch this son Anorexic mentally ill hero Anti-inequality heart changer Crafting artistic poetic values Thanks for life's lessons
Dear father Well fought life Smile at our memory Children with hopeful eyes See you tomorrow...
Night tears in absolute dark Holding my hand through hell again Rain drops kindled by unbearable burdens No falling star's shadow hides me
Stratified tear duct Swollen in dark times Kindled ill night eyes White as ghosts Graceful dead
I'm in love with the dark Appease my solid white eyes Ashen angel whose bids strikes of death No fallen stars bid my eyes forget Your woes bid me nightmares
Wicked tear duct times Swollen dark dreams Kindled ill night eyes White as children Dead in ditches Turn to ghosts
Heart shaped opium abyss Meth skin to stem cell lab stains Benevolent intoxication haunts me In love with a lethargic repetitive dream
Every day will adaptation surviving vampire nights obsidian dark alone Failure of lethargy Built in equality stewardship switch flip denied!
Into lethargy's addictive abyss Melancholy unapologetic nether Tempest under Cerberus void Neglecting life's majesty Denying skin equality Choice prevented!
Every poetic dusk Equality adaptation Surviving vampire nights Obsidian dark alone Failure of lethargy Built in equality Steward switch Ship sunk Denied!
Pride song puppets Sate emotional desires Whilst praying for more debt Lethargic lip service as children die Starving stranded bare feet on concrete
Allude to illusions overseen Through eyes of prejudice's ignorance Greed's power sake unfulfilled Salute the tired eyes Who die in slavery Or utterly alone
Pride song puppets Sate emotional desires Whilst praying for more debt Lethargic lip service as children die Starving stranded bare feet on concrete
Allude to illusions overlooked Through eyes of prejudice's ignorance Greed's power sake unfulfilled Salute the tired eyes Who die in slavery Or utterly alone
Pride song of puppets Sated moments from gossip Worship song of lost causes Preying for holy exposure Bind to misery's signals Change before trauma Unfortunate lip sinking Into the end-times
Melancholy state Awaiting the rapture A dialogue intertwining Stealing away compassion Too apathetic to lift a finger
Imaginary service to lobotomy Assigned consciousness from boredom Overdose in the ceremony of hypnotics Compassionate side checkmate assault
Prideful song of puppets Unified tongues of banter Traditional gossip moments Worship service of lost causes Preying against misery signals Undivided in debt we stand Lethargically lip sinking Until trauma activates
Stammering li(v)es Like those denied By channel of the heart We've long been changing
Melancholy dead state Hearts awaiting the rapture Diabolical hands tide dialogue Behind debt not god we stand A-pathetic don't lift a wish Finger towards heaven Pridefully paralysed Channel changing No watching The dying
Prideful worship of puppets Sated moments from gossip Ritual tongues of toxic devotion Preying for debt against misery Ceremony of the dispirited Crescendo unto paranoia Deviants of selfishness Lethargically stuttering Lip sinking prayers To a solemn wish Manifest destiny A vapid... Aspiration
Lucid compassion assault Obliterate the tears of all eyes Tragic fate too late delivery Our death certificate Slaves we feed on
Born in privilege A life unbecoming Birth program rewind Matrix blue transmutation Inspire my will to oppose Blood red unplug riddle Lost in a real world
Lucid tears amidst pride's assault Mysteries of compassion's demise Obliterated early consequence Humanity's inequality crime Our death certificate Slaves we feed on
Born in privilege A life undone at birth Rewind the fate program Matrix blue transmutation Inspire my will to oppose Blood red unplug riddle Lost in a real world |
Deplorable last second chance resolution amidst the torrent of a vermilion tide gone rogue of the moon's grey twilight scale, Ruining not our problem but caused by inhumane decrepit architect's hands,Sandcastle earth has fallen!
Rueful fate of heaven, Sands grains of old, Ruined by local earth anaesthetic rime craft by inhumane intelligence, Graft upon the shores of our sandcastle universe, Conceived sun exposure action of an everlasting admitted eclipse necessary for survival,
Aspirations of a monetary system fading amidst salty tears to dust, Constant walled in debt street 21st century first rule over third world algorithm, Hollow nebula of profit culture's lost courtyard of equality imprisoned by a unwillingness to admit shame's walls are closing vividly a trap of the heart in...
Vein utopia blood work holds vile answers, Graphed on spreadsheet timeline of history on a crash obscene course to repeat, We're faithful to the pretend mechanism that humanity doesn't hold the noose, Lost memory parasite gland of the mind, Greatest secret escape method of intelligence over mankind.
Self imposed trap, Ideas den penned a nebula of synapses marked by cell unleashed pilot type-a drones of genetically obliterated death, Targeted empathetic imagination. Engine of chaotic algorithms endlessly equating prime source fate of humanity stealing causes prone to finger uplifting pacifist inspired violence in a sandcastle universe gone hand in packet rogue to avarice.
In earnest anticipation of, What spawns as I wake...
Stuttering bearded lips Poetic profile response Once in the universe view Reverberation unexpected Self deprecating personality Shelter behind closed eyes Lips sinking in dreams Scorched by hope Wishing for love At twilight
Living in geekality Adorkable anime in real life Heroic smile hypnotic protagonist Realigned heroine's file Sharing the night sky Beside a dreamer Self decaying Honestly
Living nerdom existence Adorkable anime in real life Heroic female love combatant Realigned smile contortionist Woe overcome by allure All spark hope online Reanimated light Heart in decay No longer Honestly
Stammering nervous hope lost lips Poetic second chance profile response Once in the universe heroine profile view Reverberation in reply not expected Obsolete mentioning personality Closed inner imaginary eye Shelter of the dreamer Lip sinking wishes Hopeful for scars A get lost retort Read by night Hopelessly Romantic
Existing in geekality Adorkable anime in real life Heroic female open source protagonist Enchantment realigned contortionist Digital black over green screen Text shelter for two hearts Matrix of algorithms Link is online This is love Honestly
Concealed under lucidly surveyed by children's footsteps grounds of old, Cobra headed frost hindered the catastrophes detection for the better unto worst outcome improbable yet possible of a century, Deadly outcome of a bouncing intoxicated turf street Betty renamed Valmara 69, Alias of her anti-personnel explosive(s) no decoy after the obliteration of unnamed targets, Inadvertent not for any profit but progress - synonym for conflict - casualties much like drone in combat under star wars' twilight forlorn skies of radiating crimson... Awaiting the next mourns' vermilion dawn.
Dear heart strings of fate, Algorithm of choice, Does any (in)human(e) exchange pull your lust(s) back into contention with virtue... How many lives must be lost amidst ignored misery signals of distant to at next home door traumas we channel televised live changed to deny their sorrow in our sad overly vapid no less worthy of breath than Lucifer's serpents existence.
Orbital chaos of dead miracles provoking angels to dare the isolated distance from ever after unto earth via the nebulas of eternal twilight, The Forever witnessed excuses their sad hatred of injustice travel through the dark terror crystal on a universal vortex motion sickness parade, It's times like this abomination gone live before our lingering denial inner eye that inhumanity must detached to bare history an observer state of reclusive affection for an epidermis not our selfless pride esteemed owned by debt shell containing the ghost contrived to care... Alas compassion is long yet lost and dead...
Algorithymns Poetry² is a multi-platform online distribution of poetry & prose, whose main function will be to unite anyone who can access the internet with a personalized poetry experience; upon request.
What is the purpose of the current project?
Creating through collaboration a web based form, linked on the Algorithymns' web site that the user, anyone who can access the internet, can utilize to request a poem specifically tailored to them or a recipient(s) of their choosing.
The form will have a series of check box questions and fill in the blanks that will allow the user to give brief insight into what might want the poem to be about. Let us know if there are any trigger words they may want or not want to see.
Also they can check what type of poem they'd like it to be in, stanza, prose, verse, lyric, ode as well the feel or emotion of the poem; observational, spiritual, love, loss, depression, mourning, hopeful long suffering and so on.
Does Algorithymns have morals?
Algorithymns Poetry² Will Not support any verbiage, directly or indirectly, that is in any manner bullying, anti-equality or pro-prejudice.
Algorithymns Poetry² carries a continuity of virtue, chivalry and moral fibre on behalf of Mother Nature so that Peace, Equality and Hope may reside in all our futures.
Does Algorithymns any live functions now?
The two already existing functions. First is the digital distribution of poetry on a Blog, Twitter, Spreaker and Soundcloud.
The second is live performances (currently in open mic beta testing). Both are actively sharing poetry craft from the empathetic imagination engine within that might inspire equality, hope, learning, creativity for the purpose of ending prejudice, social stigmas & bullying.
Why crowdfund now?
After years of 'searching' the world for a place to call home, giving each city or town a year or more, I've finally found a place that calls me... My heart, hands and smile... Home. On top of that creatively, after posting poetry on several websites as a beta test for 'appreciation,' is at a level I am comfortable with creating for others.
Then there is the resurgence of the back injury after four years of dormancy, on a sick leave from work I am able to work more on the project, research and development as well as the future of this project and the novelization of The Forever Fantasy (side project).
I believe in what I create, for I am a black sheep and must believe in myself, for no one else really does believe in my creative works. Not yet any ways. I believe in what I craft, the power the words have to help, inspire, heal, raise awareness, help relive, capture a moment, lend a hopeful hand, that I must pursue the project with all I am and the best that a poet who exists to put others before himself via morals and compassion.
About Me: Juton
Nothing I have is new: second hand heart on my wrist under a thrift shop t-shirt. Not vintage but thrift and charity shop, well except my ancient laptop and phone on a long term contract. I enjoy life this way as I am a weird individual.
Part hipster who enjoys cycling a single speed long distance (Glasgow to Edinburgh, Scotland), a nerd who enjoys a good game of Munchkins or Massive Multi-player Online Role Playing Game, yes I went there... Or used to any ways.
I'm a quirky hopelessly romantic geek whose anime addiction to Miyazaki runs deep. One who reads news on current events to write poems about, whilst also browsing wikipedia to create poetry about maths' prime numbers and equations of the heart.
Maybe I was born gay, maybe my family prayed it out of me. Growing up sheltered as I did, it's impossible to tell, save for the dress, skirt and 'women's attire' that I adore wearing. I tell my mother that I only wear it at halloween, but that's not for my sake. I love her and she needs peace of mind in her life about my identity, for I am but a 13 year old lad still in her eyes. None of my black sheep poetic life exists to her and I accept her this way, as I accept myself. With a dashing bearded smile!
I enjoy writing poems about equality, especially for the LGBT community, those who suffered rape, bullying and victim blaming, as well as mental illness, like the 777 series, observational poems about current events, past traumatic incidents like Chernobyl, Fukushima, Bhopal, The Killing Fields and the list goes on from catastrophe to genocide to global warming to land mines and the phantom pain they cause. Researching to write, always reading, endlessly growing.
All the way down the scale to a particular subject that hits home in my heart, that of land mines and the traumas they have and continue to create and what we are doing to end their reign of invisible terror upon the earth.
Where the Journal to Poetry Began When I was 24 years old I was struck by the tusks of a forklift at work, sending me falling into pallets behind, bending me backwards. For several months there was no diagnosis (Eventually through three different test it was discovered to be nerve route damage down my right leg and three lower back herniated discs), just a myriad of pain and prescription killers.
I began a journal then and what birthed forth, ever so slowly, were poems. Nothing excellent or exciting, just words from the heart, some about ancient wounds others about wishes and dreams. You see I grew up in a 'small town' hidden away behind closed doors of segregation from anything new or alternative, thus yoga and being vegetarian were taboo and looked down upon.
But I was always different, the only fat kid amongst my family and friends, church age and youth groups as well as in school. Thus I was the target of much bullying, some was even violent; like rocks getting thrown at me on my walk to school from cars as if the words weren't breaking my heart enough already.
Since then I’ve spent at least a year in most every major city in Canada, trying to find that special place a nerd can call home. But all of them, from Nova Scotia to Toronto and St. John’s to Ottawa and Victoria have all been pockets of isolation. For what do I have to offer, I am unqualified to speak, with no degree and masters to follow, nor do I have a mass of followers who comment, like and share that which I create that might be proof of ‘the good that might come from what it is I persevere through isolation to do, crafting poetry on my phone or in the dark at home.’
Now I thought outside the box about social stigmas, how empowered children to uphold prejudice, social stigmas and even, in some cases, bullying as normal and approved; after all my father always said 'get used to it now, it'll happen your whole life,' not lifting a finger or an eye brow to show he cared. So some of my poetry was and is about the outcry for bullying's normalcy and mere existence to be ended through awareness, education, the empowerment of compassion and equality.
Through more trauma did I write and thus my empathetic imagination engine was honed. Today I am able to write from the shoes of others as if I had lived through their hopes, sorrows and dreams.
A few more of said wounds were child and youth sexual abuse, loneliness, depression, heartache, loss and even mental illness. Yes, I a man had eating disorders that I struggled with for fifteen years and nearly died from in 2009. My lowest weight was 130 lbs or 9 stone. But I recovered and today work full time in guest services for a health food store. But enough about silly lil'ole me. The idea for the first function of Algorithymns has been on my heart for a long time now, but the time was not right for a myriad of reasons to push forward with the project. Now, with the back injury flaring up again it is time to set my will to help others with the attempted launch of this project; the online form via the Algorithymns' website so anyone can have a poem graft onto their consciousness, specified via their choices specifically for them.
Crowd Sourcing, why?
The profit margin for Algorithymns is zero, zilch, nada. It cannot exist save by donation and support of people like you. The return on investment is null and void, for how can I ask for money from those requesting a poem... Surely that would limit those who can access the form, so that isn't really an option.
Not everyone has a bank account that can access the internet, nor do all of them have paypal or a credit card. So to ask for money during the processing and subsequent creation of a poem for them... Would be tragically limiting.
Anyone, anywhere should be able to access the form and request a poem; to be shared with family, friends and a precious loved one if they should like. That is the dream of Algorithymns Poetry². Before the project can be tested and launch, however, there needs to be enough funds to allocate the resources and time to write once it goes live. For if requests come in and there isn't enough time to write, as I do have another half who must be given adequate time to appreciate and show depth of care that is love and all the virtues that wrap it up safe and sound, for the gallant and handsome muse is the hope for my future and inspiration of the heart to believe in me... Yes, well, hah! Indeed I have found ‘home.’
So, if requests come in and there isn't enough time to allocate to project then the whole thing falls apart and shall never come to pass. The dream cannot exist without your help.
Who would use Algorithymns Poetry²
Anyone who enjoys the daily digital distribution of the created works! Those being shared on Twitter, Spreaker, Soundcloud, Blogger and the Algorithymns website (In progress).
Anyone! Anyone who can access the internet my find themselves at one point or another in need of or desiring a word specifically for them. To heal, inspire, stretch, envelope or move them in a way they request.
NGO or Not For Profits, may desire a poem, podcast or workshop based on a project they themselves are working on, it may be to raise awareness, educate, inspire, motivate or just be a pleasant part of a charity gala.
Companies who are losing staff due to retirement or moving on to another more challenging or less stressful job site, after a solid tenure corporations both large and small may want to say goodbye with a poem. People who are persevering but may be near... Someone with cancer may want a word left behind on their behalf for a friend, partner or family member. They can request the poem not be sent to the recipient unless the stipulation be met, which may be their lack of communication to Algorithymns via email for more than seven days.
You get the picture, anyone can use the form and everyone can enjoy the ongoing works of Algorithymns Poetry² Digital Distribution.
If you can't donate: Share!
If you can't give, don't feel you'd like to or won't, but are moved by the project, then please share, follow and enjoy the works of my poetic portfolio that can currently be found on the following pages:
The World's Over journal is a short story blog that is a smidgen, a glance per say, of the great realm that is The Forever Fantasy. A Secondary Project done in spare time.
It is the Journal of Jane, her husband Charles and the friends they make in a world they awaken into, in earth's distant future. The end of the journal blog will be the first chapter in The World's Over Journal Novel, which is currently over a two hundred pages into its first draft, with the plot line finished, it will be the first in a four part series of novels. But that is another tale for another time.
As We Conclude:
What the Project(s) Need.
Funds that can be allocated to time on the project, which includes the current functions, social media, collaborative efforts for brainstorming, creative exploration, research and development before, during and after the Algorithymns' project is launched. As I can oft be found boring others with my silence, head in the clouds, stuck in a book or website.
So no matter how big or small the donation, support of sharing or comment left behind, you are empowering Algorithymns!
Every portion over the sum requested for via crowd sourcing will go to the continuum of Algorithymns, the growth of the project, the daily distribution of poetry, podcasts, workshops (art therapy for example) and prose, along with photos, updates and the continued expansion of Algorithymns Poetry², which includes The World's Over Journal and The Forever Fantasy (which can be previewed in rough draft via the blog).
Funds for adequate technologies including a proper website, Poetry Request Form, sound cloud and spreaker accounts and eventually forums for people the world over.
Funds for hardware, including upkeep on older to ancient equipment currently being used, such as a new headset, microphone, laptop, epic scrolling ninja mouse and a bow tie... No wait, I mean yes! Bow tie = very enthusiastic yes!
What are the Project Phases
During all stages Algorithymns' two existing primary functions currently live will function as they always have, with daily activity, to inspire, mend and share.
Also during all phases live performances will be shared at open mics, poetry readings and social events where such a thing will be quasi embraced or at least half accepted.
Stage one is collaboration with a software and website designer and engineer to prepare the platform, website and form, based on an existing model, for the project.
During the initial and all phases (including now) and I dare say into forever! Ongoing research will be endlessly read to empower the empathetic imagination engine so that the experiences written about can be tailored to the choice of the poem requester from very vivid and dense down to a pleasant read for anyone (without the hustle of mind from a bagillion massive words).
Stage two is a beta test of the website, form and possible forums (to be launched at a later stageless date) for fluidity, bugs and over wordiness.
Stage three is the launch and a three month trial period where little to no marketing other then the social media models currently being used and word of online and offline mouth, via @ symbols # and the like.
Stage four (if necessary) is collaboration with various marketing friends and SoE wizards to enhance the broadcast of the project worldwide.
Future Funds
Will inevitably siphon their way down to the expansion of new works, research and development and eventually daily existence in society today.
If and when the pool for Algorithymns poetry² gets large enough, crowd sourcing and donated funds will be put towards technologies to help streamline the project and all of its functions.
These include a new headset, a decent microphone for podcasting workshops, poems and updates. Eventually the possibility for a new laptop, as mine is ancient.
Secondary Functions may also be utilized if the pool of funds grows large enough; such as forums where people can discuss, meet up as a collective in a safe environment with proper guidelines moderated by a few folks and a couple admins.
If the funding and project grow large enough there may be a need to source the poetry to others with the empathetic imagination engine.
Finally, The Impact
Firstly you are growing the daily expansion of distributed material online.
Secondly there is the beginning of Algorithymns' Projects stages.
Thirdly, Furthermore funds will help empower hope that one day there is a possibility for a full recovery from this ongoing struggle with my injured back. Vertebra L4, 5 and 6 are herniated, revealed by a cat and bone scan after several months of being told I had just pulled and strained a muscle, while there is nerve route damage down my right leg.
Each day starts off with stretching which leads into yoga to alleviate the pain. I've already rebuilt my body twice. At 24 from the original injury, which resurfaces every few years. Then from the mental illness of an eating disorder and now the source injury yet again.
From 2004 at age 24 when the injury occurred up until 2009 I wasn't even able to get up out of a chair without pain and the use of my arms, legs being too weak and enamoured by pain to stand on their own.
Lastly Remember, no matter what you are supporting the current and future works of Algorithymns, check out some of the poetry (either via the links or at the bottom of this), listen to a pod cast or six, that is what you are funding. The continued growth of what one day might become...
Every donation is precious, I can exist in this world, having done so for a great number of years off less than $15,000 a year, so working part time whilst dividing my attention to the project should allow its fruition. A frugal poet thriving in solitude, though everyone needs friendship and a hand to hold during times of sorrow and those of joy.
Nothing will get wasted for I never garnished bad habits like drinking, straight edge on accident... (though I did try some beers at age 30... So lame, so they say, too tied up in creating and the lonely dark of being a nerd and a poet trapped in one body), drugs or materialism. I wish just to exist and share the project, creating for the benefit of others.
Though my other projects aren't viewed, commented upon or shared by anyone, even my own family for I am a black sheep and am generally friendless because I'm a quirky nerd who writes too much... Pretty sure all my facebook 'friends' have hidden my wall by now, the poetic spam is endless! The projects include the 777 Poetry Series which is now seven poems long, dealing with mental illness, social stigmas of people living with disabilities, people trapped in the health care system and the money made off saving lives.
Another project is the Twitter Poetry, which now is over 9,000 poems long and going strong, buffered up with four to six poems daily.
Then there is the Spoken Word poetry project that daily sees two to three podcasts on Spreaker and Soundcloud with over three thousand followers... With only two likes... of over three hundred podcasts to date.
Finally there is the blogged poetry project which has over a thousand poems and prose-poetry, though it isn't viewed much at all despite the sharing and all those facebook 'friends.' Alas! I write on. For though no one comments, likes or believes in me (well maybe there is just one person *wink*) not family unto a friend... I believe. Not in me, for I have no self esteem, the young abuse in childhood to bullying in church and school murdered off my confidence.
I live by courage in perseverance.
In earnest anticipation of, Juton
Ps. Sorry if that's all very wordy, I'm a poet after all... Please won't you at least smile! PPs. I won't have any perks but I will have tons of updates and poems left as comments. Until then here is a sample of the 777 Series and a nerdy love poem.
Bipolar Beauty
Paralysed bipolar look up scene Beauty trapped in fire infused sand Mirror amplifies the psychosis Derangement not by choice Furniture inside deforms Despite the prescription Still hallucinating
Abnormal scientific referral Accepted terms for testing Abrasive codex of dignity Accidental manic prey
Bipolar schizophrenic shallow breathing Darkness of the mind depressive Sworn to psychosis secrets Trapped in her own head Yet she is defined... By illness instead of beauty
Paralysed bipolar look up cut scene Life's beauty hallucinating in fire infused sand Mirror impaired insight amplifies the psychosis Pendulum derangement swinging inner lens Aperture of the iris step out head trip Social deteriorating world view stigma Surrounded by archaic stereotypes Stabilizing untimely manic impulses Sworn genetics to mood frenzy Substitute deforming subject Silent amidst testing Mentally vacant Lost at sea
Bipolar suicidal shallow breathing Dark mind episodes on repeat Trapped inside his own head Yet he is defined... By illness instead of beauty ........................................... The crime is a choice View of the wounded How obscene & shallow are we... Everyone deserves more Than a moment's observation Happen-stance of society Gossip exclusive judges How ugly... Are we
Stuttering bearded lips Poetic profile response Once in the universe view Reverberation unexpected Self deprecating personality Shelter behind closed eyes Lips sinking in dreams Scorched by hope Wishing for love At twilight
Living in geekality Adorkable anime in real life Heroic smile hypnotic protagonist Realigned heroine's file Sharing the night sky Beside a dreamer Self decaying Honestly
Living nerdom existence Adorkable anime in real life Heroic female love combatant Realigned smile contortionist Woe overcome by allure All spark hope online Reanimated light Heart in decay No longer Honestly
Stammering nervous hope lost lips Poetic second chance profile response Once in the universe heroine profile view Reverberation in reply not expected Obsolete mentioning personality Closed inner imaginary eye Shelter of the dreamer Lip sinking wishes Hopeful for scars A get lost retort Read by night Hopelessly Romantic
Existing in geekality Adorkable anime in real life Heroic female open source protagonist Enchantment realigned contortionist Digital black over green screen Text shelter for two hearts Matrix of algorithms Link is online This is love Honestly
Stuttering bearded lips Poetic profile response Once in the universe view Reverberation unexpected Self deprecating personality Shelter behind closed eyes Lips sinking in dreams Scorched by hope Wishing for love At twilight
Living in geekality Adorkable anime in real life Heroic smile hypnotic protagonist Realigned heroine's file Sharing the night sky Beside a dreamer Self decaying Honestly
Living nerdom existence Adorkable anime in real life Heroic female love combatant Realigned smile contortionist Woe overcome by allure All spark hope online Reanimated light Heart in decay No longer Honestly
Stammering nervous hope lost lips Poetic second chance profile response Once in the universe heroine profile view Reverberation in reply not expected Obsolete mentioning personality Closed inner imaginary eye Shelter of the dreamer Lip sinking wishes Hopeful for scars A get lost retort Read by night Hopelessly Romantic
Existing in geekality Adorkable anime in real life Heroic female open source protagonist Enchantment realigned contortionist Digital black over green screen Text shelter for two hearts Matrix of algorithms Link is online This is love Honestly