No Insurance, No Matter, I’ve Got A Puppy. (Day 12)

I roll into the car in front of me

It’s the elementary school.

Happiness is having a puppy.

 

 

Written by Sam Sutlive on April 12, 2018 at 8:15am in Oconee for April 12, 2018 Poetry Day inspired by a friend’s real life.

 

A Knocking Soul Trying To Say Hello To A Beautiful Mind. Subtitled: Inspired By A Poet WHO HAS NEVER REPLIED TO MY RESPONSES TO THEIR POEM. (Day 8 and Day 9).

You were so beautiful in mind,

Taunting my soul to enter,

Thorns reaching out of skin,

permission denied.

 

I walked away.

your Thorns never a cliche’,

so real I almost stayed

 

My soul and mind gave reason and reason

follow ups and more

still no reply.

Never to forget.(Almost want to take this line out. What do y’all think).

This old soul still denied.

 

Written BY SAM SUTLIVE COPYRIGHT SAM SUTLIVE on April 8, 2018 for April 8 and 9 day of April’s Poetry Month. Written at 11:56Pm on April 8, 2018. Posted April 9, 2018 at 12:50am.

Sharon And K’s Bout Of Strategy. SUBTITLED. A Fun Little Story. (Day?Continuous).

Some people say Kylo and Darth Vader aren’t comparable. To me though Kylo is the new Darth Vader in town.

Anyway my friends Sharon and K like creating moments of exchange and thought with Kylo and Ray figurines. This story is based their(the characters) experiences.

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Scene set up by and Photograph taken by Kerry Mitchell.

Kylo,

“Hey, how is it down there in the valley of the tree?

Have you stayed dry?

It rained pretty hard last night!

You see me as a threat!

My Light Saber is Raised, Be Warned,

Yet not Forlorn.

It might just be a greeting,

such as how some old 17th century knight might walk around with a sword pointed down but out,

Ready at a moments notice.

Why so shy??

Don’t you feel the force?

It will rise us above our wildest dreams.”

Rey,

“Dry enough, the breeze cuts currents of silent air around the ripples of this tree.

It is cool here too.”

Rey Continues,

“Yesterday was the worst though.

I had to battle in front of fields of fire. 

The heat and blaze was bright with puffy tips of black,

I could barley see.

I became soaked with sweat

as the day wore on, battles increasing,

flames and bodies aflicking alike

indistinguishable.

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Photograph taken by Kerry Mitchell.

I never had the problem of sweating against heat

yet I found suddenly, knew internally to be allergic to such things as fires, burners, and walls of heat.

The battle rose to a peak

the pawns had died off leaving Satco boxes of steel crawling out of yellow blue striped cases,

Their leaders stood rooted on pillars under metal tortes shells.

The Satco steel boxes came swinging from their corner,

corner to corner they came chanting Heil mein Anführer ! Heil mein Anführer! Heil mein Anführer! (Heil my leader).

I had to blow and blast them away with my swaths of light I spewed from/out of my magical arm.

I used my staff when that failed!

The staff was all powerful!

Is Always All Powerful!

A soul

A Beast

A Human

An animal.

All wrapped in one!

It would know how to out wit you any day kylo!

So yes I am pretty comfortable now sense I have this breeze and am in the crook of the valley of the tree.

And

All the while

day and night:

dawn, morning, noon, evening, and dusk I have magical birds with me.

your kind cannot see such things even with the power of the Force.

Yesterday they helped me in my weakest moments,

calling from afar:

I Am Here

I Am Here

I Am Here

I Am Here

I Am Here.

Kylo,

Invisible Birds you say?

I chatter to the words and silences of holograms-

Leia is my most frequent guest

Her old adversary Snokes visits me quite a bit though to gripe about the 9 sins of his wise cat that ran away.

Kylo continues, “I’ll be honest though…” ” Sometimes when I look like I am concentrating on zapping something or moving the tea pot across the room, hu humm medicinal tea, hugh hum, anyway as I was saying across the room I am really listing to Versus and rocking out in my head. I think that is why everyone thinks I am so cool and suave because I look focused even though it is just the music.”

Rey, “music you say?”

Annywayy,

I was fighting Robotic beings trying to help Ezra Bridger get a sith holocran so we could  break its triangular like form over the cliffs of Roann so they (it was one we are trying to get and their singular form is known to shape sift into multiple stationary objects so we use- it and they and the- form interchangeably when we are referencing the quote on quote sith holocrans, “which I actually think are evil in case anyone was,is asking!?!”) would dissipate and not be able to reform. The sith, Rey continues to rant, really, it is getting annoying saying sith holocran every time I want to reference the devil of a thing!!!?! I am declaring we call it the SITH, and we will all know what we are referencing! Anyway on top of my anyway, I was going to say the sith don’t breath no oxygen, so once we get them open on the rocks they aren’t able to reform and rebirth themselves.

 

 

Did you ask about music Kylo?

Kylo,

No, Not really. I was just saying to your birds of endurance and guidance I have my music.

 

Rey,

OH,

That was anti-climatic.

Did you hear… that tree… fall… just now… Listen…

Kylo,

NO.

Rey,

LISTEN>>>…!

Kylo,

…>>>!

KYLO WHISPERS,

LISTENING, (he momentarily grimaces, which Rey does not see in the act of looking off in the distance.)

KYLO thinking to himself,

{What is going on?}

Rey,

Did you know are ages are so far apart we wouldn’t even exist in a close enough generation to overlap and be able to fight together?

Kylo,

 

 

Rey,

Well, there is a way around that. He was a fit 26ish year old and I was a fit beyond my years 8 year old. I went back in time as an 8 year old and he went forward into time as 26ish yearold until we met. Then we went forward in time together(transporting as one entity) to you Kylo and mine’s present day that we are talking in here and now.

Kylo,

I just make a twin me and let that twin go to other dimensions,

sorta like Bleach if you want to visualize it without the pill. My twin is exactly like me though and doesn’t do stuff I wouldn’t do.

 

Rey,

HMMM

Kylo,

What?

Rey,

Music.

Kylo,

That Again?

Rey,

I wouldn’t drag it out,

Thats not me!

BBUUTT

I  Like In The Stars by Icona Pop, spinning to Leonard Cohen’s original album version of Nevermind and his song Slow, and soaking up the reverberating voice of Van Morrison in his This Weight.

Kylo,

?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The last Jetty that floats invisible through the road or through the forest with ray guns and reflected shields, no other can conquer our force!

 

Conversation exchange written by Sam Sutlive on April 6 and 7th, and April 27(1:00 to 1:41pm reposted 1:42pm)  2018 at night posted also at night no specific time stamp remembered. April 6 and 7th Inspired by photographs(the above photographs) of Kylo and Rey figurines that were taken by Kerry Mitchell.

 

 

 

Does The Maze Leave Anything To Remember. (A Rhetorical Question For Mental Review and Awareness).(Day 4) A Nod To Cycpyper.

 

“I dread the crowds
Where I see many faces but none [of] yours
Amidst all this haze
Is life anything but a maze?” exert from a poem by Cycpyper*.

But a Maze

Of intertwining lives,

Must you go out and about?

I went to a market,

an event or two

Walked around the block saw the neighbors

a few kittens.

The moments so real

end so quick,

How to hold on

Or decide to let go

Only to remember the essence of the moment-

Relaxed and kind,

In kind we return.

At the end of the day it is a walk around the block,

A cats meow

Honked horn

The man or woman bicycling by.

The essence will remain though in my mind as a dream seen from a far.

We will be there.

The next week did you feel the déjà vu as you discussed the poor growing season and the leaking roof in the corner over the sink. The market man was so relatable that part was new. That part was new? That part was new I knew it to be too. That part was new wasn’t it, was it not? The edginess under the tones floating by was barley visible to our tastes. Did we discuss such, Who knew?

 

 

 

Written by Sam Sutlive on April 6, 2018 for April 4 2018’s day of/for Poetry month with inspiration from and stanza borrowed from *Cycpyer’s poem titled Fear at:

Fear 

Sam Sutlive’s poem written in Oconee between 6:49pm and 8:00pm on April 6, 2018.

UNTITLED. —- OR. —- RETITLED. THE TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN, THE OLD TALE AT NIGHT.

The ground rises up

getting closer

a bending Lotus Flame magnified-

crisp.

getting even closer

the refraction’s light shifts

becoming not quite right-

fuzzy,

hazy,

Out Of Focus As They Say.

….

Before i touch

i wake

in clear

A Full Lotus Flame

five Filaments of Hyphae below

“just a Dream”?….

was it murmured.

….

The voices of uncertain folk,

of thoughts of child,

old as well as young of mind,… concern, and guilt.

the murmurs come more frequent

the murmurs come far between

the murmurs never come at all.

Yet I hear the voices in the air.

whispers coming near,

Will they find me to divulge that weight

lighten their feet

of that weight.

it is not for me to tell,

the wind shall blow

as it shall lie

YesToGuide-

to    guide    the    whispers    near—

Not At All.

Written by Sam Sutlive on February 14, 2017 around 9:30 through/to 11:05pm and tweaks through/to 11:38pm.

Inspired by lines from “Entitled” by Pseudonymous at https://consciousnesscreatesreality.wordpress.com/

Lines specifically used are: “was murmured” “five filaments of hyphae” “just a dream” “full lotus flame” “ground getting closer” “woke”. Full credit of quoted words or twisted tense of words goes to Pseudonymous.

Also inspired by a Chinese tale. A tree on top of a mountain, climb the mountain all day to tell your secrets and or guilt to the tree through the hole in the tree. If you have a concern, worry, or secret and hear this you will understand. If you don’t or are greedy and seedy (no pun intended there)  never mind for you will not understand and possibly do not have a conscious and or self conscious worry at the time you hear this.

Sincerely,

Sam Sutlive.

Title: Pulsating GLITTER.————- Ananya’s Poem Flowing Into Sam’s Poem Inspired by ananya’s poem.

 

Written by Ananya and Sam Sutlive Poem posted on February 13, 2017 at 4:00pm., for the February 12 and February 13, 2017 blog post.

Ananya’s poem Unheard Musings is in quotes and can be found at:

Unheard Musings.

 

 

The underlines, space, and font changes are mine and everything else including the content of the poem and punctuation of Unheard Musings is Ananyas.

 

 

 

 

“Do you hear me
the things that I don’t utter?
Will you only do so,
when my words will come coated with glitter?

How could you not?
My soul’s

screaming

the 

loudest.

If you don’t want to,
you pleasantly be my guest.”

Glitter Glitter on the wall what do you see after all.

Never ending exchanges of Insincerity, 

with Souls lurking for hard to find Sincerity, 

an Open Ear,

Only finding silence disguised as politeness…

The glitter now is our wall

intermingled with

Whisperings of Hellos 

Several more good byes replied 

Just a Glittery Wall,

A loud speaker for feigning empathy-

would you not rather have a lack of sincerity?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ananya’s website URL:

https://verbalseductionananya.wordpress.com/

Poem In quotes written by Ananya and the second half of the poem starting with Glitter Glitter on the wall is written(only the written version is here on the blog), recorded, and edited by Sam Sutlive on February 12, 2017 between 4:50 and 9:26pm.