Invictus By William Ernest Henley (Featured Poet)

Out of the night that covers me, 
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning’s of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

HEART ATTACK! (RANDOM THOUGHT W/ AUDIO)

http://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/heart-attack#play

SO GLAD I STILL HAVE MY YOUTH

BECAUSE IF I WERE 80

I WOULD BE DEAD

FROM THIS HEART BREAK

FOOTNOTE (ABOUT MY AVATAR)

I am a writer, and the joy of being a writer is having some versatility. I get to write about whatever I want, and hope you, the reader, can find some common ground. “My Avatar” is dark; she is the little girl that lives in me, she is a spoiled, rotten, weird, little brat. She is all my fears and a product of every person who ever hurt me. She is all my resentments I still work so hard to let go of still today. She is a product of every man that ever broke my heart, starting with my father.

She is the product of a mother who was murdered and a father who was never around. “My Avatar” the character is a lot of things, but most of all she is afraid. She is afraid of you and she is afraid of the woman in me that continues to discipline her. “My Avatar” is more than a little dark. I love this project because it challenged me as a writer to write about something different.

When I read books, stories and poetry I often wonder if the people are anything like what or who they write about. Of course we are our characters on some level.

I had to put this footnote in this book. I had some friends who I trust to critique some of my writings ask me if I was alright. That made me smile; an effective writer should impact the reader. I believe I had done that. My hope is it will impact you the same way  it did my friends who critiqued my manuscript. Of course I am ok, just me doing what I love to do, write.

WELCOME TO MY PEACEFUL INSANITY 

RANDOM THOUGHT

I apologize for any offensive poetry, haikus’ random thoughts, epigrams or comments. I am skilled at reading between the lines, I do it every day with clients I work with. Often times I speak without thinking, it gets me in trouble a lot but believe me I mean no harm. I promise, I’m soft as butter.

I am learning that it is not good to speak so abrasively with people I don’t know (bloggers.) Writers will never admit it but we are sensitive about what we write and I must, must, must be mindful about that because causing harm can come in many forms.

On the flip side, tough skin is important in the world of blogging and you must be open to almost anything. I do try to be respectful as possible without restraining my writing, something I have very little control over. I am sorry about your sensitivity but I cannot apologize for what I write.

Comments are within my control, I can taper those, but my writing has its own personalities. I am skilled at reading between the lines, life experience, some of the best training and education have almost made me an expert at it. I know what it is people don’t say or indirectly say, or say even when they don’t say it. I get paid to read people.  I have studied some of the bloggers I follow unconsciously but studying people is what I do. I do it even when I don’t realize I’m doing it. Some personalities stronger than others on WordPress and it has been a great journey and very educational. I am in love with social interaction from a blogger’s perspective.

     

http://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/my-avatar-part-3-poetry#

This twisted kiss

I’m hating this

Exposing all this fckin’ shit

The word play

The comments today

Lead me down a path of twisted no where’s

With shares and likes

But who is it that really sits behind that pc

From my solace carries malice

But you wouldn’t know just by reading me

Never seeing me but looking thru me

From my reality

My Avatar

She waves goodbye to me

Only a morbid sign

Of rotten chimes

Sounds of angels

But the root is mangled

And I will never be granted my wings

Because off all the bad things I’ve seen

As I watch her play on that wicked and rusted swing

Posting this shit for you to read between what’s caught

The twisted thoughts

A fckin’ sadist

 Is how I made this

Sick game

For her own personal gain

Re-lived

Innocents

Free me from this dark cloud of razor blades

Anxiety and depression

Living in this lesson

That I tainted with my own haunted files

I only needed her for a little while

Now bats circle my bed

Like a storm brewing over my head

And stewing in suicidal thoughts

Caught in a web

That keeps me isolated

Gabriel keeps trying to get me to journey the map

It’s a silly trap and I remember the road that it traveled for way too long

Singing hate me by Blue October http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ddxgsvjinlu

Left

Right

And none are right so I lose sight

Of what’s right with the wrong

And I listen while crying to Blue October’s song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ddxgsvjinlu

Hate me

 

LOST GIRLS (AUDIO POETRY)

http://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/lost-girls-poetry#play

REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOY (;

MY AVATAR ( SHORT READ, POETRY FORM PART 1).

http://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/my-avatar-poetry#play

Why give me this body that imprisons my soul? 

I Rome this bruised space hiding from my own disgrace

That spills over in my world

That only knows me as a little girl

But I am a woman!

And I know because I have the scars to prove it

I have tits and ass like an hour glass

And puberty has been years passed

But I am still a little girl

And my avatar wants to leave because I won’t let her breathe

Smothering her with my fears of

Today …

Tomorrow…

And most of all yesterday

But she stays to play anyway

Realistic

Misogynistics

Can’t stand her because

She is protected

By her avatar

https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2012/02/04/my-avatar-short-read-poetry-form-part-2/

https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2012/11/16/my-avatar-poetry-part-3-w-audio/

https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2012/11/20/my-avatar-part-4/

https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2012/11/20/footnote-my-avatar/

THE CHALLENGE. THANKS, SAGEDOYLE (:

OK, SO IT WOULD SEEM LIKE A CHALLENGE AND IT WAS. THIS IS HOW THE WORLD WORKS, WE SEE OTHERS DO THINGS WE ONLY WISH WE COULD DO AND IT MOTIVATES US TO GETTER DONE (:  SO THANK YOU SAGE http://sagedoyle.wordpress.com/ FOR MEETING THE CHALLENGE HEAD ON. THERE WAS NO DOUBT IN MY MIND THAT YOU WOULD BE ONE OF THE FIRST TO GETTER DONE BECAUSE QUALITY BLOGGING IS WHAT YOU DO.  I WILL BE VEWWEY, VEWWEY CAREFUL THE NEXT TIME I CHALLENGE SOMEONES ELSE. THE MESSAGE FOR ME OUT OF ALL THIS IS I MUST BE WELL PREPARED TO DO WHAT I CHALLENGE OTHERS TO DO. SO HERE GOES…

THE CHALLENGE WAS TO WRITE A SHORT STORY OR POEM RECOGNIZING ALL MY AWARD WINNERS, HERE GOES…

IF MY SOUL COULD SPEAK http://ifmysoulcouldspeak.wordpress.com/  IT WOULD SAY MANY THINGS THAT ONLY THE UNIVERSE COULD UNDERSTAND. SEE, I AM A YOMICFIT  http://yomicfit.wordpress.com/ SCATTERED WITH THE MISFITS WHO LIVE ON THE NIGHTSYDE http://thenightsyde.wordpress.com/. FLOATING ON HIGH TIDE AND TIE-DYE  WISHING THEY COULD BE RUNNING ON SOBER http://runningonsober.wordpress.com/ . AS THEY MAKE MENTAL NOTES https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/ http://mentalnotes2.wordpress.com/ WHILE SMOKING HOPE AND FANTASIZING ABOUT LOST DREAMS AND FORGOTTEN HOPE. FROZEN IN THEIR OWN DREAM PARALYZED ON HIGH BEAMS, EYES HIGH BEAMED PARANOID FROM THE COCOA BEAN AND STILL WISHING THEY COULD BE RUNNING ON SOBER .http://runningonsober.wordpress.com/

SAGE DOYLE  http://sagedoyle.wordpress.com/SPOKE ABOUT GRIMM AND HIS WALL, WHO DOESN’T MIND THE FALL BECAUSE HE LIVES IN HIS OWN ISOLATED WORLD THAT HE HAS BOARDED UP WITH NICK KNACKS AND TRINKETS AND A WALL THAT NOT EVEN EMMA CAN PUSH. LONLEY WALLS AND HALLS THAT WERE WINDOWS TO MY SOUL http://window2mysoul.wordpress.com/ KIND OF TOOK CONTROL AND NOW WALL IS HIS GRIMM THAT KEEPS PEOPLE AWAY FROM HIM. ISOLATED, MUTILATED, DESECRATED, HE IS THE WINDOW TO MY SOUL .http://window2mysoul.wordpress.com/

REVEREND HELL FIRE http://reverendhellfire.wordpress.com/KEEPS TALKING IN MY EAR ALL THIS f****** LYRICAL ANARCHY http://lyricalanarchy.wordpress.com/2012/10/27/saturday-poetry-sampler-2/ REDERIC, GIVING ME A F****** HEAD ACHE ABOUT JESUS AND THE DEVIL. I WILL LIVE OR I WILL BURN, LIKE DUST I CAME AND LIKE DUST I WILL RETURN. I THANK YOU IN ADVANCE FOR YOUR READING PLEASURES (: http://readinpleasure.wordpress.com/ THE TRUTH IS I’D LIKE TO SEE HEAVEN AND BE INPLANTED WITH PEARLY WHITE FEATHERS.

I JUST WANT TO LOVE LIFE AND MY POETRY http://lovelifeandpoetry.com/author/gloriathepoet/ , SO IT IS AND SO IT WILL BE. LIKE MISHABURNETT http://mishaburnett.wordpress.com/ SAYS “I FEEL LIKE I HAVE LOST  MY SENSE OF ME”. HE SAYS “I LOST MY SENSE OF WONDER” SO HE BLUNDERS IN THE DAY BUT IN THE DARK LOOKING FOR HIS OWN POETIC MAGIC http://poetmagic.wordpress.com/, AND WE ALL HAVE IT ,DON’T EVER LET IT GO BECAUSE THEN WE BEGIN TO BLUNDER AND START TO BELIEVE WE HAVE LOST CONTROL. I AM THE WINDOW TO MY SOUL  http://window2mysoul.wordpress.com/ ONLY IF MY SOUL COULD SPEAK http://ifmysoulcouldspeak.wordpress.com/

TELL ME YOU LOVE ME (HAIKU)

WELL BLOGGERS I FELT THE NEED TO REPOST THIS BECAUSE I AM NOT FEELING THE LOVE! HE SAYS HE LOVES ME, HOWEVER HIS WORDS ARE EMPTY. I SWEAR I ALMOST WENT FLIP MODE THIS EVENING, BUT I HAVE COME TO FAR TO GO TO JAIL. I REALLY WANTED TO HURT THIS MAN, LOVE IS REALLY A VERY POWERFUL EMOTION,,,(LONG SIGH) WHERE IS MY KNIGHT IS SHINNING ARMER CAUSE HE AINT HIM!

 

I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT THIS HAIKU, LOST IN THE ARCHIEVES, THANK YOU http://andro53.wordpress.com/ FOR YOUR COMMENT YOU MADE ME SMILE AND REMINDED ME HOW NICE IT IS TO FEEL APPRECIATED EVEN IF IT IS FOR A SIMPLE HAIKU.

At least the rain does

The words you do not say hurt

The sound is called love