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…a Challenge renude…

…hello, few readers…been long time no speak since i have chosen to directly address the massive Here, and so my complacency as well as my consistency has fallen by the wayside as i have allowed myself to go throughout various key phases of this life preventing me while on my journey of currency to journal with a similar integrity that one might be used to at this point, not a trick of the mind or the light instead altercations of a slacker of fortune caught in a raw-dog god war of local proportions not spread equitably amongst the peoples trapped reacting to those hollow-point words that trigger offensive behavior in the authority we thought we could trust yet the smell of an organic sour rust fills the sinus cavity to clog us….perhaps the scent of death or debt of life as it is now set on ‘just-keep-livin’ while the collectors circulate like a halo of buzzards over our heads with thoughts too heavy to sustain the pressure forever… so tangents aside, i haven’t been writing poetry like i should/need to in order to maintain a creative separation between those ephemeral and retro-feral worlds that humans like us are born into without a clue as to whose interests are in our favor, and we search almost endlessly for a certainty to hold onto whether that anchor becomes a relationship an object or a series of words like a mantra to guide us through the unclear and the unknown that thickens as a fog does when too many elements coalesce into confusion of interstitial absolutes that ever shift sifting sands of time once manifested as artifactual residues to accumulate transforming into cogent figures having arisen upon the horizon clouded from view as perspectives adapt to the patterned filters to pull vital parts from the segmented chaos stirring up the dimensional tempest timESPace is into a temporal rift catapulting us as vessels on wholly a journey beyond that slit in the velvet from which we are grafted together mentally-melded records… though finding a wandering mind curious what or whom would have access to that universal archive of shared memory as hourglass sands subtly slipping out of view out of thought until that lifeforce gives way to something else entirely as the energy Here shifts where needed never dissolving from existence, which brings me to why i called you to this slice with your eye with a name i cannot lie that reveals my intentions quite clearly to me in recalling the essence of why i started writing all this material to begin with as a challenge not an obstacle to aid in the personal evolution that each of us enters into without knowing how or what the journey entails, and whose entrails have come one-eighty degrees for me so the stagnancy ends now as i begin to wage a battle with myself and nature and words and whatever powerful series of forces influences my decisions to accept the renewed challenge starting next month to write and publish my thoughts or poetry or whatever stories i have to share with what little audience i really have in the Out There for what i hope will go further than a year of this consistent practice making me better mind body and soul… maybe doing so will help me clear out the voices whose residency might just come to an end if they cannot start producing whatever it is i have to produce, to engineer ideas into artifacts that can find a common ground for others to communicate, or to somehow spark inspiration out of this madness…

thanks, khet_:/