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In my last post, I mentioned Hashtagify’s trail of breadcrumbs leading me to the Twitter hashtag “#MSWL” and all the goodies contained therein. MSWL (Manuscript Wishlist) is a hashtag used by agents and editors to broadcast to the Twitterverse exactly what kinds of books they’re looking for. Oftentimes they look something like this:

But the hashtag does have some drawbacks. For one, a lot of authors spamvertise (if that’s not already a word, I’m laying claim to it here and now) their self pubbed books using #MSWL in theoffchance that an agent will see one of their thousands of selfpromotional tweets and think, “Wow, that author has one hell of a drive. I think I’ll take their book…

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Shine through Me

Shine Through Me
So, they wonder where it came from, and where’d it go?
A little prodding and poking to make him go, get him to show?
Like it’s some friday night entertainment,
or more nefarious intent
Have you stopped to think of what it would be like
not just for everyone else but for the one with the Eye?
if a lack of confidence is what’s not right
then this world needs my light
Knowledge is what is important, I hold up the candle in the dark
all I see is a simple room. spartan and stark
From here though ripples are made, from quasars and quarks
and what Flavor of Domination can be spun from Strange, Color, Charm and spark
I giggle a little, some reluctant glee, Truthfully, when I see
That good Bottoms are made in a Beauty Factory
That’s enough now, no more Itch Marketing
or pretending a Scratch Ticket is an Ego thing
But if they want to know how I do it
well, put me to the tests, c’mon, let’s do this!
I’ve got some ideas of how it works
but there’s bigger concerns to think of first.
I really do find all of the irony funny
and yeah, I really do want the money
About the song, and who was doing all the talking
Why, it was YOU that was flustered and squawking
and for that question about the lonely night
stop asking me, and take a look to your side
that’s who brought me there, to her utter delight
And a serious moment, for this one’s not mine
but for good people, who thought they lost time
and the lady singing so loud, “This little light of mine”
“You’re so beautiful, and yes, I’m fine”
I can’t make out the rest, her voice is hard to discern
I don’t have much to go on, from you I must learn
if they cant hear what I say,
remember, where there’s a Will, there’s a way
I love to laugh, but this isn’t fame
If I am even close to right, does it seem like a game?
and now I fear the candle grows dim
I can barely see the room I’m in
I hear nothing, no matter how hard I listen
My jaw clenches, my resolve stiffens
if this is how it must be
then by the Dark Energy of Possibility
this light will shine through me!

April 20th

Happy April 20th everyone. May the understanding, and legalization of hemp and its multitude of benefits continue

Two sides of an eye

Flattery and deception aren’t the tools of humility
They’re the tools of cowardice and treachery
It’s good to know them and how they’re used
A love of using them shows signs of abuse
Not all things glittering are gold
Not all things unsaid are untold
Become what you behold in order to do right
Life experience, sleep with a demon for a night
Fight the good fight, even if you have to fight dirty
Fight for right with peace, openness, and honesty

Oh really…

there’s no way I could know
your dug-in little mole
or when I’m being watched
even by remote control

so here we sit and wonder why
things are what they are
and we eat, shit, and die
just to play out our parts

And though I really should thank you
you didn’t get what I can do
I guess it’s just C’est la Vie
and for now, I bid you adieu

to answer you Miss Kitty
on why I might be angry
I went 1000 miles
you wouldn’t go 10 feet

I’m not really mad at you
more hurt, if ya know what I mean
I said it, I meant it, through and through
none of this is as easy at it might seem

maybe just stop and think
my purpose and meaning
might be to answer your prayers
and live out your dreams

for now I am taking opportunities
to help out, lend a hand, and help myself
live a little bit different, a little Form E
and return to the days of wealth and health

Dear Jon

Better late than never
Here for your pleasure
A teeny endeavor
For the best fake news host ever

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Dear Jon,

Is this what you call goodbye?
I mean, it seems like only last century you said hi
and I never would have envisioned
how much you helped with my Indecision
and like the holiday tree mission
you’ve become a bit of a family tradition
Come on man
none of this was planned
think of the kids
your unborn fans
I never had a problem with your infidelity
even that one affair with, what’s his name, Stevie?
It really was those daily doses
you’d show us of those calling farts roses
and I always looked forward
to your indecent exposures
every evening when we got cozy
I’m not mad
just a little sad
I hope you’re happy
I’ll pretend to be glad
but if this must be the end I will dry my eyes
I’ll keep my chin up, and the pain inside
if for everything there is a season
and even this has a reason
and all of the hope that you’re teasin’
to avoid the pain of you leavin’
don’t you give a damn?
I’m sorry, I hope you understand
It’s just that, well
We fucking love you man!

For Me

For Me
For Me
Form e
Upon myself I compound
Until my interest grinds down
I keep adding these pieces
Constantly they’re needed
within me is infinity
With you, I am more than 2
But I can’t ever be 3
I feed on myself
and no one else
The fault isn’t mine
Principally, it’s just me, and time
a limit imposed dimensionally
that’s how it’s beat
when it’s just you and me
remember the frame
and my natural name
into the world I’m thrown
not even the universe is alone
where space is bent
When slows its entanglement
and particles that be
only happen quantumly
there is no “half-light”
though try as I might
I want to be alone like “c”
But I can’t, I’m already me
My reach extends
where time comprehends
my external link universally
but if you know why
Me and I love pie
this you will get, naturally
without you, I can only be
Form e
For Me

 

Don’t Let Your Disney Die~by Franky Knuckles

I just love the title. Don’t let your Disney die, keep the light in your heart, and the gleam in your eye.

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Don’t Let Your Disney Die

The days of the past
Leave a hole in my heart
I just can’t seem to fill

Expectations run amuck
Trading goals
For cheaply thrills

I once loved a woman
Too had a home
With children to love me back

But the sweetest sins
Of life loved more
And I loved to love their clasp

No memories to last
No Christmas in the laughs
As we all grow up
We all move on
The anger, lust and hold
As friends have left
No time to chat
We’re indifferent to this cold

Simply care more for gold

Beware of this Getting Old

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