⛳ 🎭 Edward Rinaldi 🐐 🍉
@blindedbeatpoet.bsky.social
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blindedbeatpoet.bsky.social
unfurling the ides
in brief glimpses
fire and crows...
blindedbeatpoet.bsky.social
when the culling starts remember we are to be turned into
batteries for a machine learning future, one that is ripe with
how the role of being sold cracked mythology is a keystone
to maintaining and broadening control
perceptual and perfunctory

in this place history is a story repeated

often
blindedbeatpoet.bsky.social
🌊 shiva linga
hummingbird sounded sunlight
everywhere nowhere
rite there near where a breath
catches us on fire
we swear by watching tippled incrementalisms
accepting fate as if liberated like beetles when Winter
i remembered cherries darling
the dark ones, so juicy, so cold #emoetry #vss365
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anntigone.bsky.social
A young aversion
due to introversion—
any #speech I'd resist,
if #impromptu,
oh Jesus Christ,
let me cease to #exist,
scuttling out
like a #beetle

adulthood #unveil ed
a new me,
I don't turn heel,
run from the lectern,
I nail myself to the spot
& in hellfire I rot,
I call it growth—
maturation.
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mwplovesmusic.bsky.social
#Emoetry prompt for 10/15/2025

is

#Liberated

#writingcommunity #poetry @fafo-poets-society.bsky.social
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anntigone.bsky.social
I stand on the threshold,
a #doorway
in front of me

do I become a slave
or remain #liberated?

In my hand
I hold the key,
gleaming brilliant
like #ore,
precious as
a delicate #oyster

I know my fate
yet barely hesitate.

Love is the key,
I open my heart.

#Emoetry #WildWalkPrompt
#vssdaily #whistpr
blindedbeatpoet.bsky.social
in an early morning dark
sparks and fingertips trailing over wooly blankets
these discharges tell me all i need to know about
feeling triboelectric and how the future is always
concerning itself with my breath rite now
so i sip black coffee and i grind some sativa
and find myself quietly aware
blindedbeatpoet.bsky.social
poem and witch

we met walking byes and wards
seemed we were both
a written bitten bent strut mutt-a-many
good-n-plenty in a bowl on the coffee table
beads over a doorway to the back, we sat
easy chair smelling to a map less here
feeling the tingles when in
someone's house for the first time
blindedbeatpoet.bsky.social
ground flower and a few prayers worn like spells
as the light leaves further the night grows more inviting
morning a later and later arrival each day these moons
blindedbeatpoet.bsky.social
vines fine spindled rope
hung up on terms
endearing static meaning
lean bones being ache tomorrow today
we siphon the heart of the sun from our marrow
dreams sped near east asia
community water source
toting 10L containers to every house
painting raindrops on their doorways #vssdaily #prompt
mirrored late fall early spring kind of rust blue gold cloudy sky and deciduous tree line... folding in on itself forming faces and other what have yous
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votebiue.bsky.social
Even the animals aren’t safe….
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charmeuse.bsky.social
but would you sit outside
in the cold air with me
for a minute
and drink in the night sky
and then kiss me
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jackiebouvier.bsky.social
I don't give a fuck I'll repost something with a typo in it. I'm a fucking rebel.
blindedbeatpoet.bsky.social
the fold and furls of the fields shall remain wild
at least in heart or we might risk losing our way
to becoming beautifully lost
who needs to be found
as if a thought before it is ever born
where is the magic in that
unpredictable is the indeed the key
feeling to felt fibers encoded without
blindedbeatpoet.bsky.social
we don't have cigarette lighters here sir

i can't get a bic disposable to light pre-rolls with
but i can get a box of whip-its with fancy cream dispenser
and a kitchen torch a lot might use for a faster melting base

yes sir, culinary items we stock well
but we don't sell cigarettes anymore...
blindedbeatpoet.bsky.social
evening thins quickly what divides waking
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porcelainsiren.bsky.social
I was a child ballerina in the 80s, so obviously I was radicalized by Gregory Hines and Mikhail Baryshnikov in the 1985 film White Nights.
blindedbeatpoet.bsky.social
quick alt txt hit send then remember most folks won't read
and don't want to anymore being acclimated to computational
empowerment... little did we know how we needed the fourth
and fifth dimensions in order to find where we fed chaos
with clean houses and swept walks
blindedbeatpoet.bsky.social
jump sky eyes open nose more so
can you run rabbit says the cat in watership down
how many eternally growing economies does it take
to make the mother of all black holes
enough to float a dance scene some wear required
every car was empty and running as if the rapture happened
and we missed it
a person is standing on a beach with a rope around their feet .
Alt: a person is standing on a beach with a rope around their feet or it's a Fellini scene and the rope is tied to a person floating high above the beach as if a balloon
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blindedbeatpoet.bsky.social
leek bots and onion-ated dust bunnies
we said we could read the funnies
but we weren't in any hurry to tell the future
what we were thinking as we saw predictive tech
being restrictive and spawning a hunger further constricting
what Life could be and ought to, well as oughts go
the good decade