Soulsounding

Masakatsu agatsu (Echo of a transient life- Love lives here)

[quietdissidentlyricist]

If poetry’s confession

Is writing then a church

Where words provide a sanctuary

For all human experience & hurts?

If Tumblr’s a confessional

Is Staff then our priest?

Are readers our ordained hearers,

Absolving life’s heresies?

If tags convey our penance

In #spilled ink or #free verse

Is repetition expressed devotion

Or simply sins rehearsed & reworked?

If syllables’ sharing can’t or won’t atone

For crimes of humanity

Heaven help this hellsite - we know

The spilled ink won’t stop flowing…

[quietdissidentlyricist]

If we were to rate

The evils of human commission

Which atrocity deserves to be termed

The ultimate sin, the horror that’s worst?

How do we assign to human suffering, grades

As if one type of grievance is somehow less

Because another is said to be graver?

Is loss of life worse, or abuse of power?

One ends potential corrective measures

The other increases wrongs suffered

I’m not here to argue one over another

Because it seems to be a straw man endeavor -

The greatest wrong to me would seem to be

The one we can stop or change, but choose to do nothing…

[quietdissidentlyricist]

He was the worst of cats

So

Maybe the best of cats

He loved - no, needed us to pet his ass

So he could eat

Yes really

I’m not exaggerating

So from the beginning

So he tried to give me the last chance at the end

Yet in my busyness and impatience

I missed it

Now

I miss him…

R. I. P. Assbutt…

You mighta been a jerk

Admit that you were-

But you chose me

My ginger lap kitty

I hope you knew you’re loved 💔

[quietdissidentlyricist]

Sometimes

It’s nice to be ahead of the curve

Even if you didn’t have a name for it before

Hecque, it’s sometimes even better to not know

That somehow a catchphrase has come about

Like the old ‘Fear of missing out’

I’m wryly glad to discover

My possible schadenfreude has been termed

The joys of missing out

Ah well

At least I could enjoy it before now…

[quietdissidentlyricist]

Today

I had myself a treat:

Some water (chilled) served neat

Oh, and then to satisfy my ape-tite

I’d watermelon 🍉 sliced and cubed

Of course, I’d not be so rude

As to neglect protein needs too

So fixed a salad full of leaves

With peppers, corn, black beans

Topped with a healthy chunk of meat

Drizzled with sauce (mayo-chipotle)

Paired with kombucha (berry)

Deliciousness both fun and savoury!

Anyway, that’s goodly part of my day’s eats

No, I didn’t post pics on an Insta story

You’ll just have to use your powers of imagining…

Now why am I elaborating

On things most folks share visually?

If a pic’s worth a thousand words

The pity’s that it can’t be heard

Within your mind the while you read -

Plus, I’m still under wordcount by centuries

So here’s to my multisensory verbal economy!

[quietdissidentlyricist]

I remember

The pineapple fried rice that I didn’t order

(It was my uncle or aunt)

And the beef laarb salad 🥗 that for once,

Was spicy 🥵 🌶️ 🌶️ 🌶️ enough to make me struggle a little bit to finish

Well

Id also had Mexican food in the preceding few hours

So my stomach wasn’t really needing more anyways

I remember the car ride from the family cemetery

Blessedly quiet with my mother’s brothers

When asked why I chose to ride with them,

I said,

“Because I know you don’t say things without good reason”

And my elder uncle told the other,

“She means we should just shut up, N-!”

We laughed

But I didn’t mean that

I really meant

That they wouldn’t try to pick to try to find a vulnerability

Just so they could turn the spotlight on how they were feeling regardless of others’ sensitivity

And that I could tell them that because I knew they’d understand

And for the most part, only talk if they’d something to say really

And I remember we stopped and got ice cream at the Dairy Queen 🍦

Because I didn’t remember ever going there before

(Until awhile afterwards reminded of how Grandad took us once during a visit)

I remember being grateful for the respect for need for respite and relief

From others’ performative empty shows of grief

…

I remember

Seeing the moment I became the adult in that chaotic tumultuous emotional moment of reckoning

In a stark instant of realization of their own recognized futility

I could handle what needed to be done

So I did it

No regrets

(Sometimes that’s the best path for personal peace)

I wonder how much guilt or regret really compels meaningful change in actual reality

They didn’t know what to do about something they couldn’t talk their way out of or ignore anymore

So they just kept going on as before,

Talking

Full of words designed to elicit sympathy

But

They left the work of actually caring

To me

And others who did

While they blathered and blubbered on

Oh isn’t it heartbreaking

I’m tired of that same old worn song-&-dance routine

I’m not humouring or giving it any further attention or energy

But

I remember

Who did

And who didn’t

And who did, who was there

When, what, and how they could to show real care

& what’s said yet left empty of doing

And

I’m grateful for the undesirable opportunity to gain clarity

Because

The ability to see & recognizing

The glaring difference between verbosity and consistency

Is a lifelong boon and blessing

for my past, present, & future wellbeing…

[quietdissidentlyricist]

It’s okay to be okay

Or not, even

Or oddly enough,

At odds

Yes

To be an outsider may give us pause

At times, cause to be concerned

Yet

Sometimes

To be at peace

You must detach from the cacophony

Of being

Or often, rather, striving to be

Relevant/productive/profitable

(Really, anything

That’s imposed as a barrier to belonging

Other than simply being and/or trying)

It’s okay

To have standards

And different priorities

The thing is,

Sometimes

We need to simply be

Free to just be

Regardless of whether penned by Lennon or McCartney

Or whoever else said the thing

In-famously blatant uncaring

Unknowing

Indifference

I’m not denying the validity of origins

Nor disputing authenticity

I’m off-piste?

Off topic, off the beaten path? Off track?

Fuhgettaboutit,

Can’t say nuthin’ originally

But

I can choose not to care

Whether another said truth too

Of which I’m unaware

Because

Baby, I’m more concerned about the actuality

Of realizing existence is more significant than just novelty

I’m okay to be out of [original] line/s

If it means

That I’m more present in reality

And living with authenticity

But mostly

I’m content to be at peace

With myself

Just being me

Not depending

On anyone’s approval

Or opinion of me

Or insistence of conformity

To an arbitrary measure of originality

It’s alright if you don’t agree

I can still love myself

Even if they don’t like or approve of me

😘😜😌

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[cherokeeghostwriter]

Has anyone seen this before?

[quietdissidentlyricist]

Look further down the supposed ‘support’ blog pages and you’ll see it’s spam, just reblogs of dubious merch, or blank blogs -

@staff in case tumblr’s official staff might be interested in seeing this new scam,

Ive already reported and blocked all the spam accounts (commenters included) and highly encourage everyone else to do the same!

[quietdissidentlyricist]

Outside

Isn’t inferior to being Inside

It’s just another side

Looking in

Instead of out

Of course when it rains,

We often prefer in to out

But

Then again

When it’s lovely

When the sunshines soft

And breezes waft

Wildflowers bloom

Songbirds chirp aloft

In trees’ limbs lightly swayed by wind

I’m happier outside then & there than in

Yet come the night

When coldest, to writhe

And nestle warm beneath the sheets

Seems then superior to me

It’s more often a point of states

And which one is now better to be…

[quietdissidentlyricist]

If you’re only happy or content

When you have exactly what you want

When things go your way -

When circumstances are ideal to serve your ends -

Then

Life isn’t likely to be easy or happy for long

But

In time

And with experience

I found

The greater the perspective

The more I could be glad

For others & the good

That I could give and/or share with them

The more I learned to find happiness

in furtherance of not just my own

but also of others’ benefit

The more occasion I had

To find reasons to be glad

Rather than my happiness being dependent

Solely on how life treated me

Or what I did or didn’t have…

[quietdissidentlyricist]

It’s the last day of June

I’m telling the truth

But if you reblog tomorrow

July…

…

(Have a silly summer couplet, if you like)

[quietdissidentlyricist]

There’s a little literary pixie

Unknown by few but fools

Who loves to play with rhymish schemes

And dabble with scribbled syllables

She’s always been a playful minx

Who meddles in nonsensicality

She flirts with fancy shamelessly

And flits off when it’s too tidy

Attending to her mischief,

Muse

A force of nature artists woo

dances only to whimsy’s tune

Laughs in the face of literal truth

And revels on in glamours’ ruse

Inspires

And enchants our minds, hearts, eyes

Beyond fiction, fantasy takes flight!

[impactrueno]

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[quietdissidentlyricist]

Holes: making food better since forever

Although

It’s really the gases if you think about it

Or rather,

The chemical reactions

of ingredients interactions

And oh the fun of organic transformations

Accomplished by fermentation -

It’s the holes in bread or cheese

It’s the punch of pickling and kimchi

It’s the fizz of juice reborn as wine -

It’s the pop of corn

or a champagne corkin’ good time

Why else complain if the bubbles’ off the wine?

Donut holes also help with the fry

So what I’m seeing along these lines

In short, it’s the business of air space

And chemical changes’ flavor-laden party time 🥳

[quietdissidentlyricist]

Into the purple

Hues born of apl(u)m

Enrobed as royalty

(No mere small snail,

Mollusks remade into elitest rare shade)

While History demystifies,

Mythology memorializes

Although but little in size

A contribution’s worth elevates

Its originators’ place!

[quietdissidentlyricist]

Wonder

Is a re-enchantment of reality

Smitten by the realm of not only ‘Is’

Drawn by the magnetism of ‘Maybe?’

Falling for a world of possibilities

Dreamers delight in the inbetween

A fanciful realm of ideas and schemes

Unafraid of Faerieland,

Words winged with daring

Myth and mystery hand in hand

By embrace of whimsy and exploration

Ecstatic revels in Imagination

Life is re-enchanted…

[quietdissidentlyricist]

Sometimes peace

Is a messy, backtracking meandering process

Learning and acknowledging

That many harms done won’t be atoned for

(Much less remediated or even admitted

By the perpetrator as a wrong committed-)

After all, aren’t so many of us the hero

In our own storyline,

Whereas

In reality

It’s a lot more messy

Because you see

They’re their own protagonist too

Possibly even nursing grudges against [you]

(All I did was say, “Isn’t that what friends are for?”

Was trying to help set them at ease

But apparently

There was a Tone️️️™

That I didn’t know

Was taken as ‘nasty’

Welp

Heaven help me

See how easily

the unknown damage is done?)

Can’t always help how something

Intended to help

Is received…

(¯\_(ツ)_/¯