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Let’s deface it—my reality isn’t the same—
Your world is an illusion—similarities set invisible base-lined boundaries.
We share this similarity
Just not the exact same
Ironic Zinc relates this (many things) to childlike innocence…
Why…?
Perhaps this is a direct result of how he has developed—emotionally—?
I should ask him—I have connections!
Nah...
That’s no fun. I know him well—
Allow me how…
As a child he recalls having a special, ignorant connection with people; in general.
At some point in his life, this feeling (or presence) left Mr. Zink—
Maturity processed realty that previous ignorance believed in; with conviction.
Ironic Zinc then absorbed wisdom through every pour of his collected consciousness.
He inhaled its truthful whisper in the wind…
Feeling as if he had been betrayed by practically the entire world—sniffing lies after lie…
Trust reflected through his misplaced eyes that had become wide-cut—Dilation.
Demented to the brink of insanity; Ironic Zinc bathed his anguish with substance
Testing the waters and questioning the vibe
Ironically, he then became them—
Those he now understands, only as misunderstood—empathetically.
Ironic Zinc has drifted apart from stead-fact claims and harsh negative judgments.
Growth is obvious, materialized through his poetic journey—revelations
I am Ironic Zinc…
My ultimate intentions are apparently pure
Equal or lesser than you
Positive judgment—morals—this is how we base beliefs
Negative judgment—called judgmental—flawed logic revealed
I am Ironic Zinc
He has issues—
Issues with current; present day society
Your world is an illusion—similarities set invisible base-lined boundaries.
We share this similarity
Just not the exact same
Let’s deface it—my reality isn’t the same...
Ir0nIc zINc 9-27-15
Many came with bright, lovely f l o w e r s to lay,
their T E A R S hung in the tall b e n d i n g trees;
and then their WEEPING drifted into the S I L E N C E,
I have laid here b e n e a t h the EARTH- years.
BENEATH the deep w h i t e snow and g r e e n grass;
and a little GIRL came often with Rose,
she l a i d ROSE on my tomb, so gently . . .
NOW- now, a beautiful young woman comes here.
"O h m y s i s t e r l o v e- do not grieve evermore,
LEAVE, leave, leave this DARKNESS and come n e v e r m o r e."
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January 7, 2017
Poetry/Verse/Its Too Early To Write Poetry
Copyright Protected, ID 17- 863-940-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, It's to early to write poetry
sponsor, Ironic Zink
Fifth Place
February marks the date but we don't celebrate.
Relationship is real, daily struggle, money, temptations, and
suicidal moments.
We took the scenic route but have only seen one mountain.
10/11/16
Yella
Written by My Amazimg girlfriend; Danielle Zink.
-Allowimg her to be a part of my poetic journey is enough probable cause to share wth her my Sweet last name. You may pronounce us Mr and Mrs Zink... (she has been my biggest fan for 3 years so she is (and has been) my poetic practice audience. And now she has even been not only using my words against me left and right, she has figured out how to write poetry... I do believe the replacement woman has been getting loose in the right field bullpen. I'm considering calling in the lefty as it has become obvious that she has come to know too much—about me and of the human mind. An obvious threat to any man currently married or divorced. That's not going to happen and I just made up some reader savvy nonsensense; or did I? I'm not telling. I love Danielle; that being said let's say the ups and downs of a "hypothetical" break up—as follows: Down Side: lose my family. Up side: with heartbreak comes more material for me to write more poetry! Hey! You must always look on the brightsides. Just in case she's still reading this; I loveyou honey! You are my world. Without you, I am lost in a ghetto trying to score and much much more. It's like a **** show. Peace in everyone, hang tough!
Ir0NIc Zink
Here from the ledge
looking into the liquid silence
across the abyss of time
the eye for detail is sharply seen
clear from this plateau,
giving new edge
to a life spanning out
flat, as a cord
where the view is worn
but, tautly keen with insight
Spliced are the wires that stretch out below me
according to colors
red joined to red
blue joined to blue
some which have tangled
mixing the hues
changing the views
from where I once stood
wedged deep in the canyons
looking up
Into two directions,
we reached for the sun
flapping our wings
running from truth
swimming with fear
the closer we veered
A view of the ordinary
became the exception
my eyes ever arching
to reach for the stars
by far, without reason
while seasons were passing
and strange as it seems
I learned to stop grasping
for what was unreasonable
I learned to grab on, holding on tight
to that which had meaning
than ever before
Here from the ledge
looking into the dust
across the abyss
of time that has passed
My eye for detail is honed sharp and keen
seen from the years,
giving new edge
to a life spanning out
flat, as a cord
where the view may be worn
but, sought....
perhaps taut........
with new insight
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In Another Time Contest
Sponsor Ir0nic ZiNk
There are unknown factors in life. Like when a poor person wins the lottery becoming. You are in control of your own outcomes. You being us in the situation(s) we find ourselves in. So you chose—And that choice has now become. A subconscious decision decides. I see it playing out. In played sight I see. A father that is dismissed from his daughter to better off her well being. A mother constricted to a decision yet, still at a loss for someone else, but not really; because. A fatherless life is immense. Driven in sadness and disguised by nothingness. Hidden behind from something nonexistent.
No I in we and.
I is in team. No loss in I—I say. I see. He said. I say he sees he said (and) we all are I without us.
Nobody doesn’t exist without a team..
We…are through in this case—Lost in that one, and this that may be some no any. Lost Indeed at least. At best is we. No longer poetic. He stops writing for awkward moments follow suit. A misfit body suit eating gourmet burgers, drinking lollipops—Full of kitchen sinks… Disposable. Replaced by another form from Costco on clearance but top of the line.
Found on sale…
End
11-28-2021
Ironic Zink
I write my verses in seclusion and solitude,
in isolation, free from disturbances and interference, I write;
once upon a time I kept my poems secret in concealment,
privacy was required for me as I was so afraid of what people would say.
Then one day, I got the courage to share them,
I posted them online, and they became subject to piracy, theft;
plagiarism, pillage, copyright infringements, and plundering,
bootlegger raiders, marauders and thieves of words roam around cyber world.
Those who cannot write will mimic, mirror, echo,
replicate, forge and appropriate, rip off my words and your words;
a total copy cat, or just duplicate random lines, oh the sad pain,
but how does one prove these stolen words are true, bona fide, and genuine.
So, I write my verses quietly in authenticity,
I share them with the world, I send them on wings of beauty;
and should a low down, no good thief steal my words away;
there is nothing I can do to stop them, but never can they steal my soul.
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November 17, 2016
Poetry/Verse/ I Am The Real Thing
Copyright Protected, ID 16-850-914-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest,Privacy is Like Piracy
sponsor, Ironic Zink
Second Place
Hatching the Dead
Blocking out unopened space this prison in my head
Crawling all up inside of me laying eggs to hatch the dead
The silent stillness reminding me that I must be all alone
An inferno burns inside where only the Devil feels at home
No safety signs flash warnings, stop this bleeding in my mind
Relaxing is just a broken dream my nightmares can never find
Don't say things will get better, false hope only breeds hate
Learn to accept suffering instead of fist fighting your own fate
With these lessons the student fails, their are no passing grades
Don't watch, think about, or remember me, my impression always fades
Just in case you were wondering I'm not scared but I am afraid
Dead gone the exhausted me, living with death in different shades
Written for contest "Basic Rhyming Words"
Hosted by: IrONic ZiNk 05/21/17
WON 1st PLACE IN CONTEST RESULTS
Life is a smile of a newborn in mother's arms
Arts and crafts of stained glass from grains of sand
Freedom of a chick on its very first flight
Love of a mother scurrying beside a young fawn
Float on a lotus pond in style of white swans
Lyrics of nature scripted in nightingale's song
Painting in vermilion tints rising on meadows of fall
Rivers rushing down from spring mountaintops
Romance in lover's eyes watching a new dawn
Wonder in breath of a single-celled amoeba
September 14, 2019
HM: Strand special 5 by Brian Strand
Life poetry contest; Sponsor: Ironic Zink
Just as easy as it may be for you to quit your job and find another of equal credibility...You are exactly that expendable.
Take a moment to look after both little and big decisions.
Especially in "the heat of the moment..."
Words are an act once spoken upon another individual.
A children's rationalization seems to be in propriety.
"Why is it not smart to tell secrets in a corn field?"
"Because there are too many ears..."
A joke is more than likely based on a bit of wisdom.
Allow learning to be had in even the most 'seemingly' irrational scenarios.
Positive advice from Ir0nic zInk—
12/08/16
I return again to that shore at last,
Not so distant a voice murmurs softly from the past,
Those memorable tones sooth and uplift,
A wave with each breeze offers a welcome back gift.
A grain of sand brings about many more,
As toes wrestle deeply in your bleach white shore,
How should I pray in awe of your sight?
This mighty stroke of art no mortal can enlight.
I peek to hear your subliminal voice,
One of chance and not by choice,
This pure rich nature leaves nothing to endure,
Your methods are solid and your heart is pure.
I prepare again as I make my leave,
What possesses my duty is hard to conceive,
One last kiss seals my vow to return,
To a shore whose whispering waves I yearn.
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Published: 05/21/2017
Contest: basic rhyming words
Sponsor: Ir0nic Zink