Thursday, February 2, 2017

The Fire

There are those who would give up.
There are those who would lose faith.
Then there are people like me just trying to muddle through and get another day out.

Just another day and then one after it's in one afterwards and so on.
Then you have your new job.
“Wait a minute!

I’m disabled now.”
Well you are but you still have fight the fight.
Wrangling insurance companies like “Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots.”

I have phone calls to make and I sit on the phone or sometimes an hour or more waiting for an answer.
Healthcare in America is getting worse.

I miss the way the interface with the general public used to work.
How customer services would work in the past.
Serving customers (SHOCK!!)

As good people we should always be there in some regard or another.
So what to do and how to do it is the question?
I do not know the answer.

I think right now we wait we observe what is going on.
We point out the dangerous.
We need faith.

There is a test of fire coming.
How will you deal with it?
With fear or with faith like “Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego”.

Either way there is going to be a fire.
It’s up to you what to do.
Me? I have another load of wash to do.

The rest I will leave to the Lord.

K.J.K.  2/2/2017

Saturday, May 7, 2016


Riding The Wave

We resist it.
Fight it.
Go ninja warrior on it.

The frightening aspects of the unknown.
Pain and loss of separation.
From what and who falls away:
Leaving us vulnerable.

"Everything was fine the way it was."
"Going smoothly."
"I don't want to do this."
"Or say good bye."

Some bury their head in their hands and cry.
Some pray.
Some ignore change whilst it sweeps them aside.
Some let go:

Riding the change like it is a wave.
Flowing out from all directions.
To destinations unknown.
Landscapes both foreign and inviting.

The truth is this:
There is no growth without change.
No appreciation for vistas unknown.
No consideration of what could be.

You can't fight it.
You can't stop it.
Better to ride the wave
Knowing it's going to be a bumpy ride.

K.J.K. 5/7/2016

Sunday, April 24, 2016


Pink Floyd sang about bricks in the wall.
Cold and crazy.
Like the Mad Hatter.

Each brick an incident.
Leading up to the end:
Total madness.

In life there are some bricks.
I think there are more patches though.
The softness of love.

Hearts on cloth panels.
Sewn upon this framework:
The lives we are.

Reaching out from the middle.
Panel after panel.
An entire life.

Sewn with golden thread.
Each connected to the other.
With plenty of thread left over for the future.

Which is yet to be known.

K.J.K.  4/24/2016

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Cold Purple

Food was eaten.
Tea being poured.

Prince was on the radio.
"Raspberry Beret."

She smiled and ran to the freezer.
Taking out dessert.

Raspberry, of course.
We laughed through the final chords of the song.

Raspberry Sorbet on a hot summer day.
Etched in the halls of fond memories.

K.J.K.  - 04/21/2016

Rest In Peace Prince

Saturday, April 2, 2016


There's a change in the air.
Can't you feel it?

A coldness.
From warm smiles.

Locking in two step.
Triangle wearing  goons.

The story is old.
We should know better.

Remember the mistakes of others.
Lest we make them ourselves.

Kristallnacht can happen again.
If we let it.

K.J.K. - 4-3-2016

Thursday, March 10, 2016


It's coming:
This storm.

Gathering it's forces of wind, rain, and fire.
From behind our innermost fears.

Marching like soldiers.
Bayonets bloody from hate.

Towards us - relentless in their advance.
The dark angels of hell.

Looming upon us.
Waiting for their chance - The order to charge.

Given by us, the defeated masses of apathetic souls.
Who, by our inaction, allowed hell on Earth.

K.J.K. - 07/16/95

Thursday, December 31, 2015


It's here:

The Tick.
The Draw
The Second.

Spinning 'round some old dial.
Reading off what was.
Will be.

On the edge.
The moment before -
The Push.

Striking like some cosmic bell.
Over and over.
12 times.

To the future.

K.J.K.  12/31/2015

Sunday, November 29, 2015

Find Him In The Wind

Who do you speak of?
Where do you look?

To find him.
The one you saw and still didn’t see.

On the road.
In the wind.

Blowing like an answer
Just on the tip of your tongue.

In places you would never think to look:
Even across the table from you.

Breaking bread.
Then vanishing from your sight.

But still there.
Always still there.

Lighting your hearts afire.
With the word.

So you can go forth.
And start the telling.

So tell

Kevin James Keyser - 11/14/2015

Monday, September 14, 2015


This is not real.
This is a lie perpetuated by the ad-men of fifth avenue.

The products they sell.
To "slim."

Make you feel less ugly
Then you know you are.
Because you buy in to the lies.

Which are crafted by masters.
Seething out of all media.
Like a green, oozing, slime.

The more ugly you feel.
The more product they sell.
In the name of being "perfect".

Who knows what is perfect?
Do you?

Perhaps, just perhaps -
Perfect is what you already are.
But you don't believe it.

Because they are masters.
In making you believe the lie.
Drinking all the Kool-Aid you can get your hands on.

In the mirror you see "fat".
In the mirror you see "plain"
In the mirror you see their lies.

Not what the world sees.
Or those who would love you see.
If you would realize that you are already perfect.

K.J.K.  09-14-2015

Monday, September 7, 2015

Heart Wall

It's been years now.
So long that one questions memory.

Did that actually happen?
Was it a dream of something that never was?

Perhaps as memory fades we make up the better tale.
All too soon dismissing the real.

After all, there is no evidence.
It was lost by the hands of a mad man.

Torn up and thrown in the air.
Floating away like so many yellow, ruled butterfly's.

But it was real -
Wasn't it?

That and the message it carried.
Plying at a stubborn mind to remember.

Until something brakes.
The damn of emotion overflows.

And the memory is oh so very sweet.

K.J.K.  09/07/2015