The Passing of Years

End Times 8

Rolling thunder echoes in your years.

Gathering strength;

West wind turns north.

Do you look in mirrors?

Expectant of some surprise.

Only to find an older you looking back?

Do the days move by ever swifter?

"Today is Wednesday, no Thursday?"

Just another day.

What happened to the youth within?

Passion for things anew.

Everyday an adventure.

Is age an arbitrary number?

A state of mind?

A limit?

What of the future?

That glowing promise.

Is there one?

What of the past?

Is it real?

Or just happy memories, embellished by the mind?

The cascade of time.

The passing of years.

Ticking off all the time you have left.

To do what?

Blow out like Elton John's candle?

Or go on and face the future?

Cold and indifferent as it may be.

K.J.K. 12-11-09

Doctrine of the Me

I'm man.

            I'm spirit.

I feel emotion of the self;

            Those around me.

I love from whence I became.

            I love where I'm going.

I believe in:

            Love, Touch, Tears, Laughter.

I believe in Deity

            By choice and love.

Not dictated to me.

            Nor passed to me through fear.

I believe in myself.

            I fear no power.

Because fear is a power.

            A control I reject.

I believe in Creation.

            Of the soul, mind, will.

I'm man.

            I'm spirit.

I will die.

            I will live.

Until all the lessons are learnt.

            The chalkboard empty.

Then I will move on.

            To whatever comes next.

K. J. K. 5-8-98

Revised – 11-13-09

The Weirdness of I

I’ve never been one to act my age.
‘Cept I am starting to feel my age act upon me.

By now most have been married;
Divorced and married again.

The children are off to collage
In the workforce or slumming at home.

Most people my age wouldn’t give a rat’s ass about the things that move me.
I don’t give a rat’s ass about the few things that move them.

Yet I have become increasingly aware this past year.
How much I stick out.

At Wizard World – Comic Con
I’m the old guy with the wizard’s staff.

Not Gandalf yet.
But I’m working on it.

The soul is young.
The body ages.

Yet I don’t know how to be anything other then myself,
Acting my mental age.

51 going on 32.
51 going from half full to half empty.

K.J.K. – 08-24-09

The Storm

Sun, orange sky;

            Distant rumbles.

Cotton candy clouds;

            Gather a dark green soul.

Ionized smell;

            Spent lightning.

Wind howling;

            Like the cries of those now silent.

Rain washing clean;

            These new wounds.

K.J.K. – 06-28-09