Change

Riding The Wave

Change.
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

Patchwork

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

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

Air

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

Finite

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