Naughty Bits

Waiting next to the room, where cars expose themselves.

Their naughty bits dangling from elevated lifts, for all to see.

The hands of the mechanic stroking them to the ultimate release of their inner fluids.

At least my car got lucky today...

K.J.K.

02-27-10

Grind

I am the destroyer.

Like Shiva.

Like Trinity

One thousand times the light.

One million times the dark.

The cold compass pointing south.

I am the grind.

The day to day wearing down

Of your soul.

Call me age.

Call me job.

Call me anything you wish.

I am the destroyer of worlds.

Dreams

Lives.

The cold glass is frosted.

The moon pours in.

As the soul pours away…

K.J.K.  01-29-10

The Glisten

We stand before and about each other.

     Stage; which our feet walk so gently across.

Not-cry love, for hands in hands hold holy in Gods glove.

     Twinkle goes your eyes, now not is time but none for lies.

Troubles go, come, and go, upon lives which, like ours, will see many more.

     I see into the tears that fall cheek upon face which is, oh so, beautiful.

Know as do I that force mighty as this, our love, shall hold together all.

     The tears that glisten on your cheek's shall time, in time, stop.

Futures bright as now but then predicted, are bright

     Too bright to be stopped by needless things.

Words are not to now needed.

     For meaning is understood now - forever.

I love you.

K.J.K. - 10/21/76

From the audio play: H.S. 1977 "Of Thing's that should never be"

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

09

Can't you hear it?

The inexorable movement of time?

Tick, tick, tick.

Second hand sweeps forward;

Ever forward:

Like a solder's march.

To these green fields;

Of imagined rest.

Where hearts beat no more.

Tears are dried.

Debts settled.

The soul freed to carry on.

Can't you hear it?

Above the din of balls dropped;

Firework's crackle;

The hoot and holler.

Pots and pans;

Clanged together.

The New Year;

The Old Year;

Occam's razor.

The edge so bright and clean.

A perch to watch what is to come.

As we live on this teeter totter.

Tick, tick, tick;

Toc, toc, toc;

Is the answer is so simple?

K.J.K. 12-30-09

Grandma's Arms

She knitted this as a wedding gift to my parents.

            Hand crafted made stitch by stitch, over fifty years ago.

 

As a boy it warmed me when sick or cold from winter's play.

            Time passes and a boy I am not.

 

But this afghan, this work of art still warms me.

            In heart as well as body;

 

As if Great Grandma opens her arms to me.

            The afghan wrapped all around.

 

And the chill is gone....

 

K.J.K. 1-29-96

 

J.K.

 

Giggles

"Ain't No Mountain High Enough" plays on the Muzak.

            All are gathered 'round table of family.

He Smiles to Daddy's play;

Bouncing up and down - giddy up, horsey!

Only to break free and run;

Mother in chase.

Then caught up in her arms and brought back to table.

            Ready to run again like some kind of cycle.

A game, really;

            Day, night, day.

For they, too, will repeat.

            Life goes on and we grow.

           

Like Noah after the flood.

            God's promise to us all...

K.J.K. 11-09-08

E.G.