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"