Walk A Bout

Tethers and tatters

Hold me down.

To the remains of home.

Water would rise.

In great thrusts of passion.

Sits alone, stagnate.

The cold man is at the door.

Papers in hand.

Eviction.

Time to move on.

Take the best from before.

Build something.... "New".

Time invested in...

Something I, really, can't describe.

In words.

Rather in the pictures.

Conjured up in my soul.

As it push's me onward.

To find the future.

Waiting where it always has, ya know.

Around tomorrow's corner.

Time to walk a bout.

Gather up lessons

Still to be learned.

Explore the wastlands.

The furtle domains.

All the un-seen tomorrows.

Waiting to be born.

Reborn.

Before eyes such as ours.

Love is with me.

As I, staff in hand leave.

This time far from alone.....

K.J.K.                   8-17-99

Boondoggle Man

The Boondoggle man walks.

Black, tar, sticky streets.

Like flypaper to the shoe.

Attracting worms, maggots, roaches.

Kin to its heart;

Blood relatives.

The Boondoggle man;

Pale face, blue eyelids

Grey – Mohawk – hair.

A smile made out of ashen twigs,

A heart fished from the river Styx.

A laugh, short, bitter and long.

The Boondoggle man waits.

Until the still, moonless night.

Where all is quiet;

Except your racing heart.

Something follows –

And you know it.

Around every corner.

Pausing just long enough -

For you to know it’s still there.

The terror builds.

Like a screaming in your mind.

Run, fall, curl up in a ball.

The Boondoggle Man – drinks.

K.J.K.  – 06-21-10

The End of Things

An omen to the future appears in the form of a butterfly with large, outstretched wings.

She looks at me - sings:

"Cycles and circles are much and the same.  No matter what happens no one creature is to blame! 

What was shall be once more when reinvented by some far off successor.

You are at a crossroad; which shall you take?  The easy, the hard, the one that scare's you so much you shake?

What has now just begun shall for many years divide the whole out of the one. 

Courage is easy when reading story or verse. It's harder, of course, when it's your life that may turn out worse.

You already know what decision is right, 'cause you think it your heart feels oh so light.

Life is short, yet all so long. Listen, child, as I finish this song;

I sing the song of life I play that music with this inner-soul-fife. 

Morning's sun will find me asleep. Remember this song, child – don't weep.

Echoes to the start, echoes to the end. No one ever really dies, my friend!"

This must be the end of things.  For I just saw my past life fly away, on butterfly's wings!

K.J.K.

05/03/10 Revised

01/23/89 Original

The River Retold

Stand by the banks of the river young one.

For in the eyes of God we are all children.

I see in your mind questions, statements, answers.

I see your past, I imagine your future.

See the river and know it, as do I.

Know that the river is change, without change.

The river grows, swells in the spring's rebirth.

Water; like your tears flooding its banks.

For you too must grow.

Release your childhood fears.

Easter is not a time of personal pain and sadness.

Instead, it is metamorphosis.

It is the return of life to the natural world.

The world you have locked yourself away from.

Safe and secure.

In rooms of glowing silicon.

Listen to the wind.

Then message it carries.

The river beckons you.

Return to it's bank's once again.

The river is life.

The river is death.

Take but a sip of its water, a blue,

Thou shall understand!

K. J. K.  04-02-2010

Based on "The River" written 05/27/85.

Dedication: K. K.

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