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The Mystical PoetWELCOME TO DREAMLAND--I faintly hear the echoes, resonating in the darkest recesses, they stir with a subdued melancholy. I mellow and meander the hallowed halls of reminiscence, recalling vaguely with smiling manner even the faintest of whispers... Inspired by Pablo NerudaNeruda Resurrected
Dress your tresses in white ash resurrect the idylls with resplendent velocity resurrect every leaf with crimson charity resurrect the bees with a sobbing sword of blood let the earth ripple like a river of lightning touch the moon with a nocturnal melancholy filling the void of space with voices drown my hands with ciphers and poppies wrap my memory in marrow, in veins of cellophane in sighs replete with oxygen look at me horizontally in a baptism of knees open your heart to retreat with pale words that escape crime dowse me with soft caresses, with legs and ears kiss me with needles and black mirrors roll me in a symmetry of marmalade in alabaster eyelashes and fingers mold me in waves and raindrops stimulate my rooms with blankets and ruffled black stockings blister my heart in an ocean of sweat with a thicket of sickles with a smack of muffled bones let my memories merge like a jellyfish. Kevin Harling. If Neruda Spoke I am colorless, the sorrowful words that whip by in winds, the iridescent things that whisper, the etched brittle emotions that take form in shadows. One minute bleeds into the next, the meddle is welded as sparks cry. Your diamond resilience, this seagull sky. I am whittling the now in intricate lines. My eroding charcoal mask, fades. I stall, seconds galloping to nowhere fast, ships tossed about on an ocean half mast. My trans- lucent colors, your opaque gaze I cannot see through. This vast expansion of a page, these sublime details charmed by time. My granite heart clearly entrenched, the wings of grace that fall like an avalanche of glass. All is lead. A molten river of lead. I can sift but i cannot sort it out. Kevin Harling. New PoemsGrace
Transfered in silence, the fleeting fall from grace, the trace of dew on the leaves, footsteps across a meadow. Seconds slip, a river bends around hollow precincts, the curving lines that seem to meander, taking their time. I am stalling in green pastures, the knotted grasses of my mind coming undone, turning over stones, unlocking secrets. These spilled words like pearls in a necklace, the polished sentences that fall between the lines. I am unassuming my presence patiently looming in valleys and over the hills. I am looking at blue skies, floating above Why I am talking with angels, soaring in the clouds, nowhere is to high. I am patiently waiting for one more look in your eyes I am unassuming. Way above the reason Why. Kevin Harling. What is Poetry
Stipple beige pages dot the illuminated autumn plastering the surface of this bleached manifesto I bleakly distill shaded by my sapphire arithmetic foraging sentiments cloud reassembling and pegged the holes in the canvas appear in a skeletons silhouette the biblical erosion coughs my surface numbed like cellophane the seductive reaper mars my dreams deaths' propoganda gleam all frilled and clatter this language prickles the skin I am unsheathed and wordless dominated by glimmers of the sacred the recycled conversations dither blackened by the absence of sickles. Kevin Harling. Ode To Jabez
In sequestered seconds this earnestness pleads struggling to find a voice that still small voice that calm inherent in every approaching storm the faith that sustains during times of doubt and uncertainty I am prone to assumptions the barbs that dull my selfish will like an ocean of space that swallows and sinks my meaningless persuasions and distractions lost in a wilderness in a desert a spiritual nomad In hesitant steps the temptations of this world self-evident and encroaching I am a victim of my own limited understanding the tidbits of truth that seep the devil who deceives my undefended borders my open flanks I sit on the precipice of sin full of questions the miscalculations my own weakness my self-confidence the dangers of everyday Lord give me strength give me strength from my kneeling on up Help me eradicate the evil that dwells within the need for more the flesh the tainted skin Lay to rest my fears my insecurites of white my daunting ego bring me to the light humble me like an apple make me pure as black wrap me in conviction your truth that never has to lie shed me from bondage free my skin Endow me in goodness unchain all addictions release me from my skin Mouth me your words until they are all I can hear Spare me from futility from stupidity from pride Guide me Holy Spirit in all the aspects of my life. Kevin Harling. In the In-between
In spots of light, in the night that dots out the light in the light that casts daydreams, in the in-between, the seams of dreams, the seconds that stray, the days that slip away, casually without a care. Right there in the middle of days, slipping away, out of sight and out of mind, trickling like water, water that falls, water that spills through my hands, the minute drops that tickle as they flow away, away they go, returning to the source, away from me, faraway, they fall like leaves to the ground. Kevin Harling In
In blurs, in blots, in spots that dance In wisps, in whispered defiance, in withered resilience In vex, in hues, in edged luminescence In blotches, in weaved webs, in tattered tapestries In stalled steps, in seconds that whimper, in terra cotta tears In grazing gasps, in harassed laughter, in fumbled reluctance In yearning erosion, in false cries, in stumbled sentences In the white of words, in the contrast of black, in the hedged truths In-between love, in eroding emotions, in roller-coaster frolicking In the color of compassion, in seas of doubt, in leaping hopes In the gentleness of grace, in the sandals of humility, in the face of faith In crosses we banish, in despair denied, in the crush of waves In rippled fabrics, on a lunatic fringe, in rings of clouds, I want to give you this and say nothing more. Kevin Harling. Passion and The Siren
In the uttered intervals these adulterous words pant they sway sumptuously conjuring desire like a siren. With exaltations of passion these pulsating rhythmns of flesh rise and fall like breaths of silk shuddering in the wind. Lascivious lips faint in a cloudless night of vespers weeping beneath a veil culpable and ambiguous. Embroidered eyes shameless and crawling like perfume assail the senses filling the night with amorous whispers. In a tender caress of knees choked by sweat under a shroud of sheets the silence is weighed. Black liquid satin permeates the distance protruding like a carnal farewell like prostituted flesh devoured and condemned. Kevin Harling. What is Love?
Love has many levels and layers, it has textures and subtle nuances. Love is never shallow, it knows no boundaries. Love does not care about the color of your skin. Love has morals, it is ethical. Love is always fair. Love is not black or white, it has no checks and balances. Love demands nothing and gives everything in return. Love is faithful. Love is graceful. Love surrounds, it is boundless. Love is respectful. Love teaches. Love cherishes, it treasures, it adores. Love never brags, it is not coy. Love does not exaggerate. Love is gentle, it is caring, it is peaceful. Love is never wagered. Love makes no blind accusations. Love is trusting. Love is honest. Love is understanding, it is calm, it never loses it's head. Love is attentive, it sustains, it nourishes, it replenishes, it satisfies. Love rebuilds, it reconstructs, it has redeeming value, it has no cost. Love is tears of sorrow, it is tears of joy. Love is vast, it is expansive, it is all encompassing, it is timeless. Love breathes, it moves, it walks and it runs. Love does not hide. Love dances, it lingers and loiters, it meanders, it strolls, it saunters and sways. Love is endless, it is unconditional. Love knows no barriers. Love is always hopeful. Love waits, it sits, it is more than patient, it exists in shadows and the light. Even the darkness succumbs to it. Love is like color, like wet paint. Love is landscapes, it is nestled valleys, it is lush curves, it is hidden caverns, it has tranquil meadows. Love is like an ocean, it can be still, it can be tempest, it can ebb and it flows, it rushes, it rolls, it crests in waves. Love dashes, it leaps, it pampers, it bathes, it blankets. Love talks its own language, it is expressed in touches, spoken in caresses, it winks, it blinks, it glares, it gazes. Love bleeds, it oozes, it seeps, it seethes. Love weaves, it wanes, it stalls, but it endures. Love is pleasant, it is delightful, it is crisp and fresh. Love never ages, it matures. Love can be whispered or shouted, it can be wispy. Love is blue skies, it is sunlight. Love is passionate, it is hot, it is sweaty palms, it is racing heartbeats. Love stirs, it spills, it foams, it froths. It is sentimental. Love is life. Love is what you make it. Love is love, it is all that matters. Love can be unspoken, it needs no words, it finds it own ways. Love can never come too late. Love is Gods greatest gift. It is meant to be shared. This is what Love is... Kevin Harling. Sensually Sewn
The black extinction limps into my gold tinted quiet, the blue sky I know because I held it, your limpid lashing waves that flash by in purple sunlight streams, my erotic dreams like body charades in the sweating night, your trembling heat fornicated in stalwart shadows, those murmuring sighs that ramble in pockets of pleasure, I am stitching together time in lustful pieces, running on with the pen, in drops that bead, the bandaged seconds that debilitate the stillness, the sacrificed lambs we surrender without words, twisted limbs breathe and linger like branches blowing in whispers. Kevin Harling. Oblivion
Fore and aft these navigated steps like a motionless sky, the flawed inability to listen that is prolonged in upsurges, retraced and underlined in the density of the vermillion air. The empty atmosphere emanates bruised in discursive scrutiny, these declarations of sweat worn smooth like wood. In arrogant leaps proceeded by intellect, abandoned, stretching like ice, at the end of these hands, this textured poverty like chains isolated and thick with age. In shades of light, these ivory tears collapse begging for consolation,emerging from a solitude of oblivion. Moist thoughts nocturnal and dilated, motionless. In divisble halves, in the voice of the night, in the silnce of esteem that rains, with an inaccessible heart and infinite oblivion, oh dense shadow and soundless purpose. Kevin Harling. Where does it end, How do I begin
Posthumous cadence sings out in increments, the astute clarity of autumn that waves, the unspeakable mystery of life rendered through another's eyes. In an array of paradox these visions are corralled, the rational surfaces scarred by voices that coalesce, this composition discerned in the meditation of thought intertwined and submerged in borrowed questions. In accusations that flee, this vulnerable heart scoffs, the unanswerable contradictions ensconced in complicated light. My social pathology clings too tightly to answers, the quiet distraction of words eloping in sentences gleaned from my minds translations. In excavations of drought I venture, these semi-conscious eyes peering outward lazily from this cold solitude, the burden of vision contained in the absence of any kind of indifference. With candor and the dignity of distance I alone am culprit, my essence abandoned and scattered in phantom lines, the subtle modulations of aloneness worn like a ghosts garment all white with contrast. I am torn by forgiveness, separated from the altar of my soul, the culpable inclinations of memory staining like blood, these hypocritical indigestions like malevolent hiccups. With estranged benevolence my jealousies are strewn in jittery impoverished panic as my compassion and moral rectitude resonate with a teetering truth. With startling conviction this thirsty skin weeps with anger, the mollified conflicts immobile and smoldering, this solitary confinement self-imposed and conversing in the colorless silence, the distillation of truth expressed in spits of fear. In an unbalanced iridescence my suspicions are examined by napalm assassins, the squandered rubble of God, these disheartened and indolent words that brazenly fragment and wound like a widows sadness. I wonder whether the truth is deficient, these hollow verbs coagulating like the residue of rust, choking when truly adorned. In sublime pools of topaz I negotiate traipsing around in concentric circles of blue, the vestments of reverence jotted down in complacent communications of Grey, inextinguishable and hesitant like the nocturnal sorrow unleashed in the windows of this life. I am becoming delirious, unyielding and entangled the clock of this arrogant heart straining, straining to comprehend. I feel as if I am an ingrate, the imperceptible chains of emptiness like the scent of dead syllables crying out to Heaven, this forgotten voice speaking in glimmers of tongues, impetuous and dark like the shadow of metal. I cannot deny this blind rage, my lustrous artillery, the sliced spume of sadness that floods over me in waves of black vanity, blasting me without permission. It happens in ambushes, with measured obscurity, an uncomfortable thicket of winter that chills to the bone like a stoic shipwreck eroding and compromised. So where does it end? How does one begin, these ebbing betrayals seducing with provisional answers, with half-truths, with unjust justifications and decisions like fluttering illusions you barely catch sight of, this diminishing umbrella of cadence tumbling like a wall of sound, like a whispered cataclysm of agony, like uninhabited scripture and a voice that cannot be heard. Kevin Harling. Under the Surface
With reticence the propinquity of these words spill, the proximity of my thoughts that spew forth, like glass upon this blanket of barrenness, evocatively they stir in melancholy undoing, unwinding in complexity the simple, the understated, the often missed or overlooked, the things that float by invisible, as if I am blind. In flashes of sand all else pales, it withers, it evaporates like steam, these bubbling gasps of air, that breathe into space, talking and talking, not in whispers, but in bold sentences, sentences that elaborate in lines, lines of enlightened words, words that breathe light, that breathe truth, the cold hard truth. In places such as this I am free, free to roam, free to uncover what dwells underneath, beneath the surface. I scrawl, I scribble, I write I uncover and in uncovering I discover a little bit more about myself. Kevin Harling. Insomnia
I wear insomnia like a necklace my delirious residence of suffering breaths augmented by the sentinels this raucous night rebelling in the tedium of the hours. In the fat and the skinny in the clanking chime of monotony that tolls in the unchained murmur of disenchantment in the black spaces of solituide. In the tyranny of minutes that spill like mercury in the liquid acid tears of rust at the root of my soul in the indifference. I ingest insomnia digesting minutes by the second the steady diet of time cold and wrinkled existing and ceasing to be in heartbeats the woven words the black syllables the throbbing circulation of thoughts. Kevin Harling. These Simple Lines
These words, these simple lines resonate, my reticent soul echoing on faraway shores, the shoals of my cognizance lashing the sands of time, my thoughts linger in foaming waters, this ebb and flowing syntax dancing like tall kelp reaching for the light. My surfaces are breached, my barnacled exterior exposed, the crashing tides that spill over upon themselves. I vault between lulls, exist between lines, my confessed sentences like eroded glass smoothed over time. Opulence recedes in shallow pools, the shimmering sunlight flickering in tropical breezes, my tr- anslucent sails slumber, the salty ocean air filling all my senses. On these seas I am adrift, my literate buoyancy rever- berating on distant islands, in places yet to be discovered, in places I will revisit, my anchored views unable to prevent my stirring soul from seeking. I am at home, an island unto myself, this world is my ocean. Kevin Harling. So You Say
You say that it is only in your head, the corroding differences that make you choose a side, the lines of truth you blur, your blind justifications, your bleached colors, your illustrious pasts. One day blends into another, you are stagnating, your minutes of futile pro- crastination, your wayward ways. You say that it is only in your head, your self-defeating words, your dark obsessions, your half-truths, the acts you sabotage yourself with. Is it drivel? Is it pettiness? is it mockery? You are deluding your reality, throwing shadows into the light. Is it really only in your head, the consequences you manu- facture, your best laid plans that crumble, your assimilated behaviors, your pomp and circumstance. Is it really only in your head? The figments of your imagination you manufacture to fool yourself into believing everything is okay. You may think it is only in your head, but you have to wonder. Kevin Harling. Lamentations in Silence
Oh Black Sea of lament,somber and ash winks impale and wave, this sinewy heart that beats like strings in thumps, flailing blindly with resilient strokes with eyes that touch in stared conversations, this shutter of ebb, in rippling floods that fold, in this vertical memory, in ripples of standing. Oh rust of tears that drop, in blue puddles and faces, in glares and in whispers like vines and a grassy knoll. Oh untouched pasture of green, breaths , these breaths silenced in dashed sentences and horizontal lines. Oh stalling words that wade like paper, oh river waiting to rush, across stone tablets, scouring and scraping in gentle breezes in pale and pastel blue dashes, in gasps. In shudders with trembling hands, and blue fingers like ink. Oh drips of black blood like shimmering gold. Oh lament, my silence ignored. Kevin Harling. Hey
Check out Stumbleupon under the nick intract for newer poems. New PoemsGhosts
These thoughts like an old abandoned house,
creep in corners, skimming the shadows
slipping into the streaming light, in whisked moves
that seem to float above the floor,
hovering like a poltergeist waiting to be heard
down long dark corridors, racing up bannisters
creaking up stairs into the silence,
waiting to be tripped over, to be seen through
like a sheet thinly veiled and transparent.
These ghostly whispers that echo in catacombs,
that exist in the shadowy light, in the black of night,
quiet whispers calling out, beckoning us, drawing us in.
Kevin Harling.
I see the world
I see the world in black and white moods
brooding and moving between the shadows,
sneaking like a snake that slithers through the grass.
I see the world in pieces of a puzzle
in odd shapes that I try to connect
And so it is...
I see the world in the abstract,
in textures, in blurred traces, through a fogged lens,
in colors and landscapes, in small framed views,
in emotions that I grapple with.
In the common things, in the banal,
in the uncomplicated, in its minute detail and fabric.
I see it in people passing by, in things I lose sight of,
in moments I wish i could never let go of.
I see the world in black and white words,
in contrasts, in hues, in verbs.
I see the world in you.
Kevin Harling.
Dream Casting
In the night of my thoughts
when sleep casts its wishes
like a net I throw overboard
into waters never fished in before
the tides of my memory stir
onto a distant shore, a place I want to find
in dreams of you, the soft pillow of your curves
flows over and through me in waves
waves of blue melancholy, gentle waves
waves I want to wade in forever
this island to which I return every night
every waking hour, every second I lose sight of
every moment I try to recapture
the seconds I am myself, with you
in an ocean of sentiment that ripples with love.
Kevin Harling.
Black Syllables
One more word, let me say one more thing
before I crash on the shore of my existence
let me spell how I feel, let your mouth say the words
softly and gently spilled with emotions I have to let go
i need for you to know, the touch of my hands
the pulse of my fingers, the sound of my heart
as it beats with yours, from a distance
just one more thought, filled with black syllables
trembling and shuddering with a different kind of pain
someway I can hold you, even if not in my arms
just one more word, that falls from my eyes
in black syllables filled with a different kind of pain,
a pain I enjoy, pain contained in words that linger.
Kevin Harling.
Without Reservation
I give myself to you wholly and without
reservation. I do it willingly and deliberately
with absolute conviction. I relinquish my
heart to you, without demand for compensation.
I give you my breath, my dreams and aspirations,
the hours of my days, the blood that rushes like
a river through my being. I ask not a thing in return.
I hand my will over to you, my every thought, my every
heartbeat, my every wish, my fears and hopes, my
memories and my blunders. I forsake myself, admitting
my flawed nature, confessing my sins, coming to grips
with my brokenness. I do this purposefully, because
I know that it is right. I kneel and lift my hands in
prayer, I surrender. I peer outward from within
asking for your forgiveness, for your mercy, for
your understanding, for your undying love. I
submit my life to you, the one who separated
day from night, the one who placed every star
in the night sky. the one who wraps himself in
light. I succumb to you, to you will for me, I
will trust no other, I give you this heart with
no conditions. I ask for nothing in return.
Kevin Harling.
Feb 27Nothing ever belonged to me
Especially not the words Not the thoughts i tried to explore Nor the way i used them Not the sentences that filled the pages Or the paragraphs that stretched into days Not the chapters that spilled out Nor the books that lay dust laden covering the floors None of it ever belonged to me It was borrowed from time Temporarily on loan Released by some unknown Not one iota of it ever belonged to me I just tried to explain it. Kevin Harling. In the allure of your grace i kneel All my senses flood as i behold the charm of you I succumb to your exquisiteness I am overwhelmed by your loveliness Your beauty confounds me In your elegant presence i am awed I am lost in the artistry of your refinement Above you stands no other In my eyes your perfection has no equal I surrender willingly to your symmetry I am enthralled by your polish Forever bathed in your radiance i want to be The waters of your style,class and glamour Forever running over me. Kevin Harling. February 19thI
I will comfort you When you are torn I will cradle you When you are crushed I will bathe you When you need to get warm I will hold you When you can't stand up I will teach you When you can no longer hear I will show you When you forget how to see I will stay beside you When everyone turns away I will protect you When the wolves close in I will save you When nothing else can Only I can. KH. Framed not just in stature
The statue in silhouette The window in the foreground The steps dimly lit The shadow in the mirror The shadow on the wall The curtains by the doorway The footsteps down the hall All terse,tense and tightened And the splendid colours of fall Crimson,rust and eroding Leaving watermarks as they call Whispering... whispering Faintly from the shadows on the wall. KH. The pictures of life
A flash at a time One by one Flipping by A page at a time The pictures of life And everything outside Is a multitude of paint Plastered and cut Into corners The pictures of life By a window Sunlight streaming Through On the ledge At the edge Of this view The pictures of life... KH. Look for me in a sea
Of ten thousand red balloons In a field of candles Flickering A million stars in the ceiling Sparkling A twinkle in my eyes Look for me On a misty mountain top In a valley hunter green In a black forest But not in the ocean I am not a fish Look for me in time Playing with innocence Look for me there I won't be hard to find And ten thousand red balloons And a million star ceiling. KH. This isn't magic Although at times When everything seems to flow A melody is played Each word One after another In a dance A lyrical ballet A stage of verbs Placed descriptively In order With purpose The way they were meant to be... KH. Feb16Everywhere
Reign not over me But within me Shine not above me But through me Dwell not by me But beside me Sit not across from me But next to me Listen not half way But fully Hear not just parts But totally Trust me not partially But completely Hold on not tightly But tenderly Shower me with affection With kindness With grace Honour me not falsely But truthfully Be genuine Be sincere Be here when i need you Don't ever let me go But let me go KH. Lost in My Own Thoughts
The loneliness that is the night The waking up beside nobody The truth of being alone The comfort of that fact The freedom that gives you The uneasiness at the same time The wondering when that will change The nervousness that it soon may The thought it might never happen Wondering why it is taking so long How come it never seems to last Is miss right just right for the moment Is there such a person for me What went wrong Was it my fault Did i just give up Was it worth fighting for How could we do that to each other Do i deserve to be happy Why do relationships cause so much pain And why do we enjoy it so. KH. It is the moments that get lost between
The seconds that we unwillingly let go The pieces that we try to make fit Those fleeting bits that just don't seem right The ones that try as we might we cannot rectify You can call this what you want You may say that i am melancholy That i have over stepped the boundaries But to be honest until now i never questioned them before You see i am struggling as of late Trying to make sense of so many things At times i feel lost my compass is a wry Nothing seems quite as it should. I make the world right with my pen The blank page is my weapon It talks back but only says what i want it to say Most of the time i see the world in shadows I wish it could be simpler That all our troubles could just wash away Like footprints in sand on a beach But life just isn't that way I try to forget everyday And to be truthful i don't have much success with that Memories are like loves you have lost but can never leave At least not entirely, they just linger on and on They taint you, they stain you And the harder you want them to go away The more they seem to want to stay I am not really sure what i want to say Or for that matter what i should say I will always visit those places I will always see those faces But eventually we have to let go, move along We can hold onto the past but we can't let it possess us So even though i am lost between I believe i am surfacing Coming up for air Somewhere inbetween Here and There. KH. And if i wrote a message in a bottle
And tossed it out to sea What would the words say Would they leave any kind of trace Or just be washed away in the tides Lost forever except to me But if by some miracle They came to you I think this is what they might say I have lived all my life in fear Afraid to say what i should have said Scared to show how i truly felt I never loved anything Until you came along And because of you i need never love again You will always be the world to me My safe harbour And though i am no longer there Remember nothing is ever what it seems And please forget about me. KH. Somethings in life defy description
Their truth is inescapable Nothing can alter them And words don't do them justice They are perfect Thank God for such things... KH. Not all is gloomy and dark
Though gray seems to fill most days Sometimes the rain stops And happiness reigns over me Those chocolate covered orange days When all my cares drift away But if you ask me I prefer gray I like it I think i was made that way KH. Emerging
Breath upon my breath Merging in waters of passion Smoldering embers of my heart Forever touched by splinters of your heart Desire Caressed by your handsTalking to Heaven In my naked vulnerability exposed. I kneel before you trembling. In my honest fragility i bow. Surrendering. Willingly submitting to you. Humbled by your purity. Your graceful perfection revealed. I am broken. Mend me. Please. Wash away the temptation of sin. Undo all because only you can. I am your child. I want to come Home. KH. What is life?
I have recently spent quite a bit of time pondering this very question.To be honest i feel rather inadequate to comment on such a question, but i got to thinking that who really is qualified to tackle such a query.Sure their are loads of gifted people, the world seems to be full of experts.But i must admit i tend to drift to the anonymous.Some of the most profound things i have ever been privileged to read have been written by such people.So with this in mind i decided to at least attempt to approach this complex quandry.I have begun to arrive at a place in my life where such things seem more important.In fact they tend to take up most of my time.So here goes and please bear with me.If some of what i says does not suit you that's fine, we are all entitled to our own opinions;that's what makes being human such a wonderful thing... Life is not a box of chocolates :).We always end up getting what we deserve.It is a wonderous evolution.We all embark on a journey of finding ourselves.We encounter all kinds of obstacles, some good and some bad.All of them impact us and affect who we are to become.It took me along time to come to that realization.Seems basic doesn't it.Anyway before i get off topic.I am refining alot of my earlier beliefs and positions.I am coming to understand many things as i get older that i took for granted.Experience allows me that, and i am grateful for it all.In particular all the not so pleasant stuff.It was those experiences that have ingrained in me so much now that i am truly thankful for.They have made me who i am.It is easy to get through the good afterall.But the bad shapes us, it defines our character,it molds us, it scars us.I am emerging i believe from all that i have suffered, and most of it was caused by me.But i am not angry nor am i bitter on the contrary.I am pleased.I harbour no regrets.In closing life is bittersweet.And thank God for that.It is up to us all, to always look for what is good, it is always there.Sometimes it is hard to see but trust me it is there.Take the time to find it the rewards will be endless.One more thing and this is important, never and i mean never miss the opportunity to say i love you to those who really matter, believe me it will haunt you forever. intract Engrave my heart with piercing stabbing pain
Tattoo my soul with your enduring spirit Ingrain my love with the colour of you Taint me completely with the paint of you Dye me wholly leaving nothing blank Lay me down and drown me in you Satiate my insatiableness Cover me with a blanketing effect Traverse my landscapes Leave not one inch inside or out unexplored Do it now and forever KH. Softly engaged by my hands Absorbed within satin sheets, white. This fragile and tender love. KH. Evening Feb 15You
Dazzled not so much by what you do But more so by what you don't Intrigued not by what you say But by what you don't Overwhelmed not by what you aren't But by what you stand for Humbled not because you are with me But because you chose to be Grateful not because of your love But because you freely give it to me Honoured not by your presence But because you grace me with it Contented not by you But by the fact you always listen to me. KH. ???? Am i looking for answers i cannot find Asking questions you are not supposed to pose Searching for things that don't want to be found Looking in places that you are not to be in Dreaming of things i am not able to fathom Hearing what was not meant for me Seeing what cannot be seen Am i? Somebody please tell me On second thoughts don't I will do all of the above And then some I will reach for the unreachable Touch what you shouldn't touch Say what shouldn't be said After all i am not DEAD. KH. feb 15Words
in one word my word! be as good as one's word eat one's words have a word have no words for in a word in so many words keep one's word break one's word get a word in edgeways take someone's word for it word for word by word of mouth man of his word woman of her word upon my word of few words of many words put in a good word for take one at one's word take the words out of one's mouth weigh one's words only words not just words more than words the Word, the Word of God. Are they only words? I think NOT KH. Life is Beautiful In a roundabout way In circles Chasing one's tail Going round and round And round Revolving Spinning Getting dizzy Sound familiar? The everyday Today A second, a minute An hour Passing Sometimes slow as molasses Sometimes you wonder where it went Time well spent Or wasted The clock is ticking Tick Tock Tick Tock You can't stop the clock Tick Tock You watch the clock Try to beat the clock Life is beautiful Take it by the horns Bite into it You're here today and gone tomorrow. KH. Valentine's DayIs this weighty and stern
Are the words staid and serious Can you not take the severity Is this point to austere and sobering Do you desire that i lighten up Taint it with some humour perhaps I am pensive and resolute I approach life that way mostly The world is heavy and formidable I see everyday as significant Everything is meaningful So please excuse my strictly business attitude And if not read the comics... KH. Don't Ask Me
My violence is non violent My beauty is only in whispers My tranquility is transparent My tears are dry and arid My pain is seething blue My heart is frozen cold At least it was yesterday Don't ask me about the secret to life Don't ask me why the clouds are gray Not everything is so black and white At least not from where i sit My love is red My skin is pale and fleshy My days are long and obnoxious My position is ever changing My eyes are autumn At least that's the way it is today So don't ask me how i feel Don't ask me if i listen Nothing is ever black and white. KH. My mind is churning
Thoughts being tossed about On a sea of waves Waving hello and goodbye Gray skies My mind is burning Searing embers floating Ashen filled Black clouds of smoke Billowing My mind is drifting Blowing Here and there Getting nowhere Fast My mind is restless Turning over and over Never comfortable Is this making any sense? KH. Valentine's Day I want to hear you sigh My breath lingering On the inside of your thigh The pleasured twinkle in your eye I want to feel you tremble My hands exploring your landscape The magical arch of your back I want to taste your lips Bite the nape of your neck Feel the softness of your skin To be intoxicated by your fragrance Be invited into your world To fully experience all of it's intricacies. And to taste your sex. KH. 2 more additionsIn the mirror of this reflection
Circumspection takes over And the lines become blurred The perspective loses shape Reality slips into the absurd Panic sets in and uneasiness takes the reign I am losing myself I am losing you I am losing all concept Pain bleeds tears of blood. KH. Is this weighty and stern Are the words staid and serious Can you not take the severity Is this point to austere and sobering Do you desire that i lighten up Taint it with some humour perhaps I am pensive and resolute I approach life that way mostly The world is heavy and formidable I see everyday as significant Everything is meaningful So please excuse my strictly business attitude And if not read the comics... KH. Feb 14thThe deluge continues
as each word follows the next this torrential outpouring of thought. Every line being woven into the one that preceded it with no apparent logic behind it. Where does this come from and for what purpose is it intended. Is there some force at work or is it simply useless information. I ponder such trivialities often trying to come to terms with this form of expression. Or perhaps it is a curse, who can be sure. At times i am blinded and before i know it in front of me is something that was not there previous. I am puzzled.Sometimes i am pleasantly surprised. Is it a gift? I never asked for it. But i am grateful nevertheless. I am trying to improve. To hone this skill i have been given and hopefully with some luck or divine intervention maybe one day it will become whatever it was meant to be In the meantime let's enjoy the ride together. KH. For the sake of argument Let us presume the obvious But assume absolutely nothing Let us accept the current standing But allow for the unforeseen Lets us not deny what already is But allow what might come Let us do it wholly With open minds and heart Let us fully understand all the implications And fly with it. KH. 2 moreWhen we are false are we not really being truthful
At least partially Are we not just hiding behind simple inaccuracies Not stating whole truths Preferring no confrontation instead Don't we all want to go through each day effortlessly Avoiding sticky situations that can expose us Don't we enjoy pulling the wool over each others eyes Wouldn't we rather steer clear of hassles Isn't it much easier to agree even when we don't Pretending to see things eye to eye On a level playing field. Hiding behind masks Conforming to the norms Anything to protect our true feelings Is that not the way it really is? KH. Indignant your attitudes that betray only you Causing so much displeasure and pain needlessly How unthoughtful and disturbing your actions What gives you the right to purposely sabotage And ruin this once in a lifetime moment Who died and made you emperor anyway How shallow and derisive your position What did you gain by your deliberate opposition Why could you not concede at least partially Yet again you have proved your insincerity Showed openly to all your outright lack of concern The brevity of this situation is sinking in Is their anyway out of this that will not cause more pain The outcome is hanging in the balance While we both wait for some reconciliation And the distance between us widens... KH. Feb 12- 5 new thingsDrape me in the warm caress of night
Soften me with the gentle breeze Cradle me in the touch of your breath Hold me in the winds of contemplation Veil me in the cloak of your love And never let me go... KH. Easy Does It
Forgive my intrusion Forego all the formalities Just be at ease Forget all the pomp and circumstance Let things just go Relax take a load off Let me take the wheel Put your trust in me I know that can be difficult But i intend you no harm I am here only to help I will aid you when you are hurting I will pick you up when you fall I will never desert you Give your heart to me And i will make you whole. KH. In this place of reckoning,
when the bell tolls. This moment of time frozen, even if only for a moment. This point of no returning, where all is said and done. This sweet silence, tainted with bitterness refined. This melancholy minute, between today and tomorrow. Guard carefully your words, think before you speak. Because the scar remains, and the animosity widens. We can rarely undo what is done... KH. Am i making any sense
Have i drifted off track Is what i say lost in the black Am i shadowy and vague? Is what i am saying making you afraid? Am i being shallow Skirting the issues Am i to precise Sharp edged and blunt Because i can stop But i am not going to. KH. Why? In the black of white Between the between Unseen and unheard The silence of words Painted inside. In the gray of blue Within here and here Unnoticed and unrecognized On the verge of the absurd Understood and unlearned. In the fragments we manage to piece together, that never seem to make much sense. In the everyday mundane, that we take for granted. In the seconds we let slip by. In that blink of an eye, another chance has slipped by. Why? KH. Feb12Blindfold my mouth
Tie up my eyes Bind my limbs But you will never silence Me... KH. All of it, I love it All
Your transparent evasiveness your foolish dishonesty your inherent will to harm yourself your blind obsessions your intoxicating lies your wicked beauty your insistent misbehaviour your sarcastic sassiness your troubled attempts at tenderness your misguided holiness KH. Watercolor my today
Pastel my tonight Paint my tomorrow In a myriad of color and an abundance of Abstract... KH. In a fog laden perspective
The winds of fate change The unseen is unleashed The result is not yet determined What is your part in it... KH. 2 moreWhat is it?
It is puzzling; it is vague, unclear and murky. It seems trite, very routine and pedestrian. It is muddled, and snarled and winding. It is perplexing, and veiled and secretive. It seems void, lacking substance or seemingly vacant. It is clouded, somewhat somber and rather shaded. I am feeling queasy, rather uneasy and nervous. I will approach with prudence, be very alert and vigilant. KH. Train of Thought
My mind is boiling over, Ideas steam to the forefront, Percolating. I am at a loss at least momentarily, In a stalled ponder. I meditate in silence frozen, Clutching at scraps and residue, The leftover ashes and embers, Smoldering still. I have veered and lost my way, Temporarily distracted. In this state of reminiscence, Nostalgia grabs hold. I hold fast in remembrance, And quietly regain my balance. My train of thought returns, And onward I plunge. KH. fEB 9Am I Missing Something Here
When you're beside me why do i feel like i can't reach you, When i talk to you why do i get the sense you can't hear me, When two worlds collide, who runs and hides. Can you tell me this, am I way off base here, Is it all in my head, am I imagining this. You speak but i can't hear you. I touch you but i can't feel you. I listen to you but i can't understand you. We are at a standstill and impasse. The communication has broken down. The question is do we even want to fix it? KH. Lost in Deep Thought Shall we peel back the layers exposing one by one the rotteness that permeates the core. Do we dare look inside at the decay, the stench filled grime that resides there. Are we willing to traverse the slippery slopes risking everything as we take it apart one piece at a time. Are we brave enough? Can we see through all the ugliness and find some semblance of beauty. Do we even dare or would we find it that much easier to just look the other way, pretending that it just doesn't exist. Life is pain and thank God for that. KH. 2 moreIn the calmness of your restraint
serenity surrenders defiant, your wake rippling out, in pools of quicksilver. You have deviated off course, Cast out in waters of destruction, you levy and tax your strength, struggling to remain afloat. In my mercy you will succumb, as the hypothermal numb begins to overcome, And a rolling calm waves bye. KH. No Contest
With eloquent fluency your silver tongue lashes out spilling terms of disparagement as you taunt and threaten. How vile and obtuse your approach. In this embroilment we bicker and brawl, scarring and stabbing as we thrust our opinions upon one another without regard. How fickle and above reproach this situation. Neither can win but none will bend or back down in this stalemate. So lets wrangle and squabble like spoiled rotten adults, conceding absolutely nothing and gaining even less. KH. February 8/2008Please
Embrace me not with your touch but with your hands. Touch me not with your eyes but with your heart. Hear me not with your words but with mine. Love me not for who i will be but for who i am now. Listen to me not because you can but because you want to. Be near me not because you have to but because you need to. Trust me not because you are afraid but cause it feels right. See me for what i am becoming not for what i once was. Kiss me like there is no tomorrow. My passion never wanes. KH. Unfinished
Let me speak in braille, braids and berets, bundles and bunches. Let me embroider in veils, Upon silk sails floating. Let me patchwork all the odd pieces that don't seem to fit. Let me quilt through the eye of a needle with only black and white. Let me taste the truth seeing it for the first time. Let it cut deep. Let these few lines stain this page leaving an indelible mark. KH. It is revealed in the words
that without reason or rhyme spill onto this blank page. It is in every second wasted, upon the second that preceded it. It's contained in the thought that just floated away. It is in the power of two hands embracing. It is in the impatient moment of patiently waiting. It's in the trembling of bitter cold. It is pain.It is black.It is sleepless. It never lets us out of it's grasp. KH. If you understand the moments
Then the minutes will not be wasted The hours will make more sense And your days will never be lost. KH. I think in words abstract
In shadows staring face The bloodiness of truth And how i misplaced my Faith. KH. Brand NewWhat happens when all the wrong words seem to rhyme
When yesterday doesn't seem far enough behind When even when you try to avoid we collide When absolutely nothing seems to fall in line What happens then.... KH. Are you tainted
with the paint of your past. Are you afraid Of the black and white photographs of the present. Is everyday just another hurdle you barely scrape over. Is the color of your life fading... Why is it so difficult To go with the flow To just let it go To learn to say no Are the words you forgot to say haunting you all the way. Are the things you should have done causing it all to come undone. Are the dreams that you dashed staining what hasn't yet become. Why do you find it so hard To just let it go To for once just say NO Why is that so hard. KH. In the gentleness of everyday
the brittle broken dreams immovable stones eroding sea of foam uncovering rain unsheltered me and the skies of pain. Of beauty partaken in the fields forsaken i let it go And every fiber floating by steel and sinew... KH. Let's steal a piece of time
let us stain this life let's fill the blank pages with the color of laughter... KH. What was it i was Saying
In silence subtley stated shrouds of sensibility surround and suffocate. Shards of sense stripped and straight strangle. Held captive by thought the words lost in translation the meaning is diverted. At the crossroads we intersect each other and go our separate ways. KH. Numbed
Ignorant bliss overwhelms on the streets of complacency tried, true and tested the words of a fool. Cool the bittersweet winds frigid the steeled sting. Am i frozen or stagnant? In this reflection Cracked ice mirror stares Right back at me. KH. My Waking Hours
In a dream of rustic intentions across a field of varying degrees down a rushing river of static vibrations my sensations flood through me, electric streams of grey. In a black forest of contemplation down a path of the whitest resistance i choose my way... KH. Painting the Truth
Let me paint the truth filling the canvas of honesty with each word layering one upon the other with an uncompromising faith. Let me portray the landscape with an abstract uncertainity holding true to it's form and function let me describe in exquisite detail everything i see there, never wavering in my purpose to accurately colour the blank and empty space. Let me with every line brush stroke with my palette blending and mixing, let me sketch freely and roughly drawing out what lies underneath. And above what is really there let me with a realism carve out some meaning from what it is that i survey. Let me do it deliberately without distraction. Let me find the art the beauty and the brilliance, ...and let it radiate outward from within. KH. And still more new stuff...I seek to understand
fully and completely all the implications and nuances the nooks and crannys that lay somewhere amongst the tattered and flowing remnants that i sift and sort courting any notion any faint semblance that i am actually getting anywhere. Or if i ever even had a direction at all. KH. Juxtapose for a moment if you will
somewhere other than where you may happen to find yourself. Tossle and turn within and without getting inside and then back out again. Put yourself in someone elses face and see from within the lines and flesh. Tear asunder and pry. Discerning all the while the layers that peel and fall like the pages and posts of somebody elses station... KH. Eventually everything merges into one
where clearly distinct lines become fuzzy. That place where it is no longer easy to accurately distinguish between one or the other. That unsettling spot where you tread awkwardly. A place that once you arrive you wonder how you could have possibly, ever got there. It is that position of not being able to totally grasp. Where no matter what you do you sense something is unknown. Fear is palpable and your senses are working overtime. KH. Lost but not in translation
the interlude of between fading and newly abandoned. KH. meekly you saunter and sway
flowing across fields of green tied and crossed you taunt somewhere between flesh and bone stagnant and stalled the winds of change and promise blown KH. Don't listen to me
instead weigh the sincerity of what it is that i am saying. Don't seek to justify hear and weigh the truth discern what it is that i am saying. Don't crucify me with what you want to hear. KH.
What is Faith.Why is it so elusive, always just a little further out of reach.Is it because we struggle to to put stock in something we can only feel and not touch? I am not exactly sure to be honest, but it is definitely a concept i have spent some time pondering. As i get older it is becoming clearer and i do believe that clarity comes with age that if you approach it with an open mind you can at least begin to come to terms with it.I cannot tell you when it happened, you see it's not like that. It has dwelled within me all the while. It is i who have chose to not see it. I recognize a quiet place, where a still small voice interjects like a whisper of serenity. It's the way the breeze cradles the trees, the sound of water trickling, the smell of flowers in the wind, the way sunshine streams.I feel it now in all things. I see it in motion all around me. Some days it seems to surround me. It is a sense of the rightness of everyday. It propels me forward with a pay it forward attituide.It allows me a very comfortable peace of mind, permitting me to accept whatever comes wheteher it be good or bad. It is a balance. It is realizing that you have to relinquish control and understand that somethings are beyond us.That it is meant to be that way. Faith is like a river that cannot be stopped. It permeates all things. It is inherent in all that is. It is essential for any meaning. It brings us closer to God. Faith completes us, it nourishes us, it rejuvenates us, it fulfils us. Without it we are nothing, empty shells lacking any sort of substance, lacking any sort of direction. Nomadic souls lost in the desert hoplessly wandering to find Home... KH. i am not going to tell you that it is easy nor will i mislead you into believing that all is roses i would rather instead be forthright and honest leaving nothing in the shadows nor will i obscure what i truly meant to say i will stab these words into your heart piercing the pages with blood red pain i will not sugar coat the truth nor will i turn and run or hide i will remain clearly visible my pen held tightly in hand and i will provoke, i will challenge and i will not falter until what remains is the untarnished stain of truth... KH. New POEMSA Confessional
I don't always say the right things. I contradict myself often. I am sensitive. I am brutally honest. I won't agree with you. I don't always want you to touch me. I am brutally honest. I can see right through you. I don't always say the correct things. I don't believe in me. I am not cool, calm or collected. I will never let you off easy. I hate it when you look at me that way. Are you blind. I am brutally honest. I will not change for you. I am guilty of being insatiable. I can be boring. I like to take it easy. I am curious. Really! I read to unwind. I cook for the passion. I write to understand. I love chocolate. I believe in God. I am human i am far from perfect. I love competition. I am a graceful in defeat. I am learning. I like parts of my life. I have loved. I have lost. I always try. I am insatiable. And brutally bloody honest. KH. Crawling my way Forward
I am beginning I am becoming I am revealing Albeit slowly. I am losing my clarity I am learning my inhibitions I am gaining my resolve Albeit slowly. I am searching I am kinda lost I believe i am nearing some conclusions Albeit not fast enough. KH. Delving
What gives true meaning to anything. What is innate in that. And who or what dwells there. Who's compassion filled skies will crumble. Who's temple of the heart will break. On the fields of morality. At play in the grasses of respect that gently sway in the warm breeze. Who resides there or what. And why do we only see things in this narrowminded way. In honest forgiveness forming in my suffering and simplicity. In my brief moments of kindness. I seek to uncover... KH. A Thought Released
Scattered among the pieces that litter this place the tattered and shredded remnants still linger. Meandering like a slow moving river that bends and twists and constricts. Here in the forests on fire all sweaty and hot entangled and dangling. The pieces of me that i leave, like crimson leaves that fall from the trees a calmly eerie wind whipping the trees into a silent black submission. KH. Until we Stumble into one another AgainOh no this is not farewell,
although our paths may not cross for some time. It is instead a hello to goodbye's, no need for tears of blue. Steel yourself against this parting, and wear your resilience like a crest emblazoned on your heart. As i journey away from this place that feels more like home than home, i do so with joy. So until we stumble into each other again, I say hello to goodbye, and i wave as i shut the door, knowing full well that one day all things return. KH. You Are In my dreams You are the pillow that cradles my head You are the soft satin sheets i pull up over me You are the place i never want to leave In my dreams In my waking hours You are the one that walks beside me You are the reason i believe You are the season that will never end In my waking hours In my days You are the sun that follows the rain You are the winds that sweep on by You are waters in which i wade In my days In my evenings You are the moon that lights the night You are the stars that always shine You are the one that will never leave In my evenings In my prayers You are the reason i give thanks You are the answer to all my questions You are the one i graciously kneel before You are always in my prayers You are. KH. As yet Untitled
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