Friday, August 29, 2014


     [Inspired by Starcraft 2 - Wings of Liberty+]

I had to write about it eventually, even though,
though it could as well have been all ‘forgotten.’
It may as well be now, but you’re not going to get it.
I knew this before it ever all got started, long back…

Long back now, I had all the help I wanted, but…
not in my darkest+ battles ‘where’ they couldn’t be.
Not their fault, it was beyond their ken, unknowable.
So, one-on-one or more it was, until truth finally outed.

Today they still don’t know why or how they lost, but…
they keep their far distance now, no matter their numbers.
Without mom’s deep young nuture I’d’ve lost before it began.
My beginning in still of matrix none of them will ever understand.

Today, in stillness I keep vigil for their ‘top guns’ in flesh,
wannabes who don’t know history their ‘adoption’ll never tell.
They want to see whether he has some edge they could use,
but there are no edges here, not here, not here deep within,

here’ within, far beyond every infinity, unto boundlessness itself…

--RK, 8:20pmEDST, 8/29/2014
     [This 'story-poem' waited deep in the oven while many others cooked.]

Monday, August 11, 2014

I’m not…

     [Epigraph: a phrase, quotation or poem at the beginning
        of a book or chapter, intended to suggest its theme.

I’m not the one in the corner over there,
looking like I just don’t want to be here.
I’m not the one who’d rather go home
and have a couple of beers…, alone.

I’m not the one, not the one who won’t.
I’m not the one isolated within, far gone.
I’m not the one at the Universe’s edge
trying to find infinity. I’m not the one.

I’m just not…

--RK, 6:58pmEDST, 8/10/2014

Deep Cry, Here

     Inspired by Pink Floyd’s, “Hey You”+

Touch me now, with caress…, tears gently streaming,
because you understand, even though you didn’t want to.
I understand, but without you here, I just couldn’t,
I just couldn’t help anyone lost deep in the dark
I left far, far behind so very, very long ago now.

Touch me here, gently with caress, cheeks wet.
I can’t help it, I need you so, so much, but…
help me, touch me here, not there, here.
Hang your head for me, make me know you care.
Darkness looms close, but here is closer.

Can you help me…, Can you help me…?+

--RK, 1:11amEDST, 8/11/2014

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Outside of time…

     […from beyond the ramparts of the sun…]
        “Hurry high, butterfly.”

…freedom unleashed, nothing to hold me back.
Go with me, go with me into the oneness down,
over the horizon moments of time’s prison,
where we have all the time we could ever want,

together, walking among others behind their bars,
Stockholm-syndrome blinded, wide open cell doors.
Just grateful to have freed myself before any
syndrome could ever find me, I’m here…

     …waiting in the timelessness. - *selah*

--RK, 9:22amEDST, 8/7/2014
     […for Tonya…]