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Be not silence love,
Reclaim this ravaged heart.
Profess thy life, thy love,
At midnight before thy god.
Resistance? I have none.
Turn? Alas, I cannot.
Be not silent love,
For the longing of thy heart.
©KKW 1980
A lightless plateau within me
Forms intensity
Shapes temperance.
Be it all gold-plated, pray not,
But refined as precious, pure in a crucible fire,
Casting the lot sharp, fitted and fast,
Lead on by white flame,
Laid to rest in heaven’s bosom.
©KKW 1985
An imperial light and
He's here again
My consort, veiled in mist.
Nothing obscures the vision
Nor inhibits my hand reaching out.
My love
Hovering over my life.
Nobody knows
The secret I hold
Tight and protected with my very breath.
Centuries are delayed
So that I may pass back
To grasp golden cobwebs entwining an imprisoned heart.
I lie in chamber,
And perceive that of a spirit
Accompanying me.
Lightening playing in the night,
Impregnates my waiting mind.
With long endeavor cometh he,
Though I hear no gentle footfall.
Drenched in dreams
I lay
Resistance unheeded
For a severe love.
Nothing to fear,
Says the wraith.
Laden
Unaided
I wish in desperation for ease.
Be a blossom, opening in
Morning
To gentle and dew kissed hands.
©KKW 1985
Life in another time,
All those dervishes have it,
A dance and a song in another year
Words in my ears now came yesterday.
Want to play my game?
Chancing you to be caught in tomorrow,
But never now.
Never now.
Never now.
You see?
So light the night,
Be it of flame or flashes from the sky.
Light the night and we'll dance in one thousand, sing in two,
Born in BC, love in AD and die
In the thirty-first century.
©KKW 1985
My fingers were once warm in sand
Tracing words, symbols
The sun made the sand
Warm and dry,
Made it slip through my fingers.
The waves now crash over the sand and my fingers
That saltiness covers my face, blocking out lambent light.
Come love, reach for me
Through the wet, the protector's hand, his
Eyes like afternoon sky.
Draw near, take hold,
Kiss away all rememberance of drowning.
©KKW 1985
Oppressive world
In all your density and passion
Allow but a glimmer of lit expanse
In your lonely heart
For the unconditional
©KKW 1985
A rise on the wind and I’m sailing
Skimming the water with my feet and
I’m up and away
Leaving all behind
Up and away, high flying, to be buried
In clouds
Resurrected in sunlight.
Hello down there all you poor souls
Unable to bounce on the wind
Too bad for you, so glad for me
Up here alone,
Close to the blue eyes of God.
Upon landing I crash into water
Down again, emersed and rising to lay
and hold earth close and warm to the sun.
Oh, you little earth, looking so a moment ago,
But now I cannot embrace your expanse
Or hope to conquer even a grain of sand.
KKW 1984
Stopping at a convenience store I frequent for gas and coffee,
I arrive at the register to pay.
The guy behind the counter sees me here several times a week.
“Hey, you married?”
“Ah, no.”
“You have boyfriend?”
“Ah, no.”
“What, you not like men? You lesbian?”
“Ah, no.”
“Then you go on date with me. I’m prince in Pakistan, you date me.”
“Ah, no…. thank you.”
“Why not? You don’t have man. Why you not date me?”
“No, thank you. Gotta go.”
So much for frequenting the most convenient store,
My routine is now screwed up.
You suck prince charming.
©KKW 2009
The cube next to mine
The chatter irritates me
Office cube life is dreadful
©KKW 2009
Driving in the early morning to a job I don’t like,Each day I see the ponyLong and shaggy coat, brown and tan and dirty coatThrough each season he standsIn a square fenced in coral by the roadA leaning shed his only shelterHead hanging each morning, standing aloneEach time, every morning, I pass, I wonderAll through the day, I wonderWonder about the pony’s lifeWas he ever happy? Did a child once ride upon his back?Did he at some time sport a shining saddle and a bridle with a star?Was he a favored attraction at the fair, many squealing children waiting to ride him?Does anyone love him now? Stroke him? Brush him? Murmur their affection to him?Does anyone now offer a sweet, a crisp carrot, a kiss on the silky spot of his nose?Or sadder still, was he always just standing in his paddock wondering all these things to himself?While similarly I wonder, several miles awaySitting at a desk, in a chair, head hanging, alone, hoping for something better©KKW 2009
Dew on the morning grass, morning grass, dew, dew, grass, morning grass.
Dew on the morning grass, morning grass, morning dew.
Do, do step on the grass, morning grass,
Bare foot on the grass, wet and cold, crisp blades of grass between my toes,
Between my toes, blades of grass between my toes, morning dew on the grass between my toes.
Foot up, moving up, over grass, plunging into grass, morning grass with the dew on my toes.
Crisp and green, morning dew, no longer dew on the grass where my foot was a
Moment on the grass the morning grass, no dew on the grass crisp and green morning grass no longer dew on the grass in the shape of my foot.
Do, do take another step onto the grass with the dew cold and crisp and green, morning grass, morning grass, crisp and green, cold and wet morning grass.
©KKW 2009
