the art of kEith ::: 'E' on everything

zena xylophone. What doth foster you the reigns?
This love we never shared.
I miss you like darkness.
you venomous Thunder!

Give me your leathered hand
In some alternative
Universe
And let me kiss the wound
For the very first time.

turn on your love light
higher
now
pig PEN
lamentations and cloak
FEAr and demoralizing
the love of GOD
so Pure

HERE I AM!

the pig is dead. dead to the pig. the pig is dead. dead to the pig. the pig is dead. dead to the pig.

see the shining star of bethlehem I taste your PIG JUICE oil
goodbye foolish cowards
and trash can blues
goodbye delilah.
and all you lose.

hello freedom
love is pure.
hello freedom
hello
demure

i see lights
the dawn of heaven eternal
yes.

recovering love
brutal love
esoteric love
circular love
angry love
tepid love
holy love

love like every rowboat spring
and golden dandelion allure
love with precious rubies
and adorning chairs of solid wood

sit with me oh captain. to a place higher than here
to palace where there is no
fear

My love for you is of course platonic. the ever present disclaimer of which I am violently sick of mentioning. All understood nonetheless. Love has no boundaries. the thing I loved. Was once a closed vessel.

And so this act was redemption in it’s highest. An unfathomable necessity.  Guard your heart if you must, or let go. Be recieved by lusts fickle jab or spring to consciousness . My responsibility is reasonable enough. Me the gentle cherub. Burned beyond coal. Here I stand still. The vacillating salvation evermore. MORE. Ever, ever, more.

Woe to the wicked, the Carmel sweetened nothing that fizzles in reckless contempt … A ship .. burning forever seeking the chisled redemption 

Just Do it and be cool. Get me Laid. Give me gold. Make me happy. -american prayer

cigarette. cigarette
i never know what to do (with you)

“when you’re ready says the paradise bird in the garden of my mind”

‘hannah’ 60 x 40″, acrylic on canvas

girls and love

girls and love

girls and love

and love

and family

and love

and the one’s i loved

and the hard part of love

and love

and love

and the really thick

break your neck part of love

and love

and detox

and love

and the great gig in the sky

and we still love pink floyd

what can i do
to unbuckle your heart?
to hear your joy!

how can i temper my pace?
love so critical
so brutal

the thorn is not worthy of worship
neither the cloud

who but the holiest can
see the garden?

burn fire
as glory to the source
there’s nothing to defend, here
nothing to stand for

love me
love you
love us
love this

notes on young love scared. now memory and shadow. on this thing that can’t be stopped–

somebody said poetry was dead.

oh chronicled honey suckle. and Cheney whipping fools. this angry dilemma is enough to call the cow¹ home. be gone foolish nymph . . . and lucky child. hello dolly and Franken² DIAL ….

feb. 15. 2008 rev. nov. 13. 2010

¹ cow here refers to a black and white animal.
² FRANKEN in this case refers to Frankenstein. it could loosely as well be in reference to Al Franken.
³ further explanation on poem .124 here

moderation
a behaviour worth “not” noting

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