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

i dreamnt of love and roses. pickled in the autumn grace. no longer spooked by the face. incense of thyme. riddle of wine. chasm of life. within bones, strife. I dreamnt of a maiden. As sweet as time. With milky skin. And braided vines. She washed my sole Of grim and grab took my danger with a stab. I see my Lord still life in trees, the wood the bark, ever seas. Of hell and whispers to those who chose no. I revel some more in this ancient snow. And drunkards and dwarfs to the gully parade. The phantoms of night seem yet wish to be saved. Upon a golden Christmas a treasure for good. Upon a steamboat driven for all who should. And lo upon that still hill divine, I found me a treasure, sublime.

What is beauty?
This fertile dimension
These pacific Eyes
When good enough vibration
Resonates.

this stink and that
a broken dream of some tormented dimension
i have the balls of a flea tick
and the courage of a cat
but mostly i have gumption to fight for the family
the life, the memory

for the madness,
the madness ain’t all its cracked up to be

its love i want LOVE
LOVE

flowers wilt forever time
beauty melts, but
love stands firm, et al

this love i have
pinks and blue, spring season
gypsy marvel crystal dynasty
no whirlpool abounds

be not a fool
for spring is here
despite the lie suggesting else wise

independence, i say
the blue bonnets sing
a majesty’s plan
so perfect

rejoice, then!
in this creation, where ever you trail
sing the fantastic
the heavens are here
the trumpet has been sound.

i dream the One
heaven shining
majestic
on horse like gold
glittering fire
revelation …

i see light
hear fowl, birds of various call
reminders; of sweet
paradise

by kEith

a progress
not, a step too broad.
a seasoned one
which we dwell.
to reach these certain
feces of hell.

a suitor, a nymph –
pepper corned,
velvet hue.
Ruby courage.
Fortress bare.
Sing this song;
our modern air.

who are you bohemian one?
friend in this fire–
“showman” ship
of which
i say
grateful
though desire.

my heart
for you
burden
true
trials of which
have seasoned.

together now
we smile on high
waiting for the “reason”

recall pleasant spaces
trust color
break chains …

sweat when running.

do not be discouraged by the amount of work
sometimes its like plunging spikes into “the railroad.”

(c) 2006
the Art of kEith
keithkimmel.net

… posted by keith …

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limited expulsion
the time for forgiveness
a paupers intent
a cuckold lie
a trumpant lament
who feels the heat
1000 glares
rock stars melody
rock stares stare
stop repeat
stop repeat
liar liar, pants on fire
when the doodle becomes
the poodle
you’ll know that
the envy is true
but hold him
still
i mean this place is bunk
not much here for the skunk
the drunk
the drunk
the waisted drunk
she never never gets it does she?
i, me, may and my
the wanted demon
of a lamentation cry
asshole
fucker
sick perveted few
please for once get me out of this, stew
saw the video
truly divine
but always on the juice
one last ride

get away
get beyond
get yourself a final place
this light is worse then the darkest space

book me a show , sweet beef
and remember this day
come hell or high water
come what may

come bastards dominance
come almost reflect
come now
come soon
watch the whole thing croon

who need this pressure
who needs your sound
a murderous roe
a flight line intent
a seasoned veteron
a drama bum bent

i’ve got a secret, honey
one that can’t be undone
i cannot stop
no matter how
hard i run

you’ve opened this bucket
you’ve dropped the rye
dropped to suck it
come beauty
come beauty
you twisted ripped up fry
each triumphant progression

yields more of the lie

ant farm jungke
beggars peep