flock. no flock. flock. no . flock.
abundance
tickled pink creative
love is more potent
than this …
but i digress.
creativity is a gift.
it too, is a commodity
not too appreciated by the sickest of our society
the artist:
usually
the best one’s die
for lack of funds
or insanity.
or just plain crucification
i’ve taken to writing this here allegory
for one simple reason
you of this world
meaning you
must nurture the talent among us
the gifted
the strange
the hopeful
the lovers
these are the ones with the glue of humanity
strong enough to believe
despite
evil
so go ahead
lets make plastic
we We
eat light
for breakfast
motel. hotel. holiday IN
the following is true
travelling. as an artist is wont to do.
these days i’m seasoned.
3 weeks ago i started writing the 4th novel.
of which, i outlined via phone dicatation spring 2010.
it’s called Forrest Dandelion and the Wildflower Misfit Campaign
(a solution to every modern-day vagabond’s dilemma)
there will be a chapter in regards to NEGOTIATION
so many Hookers1 Settle.
i got this room which was going for $140 + tax for a total of $40 cash
and i didn’t lose a thing …. (dignity, hormones, happiness)
there’s so much freakin wealth it’s amazing.
wake up…. america. santa clause is coming to town.
1hooker, here, meaning any loser who sells themselves short. misses the boat. can’t see the forrest from the trees. afraid to receive a gift
2vers 1 (editing still possible)
arriving at Holiday Inn
first time.
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.
on the ‘E’
Dec 2011 for immediate release.
multi-dimensional. multi talented. multi platformed artist, Keith Kimmel, known as the art of kEith announces his latest project. the art of kEith ::: ‘E’ on everything historical |notes, conjectures, hodgepodge|
“It’s still a work in progress. But ultimately the idea is that it’s a historical thing. That is, it is an encyclopedia of my life as an artist. It eventually will contain everything I’ve ever done. This way, when I die, (which I actually think will never happen) but anyway…” he laughs. “If I’m no longer in this realm to defend myself, the record will be straight.”
Kimmel, currently is working on his fourth novel, Forrest Dandelion and the Wildflower Misfit Campaign. His first novel Jeremy’s Prophecy Dot Com is available wherever books are sold. See amazon.
Kimmel also has 2 art shows on display in his current home town of Asheville, NC.
This release provided by PowerlinePromotions. Make your art happen.
smokin for jesus
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
floridian visions
driven to florida. pink crane vision. vanishing concrete. some pre-historic palm oasis
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love like every rowboat spring
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
on plato’s love
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
the effervescent challenge
i challenge any artist living today
to copy nobody
to see in the dark
with the lights on
to feel every bone
quake
every cell vibrate
to know cancer without having it
to heal from such stuff.
i challenge any artist
to stop trying to COPY ECHO
COPY
please no more puke
and singers SHORTEN your songs
PLEASE
woman
i feel your mentsrual cycle