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

on survival and inspiration. the things from behind are gone. this is the start. reliance on faith. not ideas, almost, could have beens. the creative knows nothing of yesterday.

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”