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

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 

essays on the benign
i used to have freedom
i could walk my dog in peace
then the devil came and stol’d that away

people of the mean
love is better

people of the echo
love is so much better

people distracted
love is better

goodnight

no one knew i was dead.

the art of kEith is beauty
the art of kEith is truth ‘mostly’
the art of kEith has FELT very much
SEEN very much
LOVES very much

excerpt from chronicles of Jediah the Lion Hearted

“Friends, it’s a lie,” said Jediah the Lion Hearted to a large crowd of adult infants parading in a sea of deceit that some organizer called the Good Times festival.