It’s just a moment of weakness, please don’t respond
Allow this chink in my armor, then move along
Should the same human failing happen to you
I’ll be certain to make some allowances too…
~ kei
13 June 2017
It’s just a moment of weakness, please don’t respond
Allow this chink in my armor, then move along
Should the same human failing happen to you
I’ll be certain to make some allowances too…
~ kei
13 June 2017
The marauder withdrew. Occasional flaming arrows or signature attack – a trojan horse variant – were vivid reminders that he enjoyed subjugation as much as decimation.
So it began; a placing of stones. Slowly at first, then rising high and sturdy until a wall – impenetrable, unassailable – surrounded the one treasure that remained unsullied.
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These arms around me, this shoulder for my head
Strong back, long legs that steady as my intentions tumble down
A silent cacophony, rushing madly, lightning and surging
Examining this exultation amidst the rubble, I understand
This kiss that I’d thought was a long ago echo
Has become here and now
My heart’s Jericho
~ keib
18 December 2016
It’s not you, it’s me… Again. Again, I’m so far behind that I think I’m first, and the only remedy that works for me is ‘delete all’ from the Inbox. I’m sorry to be missing your posts but I just can’t keep up anymore.
It’s spring, I’m a little manic panic and downsizing again for sanity and ADD/OCD’s sake. Some of you will notice that I’m no longer on Twitter or Google+ and I feel better already. Streamlining my social media to manageable and rewarding has been on my ‘to do’ list for a while – it’s simply too frantic-making for an Introvert like me, not to mention a chore with little return.
I’ll be around here, just letting you know about the other two sites. Have a wonderful week!
~ kei
20 March 2016
Whatever happened to the boys of my youth
Specifically you, if I’m telling the truth
I can accept the changes that Life and aging brings
Not so much the difference in fundamental things
From conversations that went well into the night
Sharing ideas and theories like a burning light
To a taciturn coldness and gruff demeanour
You wear ill manners just like it’s your armour
The hardest thing of all that I have to swallow
Is how the change in you leaves me feeling hollow
You inspired me to be the very best I can
Yet you’ve become a jaded, middle-aged man
Closed off by arrogance or misconception
Rebuffing friendship or the mildest affection
Once omnipotent in your positive influence on me
Now just impotent and cynical is all that I see
~ kei
5 October 2015
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If patience is a virtue… I’m up for sainthood!
This is perfect. Electrifying. Tried and true
We were then, we’re teetering in the now
Life is short. Let’s just do this thing
~ kei
3 September 2015
Reading the piece “Grief” by the beautiful human and talented poet SouldierGirl, opened an old seam in the fabric of me…
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Does my grief equal? Can I speak at all to offer comfort?
Three of my babies were never born
“You’ll have more”
“Better now than when they’re older”
“I would have married you”
Well-intentioned words, with the accuracy of blow darts
My lost angels
I have screamed at the notion that time heals
In the truest sense, it does and it has
I rewove the fibres of my being with those threads missing
Altered by an absence
Fashioning Taj Mahal pockets in my heart
Stitch by careful stitch, day by month by year
I go on
Mended
~ kei
28 August 2015
Rebuilding…
Is like moving mountains
Creating life, love, sanity, shelter anew
The hardest part for me
Is watching friends I’ve known my entire life
My haven, joy, support and champions
Those who were the foundation of my life
Walk away from me without a backward glance
As if I were no more important to them
Than a gas station clerk on the highway of their life
~ kei
18 August 2015
I didn’t care where I was
But you found your way to me
And I’m glad
You were there
To save me from me
Life leads us along strange paths sometimes
Here you are in my life again
Sharing your hopes, your dreams and fears
As if I’m your closest friend
And you beg me for the comfort
Of the lovers we used to be
Then become so cold and push me away
Risk strangers and act recklessly
You tell me the past is past
And yet, here you are at my door
Demanding my reassurance
That nobody else means more
I know I was sent here to save you
In that you need to trust
There is a reason for everything
I’m sure it’s the reason for us
I can see that sometimes it scares you
Just how much you care for me
But you need to let go of your fear now
And trust your soul to me
I know where you are
But I worry what you do
And I wonder
If I could be there
Could I save you from you?
~ kei
18 June 2015
Tweaked from the original post: A Watcher’s Sorrow
The Watchers are angels sent to Earth, tasked to watch over certain humans and one of my favourite things to write about.
I walk to work every day now
Through a neighbourhood that I knew fairly well in my teens
My new neighbourhood and my old haunt
I fancy that echoes of my old self linger here
I see me sometimes
Looking through these eyes instead of hers
Slender, tanned, green eyes and black hair
Standing at the rail looking at the falls
Holding hands with a tall, dark brown-eyed boy
Full of dreams, laughing, singing together
I’m so glad to be back here again
Gathering up scattered pieces of me
Holding them tight to my battered soul
No one can steal what I don’t let go
And when I see her there
My soul it sings
To see the me I was
When I still had wings
~ kei
25 August 2014
People need to learn to be still and not constantly barrage, impose, force
Every thought that they have on others
There is no need to chirp back to every statement
No need to constantly look for hurt, insult or deeper meaning
When words are left in a good place
A continued stream of snipping, snitting and over-intrepretation
Serves only to further reinforce barriers
When there is a truce
Why continue to agitate for a fight?
~ kei
18 July 2014