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
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Jericho
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
Aside
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
OctPoWriMo 2015 ~ Deaf Ears
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
Found on Internet, not credited
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OctPoWriMo 2015
Image by: Morgan Dragonwillow
Petites Pensées
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
Patina Of My Heart
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
Petites Pensées ~ The 180
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
