Kitty Cat Kewl

Kitty Cat Kewl

Cat sashay is in everything I say

Large eyes with rod receptors, colors really are passé

Seeing in virtual dark, hunting skill and photographic mind

How things shape and move to remember are the real find

Whiskers to sweep forward covering a tactile area

I’ll jump and squeeze thru’ places that’d scare ya!

Look a roof, an ideal perch to stand

Curiosity’s excitement so it’s with a leap and a land

Observing with kewl alertness is my brand

Time to clean and make pretty is feline

A quick glance as the wind ruffles, time to dine

Jump onto a branch of pine and head down for the dinner recline

Don’t call if you don’t know me, for I’ll ignore you

I’m an individualist state thru’ and thru’

I’m never lost, and always aware for the street’s in my blood

I out do all athletically and smarts are me, I’m a CAT, you see!

Lady Bird Slut

Lady Bird Slut

The night birds come out and Lady of the Night

Slut is her name but male one’s do alright

No bullshit is her might and doesn’t give a damn

Governs the velvet but vulnerable after the thank you ma’am

Arrogant and conceited are the passerby

Walking or in bus or car they look derisively at her, wry

Human minds in those protected claim they’re the way

Never had a need to tread the gutter to survive a day

All they see are the clothes, the body and face that’ll fray

Never up close the eyes and stained cheek of tears wiped away

Do they realize responsibility lies frequently close by?

Smiling husband or dad the ones that grab, desire and pay

Mocking is reality at society’s paper thin veneer

Smiling is destiny but look carefully, its a sneer

Away from the Lady and towards those who peer

Time’s the great leveler and difficulty may one day cost you dear

Knife-Edge

Knife-Edge

The balance of beauty is in the bias of our minds

This side of one second the fragility is sound

The chance unaccountable is the move unpredictable

This beauty smashed in the split second is undeniable

Surprised human minds pretend that time is a solid line

Always poised on the knife-edge that excites Damocles’ line

Surprised when the turn is the speed of light’s line

Always phlegmatic in the aftermath to recover a poised line

Pain is the unwelcome message to the living brain

Action taken or not is the knife-edge once again
Pain the payment to beauty’s god is anger’s refrain

Action decides the next moment and is forever ingrained

Keep the secret, the survivor who understands the coin

Depth of capacity is the reserve that holds high ground

Keep emotions while in the balance fight of the tumult

Depth of the good mind will determine the emotional result

Kisses and Thorns

Kisses and Thorns

No freedom of choice is the memories motto

They choose to lie in wait in a mind grotto

When they party you can’t get blotto

It’s always now even if it’s tomorrow

Happy memories that make you sad

Sad memories that raise regret in a tad

Those that play out and you realize you were a cad

Others that don’t and leave in the middle making you glad

Drink to forget and eat to remember

Mind on May and then that time in September

Changes month names to emotions

Time relativity in memories, fleet intense devotions

This trait to relive the emotive past

Part of teaching or a roust

What’s the point of this inner joust?

You end up where you began this mental pout

Kissed by Minerva

Kissed by Minerva

In the creative realm sitting under Minerva’s elm

Infusing the imagination poison

Wracking emotions and four seasons is her toll

Drink it in and feel the extreme

Once found you’ll always be bound

Happiness and heartbreak then sadness

Pushing towards overwhelming

The fight to remain onside when there’s nothing welcoming

I swim in the realm of emptiness

The curse of the goddess temptress

For she sees only the purity of expression

Artistic obsession rejecting hedonist ambition

Dark curtain of melancholy imagination

Synapses firing in an extreme reach for exhaustion

Sadistic pleasure is her test and measure

Sleep and calm is for the weak declares Minerva as she makes me her treasure

Kiss My Cheeks

Kiss My Cheeks

Hell is the drudge of studying

Work from morning ‘till night the torturing

Torment grips your mind as time runs down

Cross-eyed moments as letters dance and drown

Papers everywhere to steady and get ready

The horizon doesn’t curve but disappears like an eddy

Morning is light that merely doesn’t need a light

Reach for the ice cream comfort

That black cloud again with its melancholy rain

It makes me want to scream and I feel insane

This afternoon is the limit so surrender has no pain

Did I come so far and work so hard to slide down the drain?

Bedrock of my soul kicks my ass cold

Time to settle my outrageous world or fold

Off to the beach where the sun kisses my four cheeks

Calmness returns, my inner smile soothes and onward for weeks

Kiss My Cheek

Kiss My Cheek

Now who ordains the pain that inhabits life’s plain?

Mistakes that attack like a whip flaying your back

Over and again I wrack my mind but only end up whacking my brain

Helpless or careless it deserves nothing but disdain

Stupidity is the one commodity for which there’s no enmity

Humanity teaches that with due comity, its okay relativity

Reality’s the only judge and jury

Subjectivity is wishing and optimism, defeated by objectivity

It’s necessary to question that which does not support reality

We pay the price when we don’t fight for rationality

We pray, believe in Utopia or run around a Stonehenge altar

It changes nothing albeit; it may make you feel happier

Not a cynic, but I can still hear the silence as the Six Million screamed

The cries of millions as they starve in a world of dreams

Life is a random walk that requires the understanding of human nature

Happiness resides in the bedrock of reason and sublime human nature

Kilter

Kilter

More coffee in my mind as the time ticks down

Pick the race to win and be the clown

But the clown is the jester, trickster or joker

I must discover that kilter or I’ll end up the loser

Wrack my mind with caffeine to ensure being keen

Whack my brain until it screams to insure it’s lean

For that decides which-ster is the made-up face

And the laugh will be last in triumph in the race

What is in my arms that slings and calls my hands?

Instrument of deliverance that saves and stands

Connected to me it is my being that saved and loved King David

How funny that he was the psalmist and harpist named David

My artistic entity is Jedidiah that keeps all my fire

This added quirk is like a prophecy with humor its pyre

So, which is I, or is one facet only just not proper?

The answer is euphemism which decides the show stopper

Kill the Trolls

Kill the Trolls

It’s doesn’t matter what you believe

Narrow minded twisted caves

The world revolves, time goes and physics bites

Bacon and Shakespeare understood the basic bytes

Nature must be obeyed and be true to you

So it can be commanded and you won’t be blue

Death is finality and nobody can help that snare

Age is such a crock made that way by bores that never dare

Just do what you want and rock and roll

Play your own song and let that joy kill the trolls

Too many so many lazy slothful sores

Claiming age is the problem that’s why they’ve no scores

But mind is their barrier with its dread

Soaking their children into being afraid outside the homestead

Feel the cold knowing you depend on your hands to be fed

Necessity crushes fear and raises you high instead

Kidnap

Kidnap

Young boy innocently free

Long ago the target of an evil degree

Walk with nanny so easy each day, carefree

Did not know the evil that lurked around the tree

Lady called Grace, true to her name

Guardian angel of the young boy as they walked again

Demons to the back, devil in front

Smiling, stopped to talk to the boy in Vermont

Question a ruse then stepped forward

Nanny so alert she saw in front and backward

Grabbed the boy tight, then ran so light

Demons did shout but Grace was sleight

Saved by his Nanny was his life, defeated that crime

But long the memories remained of that time

Frightened mind, body shook at the sight of things sublime

Justice for evil should always be death for that crime

Kid versus Id

Kid versus Id

When the desire evaporates for what lit the fire

Did I see it in your eyes or were you always for hire?

The kisses and caresses were a means to devour

Now the human touch makes me sad because I know I’m an outlier

Wednesday’s Kid knows better than the Id

Constantly fights against that heavy emotionalist lid

For casualty of causality is the Kid’s normality

Cerebrality the pathway to his happiness, conflicting with the mercenary

Then blaming is irrelevant for responsibility resides intellectually

Wednesday’s Kid seeks happiness longevity

What was, in reality, was superficial brevity

So suffer sanctity in a world that stumbles deliberately viscerally

No surrender, for toughness and endurance is kid side

Truth’s always the light that endures, not needing life’s rising tide

Triumph we see now is mind, not emotionalist weakness

But there’s also no certainty, for to win is mental deftness

Keeping My Sanity

Keeping My Sanity

I hide in bed to feel safe in my head

Nobody’s arms to harm me and no dread

Escape from that world, my ears pretend

Once again I hear my mother’s soft song with no end

Blankets are my armor and sheets a kiss

Pull them over and surely sadness will miss

No false hugs and smiles set with derisive eyes

Warmth that is mockery, is stricken cold like ice

Love holds back while loneliness attacks

My eyes shut tighter as reality smacks

But safe I am while my mind spins my memory

Once again defended by my mother’s strength in me

Little by little I emerge with silence of the safe

Comforted by the aroma of a friend inviting me to taste

Coffee is her name and pretty is her game

It’s silly I know but its part of keeping my sanity tame

Kasamir’s Body

Kasamir’s Body

Would I hate my lightning show?

From an alarming sudden blinding salvo

That reaches to abstract art in a dynamic flow

Rich colors in angular carts that glow

Sickening feelings I smell the dust

Dull ache that makes food just by name a bust

Broken right eye throbbing head

Left eye under attack is this migraine’s shed

I hate that name which has always laid me lame

But I force my hands my body to fight its claim

For also I know that this is no battle brave

There are so many others that life has knaved

This is why never complain but use it

Defy whenever we can anything that afflicts

Emotions will always push in the direction of pity

But stamp that out and rule in your bodily city

Karmiel Saviors

Karmiel Saviors

Gin smooth, finely named Gordon’s

Music beating into my soul, no cordons

Dark thunder mind approaching, hear the screaming

Dread rises as once again the rock face approaching

Suddenly sweet sounds above the music

Wonderful fragrance fills the air as if intrinsic

My saviors appear as if wished by a faerie godmother

Warm embraces, delicate touches, like no other

Beautiful feminine eyes, gentle glances reach my soul

An instant of heaven, delight filled world, everyone’s goal

Raise the music, abandon all tears

Keren, Carmit spread happiness to crush all fears

Serendipity or divine hand the guide

Turn left or right, stand still as you might

Embrace risk, do something rather than nothing for you sanity

Future is now, down the street sublime humanity

Virtus

Virtus

Pictures of a tempestuous past

Nostalgia raises its ugly mast

Transmits emotions that sear

Time once more, always in gear

Never regret, for that’s a puzzle

Putting who you are in a muzzle

I see the building blocks of years

You can’t change happiness or tears

Frustrations are the open doors

To do now is the future’s floors

The benefit of hindsight is experience

But, which occurrence has relevance?

Years bring forth deliberation thru’ reason

Emotion’s the power that illuminates the season

Inhibition is an imposter without power

It’s time to blossom your flower

Pray Absolution

Pray Absolution

Happiness can be in front of you

But invisible because dark matter separates, it’s true

An inch from you, yet this was determined way back

Your parallel universe that shines down

You can’t see when the bright is in your eyes

You can’t identify when your mind reads, disguise

Time is realization when you were that orphan

To walk life’s tight rope when falling was a companion

Do they take for granted the call of mater or pater?

You can’t say the words to describe, in familiar

The strength you have from one

Forever there’s also the abyss from none

So reflect upon the emptiness

And next time you see the hand of love outstretched

Abandon reason and emotion to action

Bringing it into your world is the way to solution

Erosion

Erosion

The melancholy curve has an evil nerve

It strikes the innocent with relish and verve

Forces emotion over rational action

Stresses the mind in that separation

To resist while at the zero point of your biorhythm

Is a monumental long moment suppression

The physical stifled and intellect trifled

Bear witness to Hades’ earthly rifle

So it’s headed for your bedrock

Another hit that tests with shock

To sleep is no answer for time’s a thief

And restlessness will ensue so, it’ll be no relief

Rising desire to resist no more

Then will come remorse or regret and you feel sad to your core

The only solution is determined refusal

Silent shrieking and mind in turmoil

Adjunct Insanity

Adjunct Insanity

In the clarion calls for a peaceful world

They’re knee jerk reaction and non-cerebral

The most fragile is the savior for all

Called reason, reality is its dimensional hall

Instead, solutions have contradictions

For they embrace the ethic of charlatans

It’s the evil called altruism

That demands the suicide of individualism

To declare you have the right to your life

Then make clear you must sacrifice for strife

Premises that clash reach for the emotional

The life boat that saves the irrational

Reason’s logical result of this is death

In reality destruction of the mind, it’s all Macbeth

To repeat constantly and expect the heavenly

Woe to humanity in this insanity

Dysfunction Gnome Zero

Dysfunction Gnome Zero

See the human pig, where decency is fallacy

They use the law as an excuse for greedy

Wallowing in ignorance they have arrogance

Smug and fat, they reflect their indifference

Willful pretense is their belief in no consequence

Virtue is something to be ignored or bent

Egotistical self-righteousness saturates

To thieve is their disgusting stimulant

Do they have no sense of time?

Narrow horizons where all that counts is a dime

Dishonesty is their bedrock currency

Often they are tied to domineering daddy

The self-esteemed and they can never be friends

They’re ruled by emotion and related fiends

Living in a world where reality has no causality

They’re subject to the crutch of vices from their complex, inferiority

Artiste’s Curse

Artiste’s Curse

See my weakness rise and it’s no surprise

My constant battle against me, a reprise

You get that half-year gap, but it’s a trap

I know the signs and then the decline

Am I two into one, the quantum expression?

At the same time in a surreal position

Fighting for suppression in volition

Always it breaks and it’s a slide back down

So I do and declare just once or twice

It’s me doing but my mind is telling

Alas, the urge towards, is the emotional filling

Once more the self-betrayal and then the guilt

When it’s early, it’s not too late to close the gate

Just once and, the calm returns

It’s easy now to think I’ve allayed

Will this time see me at last not be self-betrayed?

Moon Gate

Moon Gate

Why do you fight sleep, it nourishes your keep

That penchant for darkness that illuminates enchantment

But it tastes so sweet and energizes

All asleep except those, the night’s our domain

Listen to that special silence

We have the ears of the gods and their vigilance

They smile in the darkness like a naked temptress

The arts are safe when the night’s in evening dress

This time, circadian rhythm rhyme

Pulse of the night, the beginning of the day

Perhaps you must be one of those unafraid

For at night you’re Nightmare’s Kincaid

Hear the music that embraces your soul

The resonance of which you are, the whole

How fortunate not to be the visceral

Happiness begins in the cerebral

Degradation

Degradation

Perfection’s a dimension of the insane persuasion

It’s not about the positive, but the normative iteration

Wreckage is strewn across the human horizon

A killing field of the slain good, for perfection won’t recognize reason

This kink in the human has dominion

Resides in an individual’s opinion

Nature rejects the perfectionist’s arrogant vision

Hear the cries of spilled blood from delusion

What ought to be, must be, is the road of sacrifice

The altruist’s degenerate mind intent on casting that curse

The weakness of not thinking enables general population sinking

Rise of the dictator from demagogue, to become king

Then emotion takes over because they’re told, they’ll never be old or cold

Forever’s a way of believing they’re perfection’s bold

Back to the primitive where tribalism is identity

Anyone else is imperfection and the scourge of humanity

Invidia’s Kiss

Invidia’s Kiss

Divinity, the gods or Mother Energy contrive

How else to arrive or quantify coincidence’s sardonic slaps?

On this day of love and champagne, sweetened by nectar

Past scars are torn open by sudden thunder

Eyes once more seen, slice thru’ like gamma rays

Your smile of sunshine feels like sunburn

You still send energy that combines to synergy

But sadness rains down on me in a cloud of melancholy

The question is still lit upon me

A journey of romantic disaster that is my litany

But to see you on this day is quintessential tyranny

The invisible tyrant that seems to direct my lonely destiny

I laugh with mixed emotions, a laser of irony

The misstep that’s always the slip of Wednesday’s child

Yet I don’t surrender for I’m always young and wild

The quantum of true love is eternal and kind

Stark Scratches

Stark Scratches

Wednesday’s child seeks love’s perfection

A self-contained wrecking ball into love’s demolition

Constantly in sackcloth and ash, watered by frustration’s tears

Promises in the mirror that next time will be happiness’ cheers

But does my mind’s eye deceive me?

My constant companion is my third eye that protects me

Sensitivity that ignites my passion

The same that explodes, perhaps, love’s heaven

But how could I have known the lesson’s that greet and teach?

Next time is experience that sears

Regret is half-baked recrimination, so evil

I ponder this confusion and that the past has no relevance

The fight for logic into reason is undermined by love’s emotion

This ridiculous result is from the unknown of chemical fusion

For at the basis of love is always the animal kingdom

More powerful than that which unites two lovers in reason

Fourteenth Blues

Fourteenth Blues

There’re the bereft and lonely

For they’re without anyone only

The inefficient tin pot god of February’s day

Cupid’s arrows are blunt so they tease and play

See the bruises they leave as remembrances

The chocolates and roses look so sad in their poses

The pretty faces so often rejected

Sit forlorn, confused and dejected

Saint Valentine cries in the dead of night

He sacrificed his life for love’s light

Looking upon the sobbing hearts

Oh to assuage their ache that throughout heaven reverberates

Happy endings are faeries tales

For time’s an enemy that showers loss

Yet the distressed heart will forget all that pain

Come the time that love embraces in truth, without refrain

Iconic Little Blue

Iconic Little Blue [aka: Earth]

When the future descends, realization

Connections aren’t required to be localization

Voices will stop for the mind replaces

No sound, but abstract concrete communication

We travel to the planets, our nearby worlds

The moon’s become an explored inhabit

But far beyond our space and time, beckons

Therein resides the difficulties on all sides

Time the undefeated can’t be cheated

So move thru’ dimensions and reach intentions

But the return to Little Blue will have stretched a decade or two

Relativity’s the cow that can’t be moved, you’ll discover only memories too

We’ve moved metaphysics from the prehistoric to the Newton-ic

There’s a future that resonates inside the sub-atomic

Confusion’s a delusion trapped by superstition and religion

Freedom means making fear the orgasmic tonic

Afflicted

Afflicted

The addiction affliction casts me into dereliction

How thin the barrier as I break it

And now the warmth flows and I’m failed

Once more this wretched path down to the third rail

Yet I see and know the reality

What is this in my mind that drives the self-inflicted?

Always next time is the panacea rhyme

Always this time is the dirt and grime

So I plead with myself to raise psyche strength

I wrestle with this demon that never lets go

All it takes is one event and my will gets spent

Once more, once more, my oath is wrent

But I’ll surge once more from the bedrock

Take the positive that this time there was no headlock

Not caught in the rut that is addiction’s slut

This time, this time my will is mine

Adam’s Razor

Adam’s Razor

And just when you think your devil’s done

The demon once more tempts as fun

Raising desire for the elixir that’s dire

The pendulum of evil always swings as in Nature’s fire

Realize we’re all as star dust

Both good and evil at the same time until we lust

Then the decision comes thru’ mind or emotion

We sink or swim in a psychedelic ocean

Is regret a dagger after straight edge betrayal?

Has your bedrock broken or is it only a time of derail?

Unknown answer until the event moment

Known frustration, for self-pity doesn’t absolve individual responsibility

Relevancy in the universe isn’t beyond sub-atomic existence

Is that why humanity insists there’s a reason for being?

The sole justification for you is your dignity

So fight for virtue because that’s your humanity