A dg comment on Knot Logic ~ unsolicited. KAP, author & an Independent Mind

I think that, in a word, this is a BRILLIANT                          
piece of work;  at the very least, a challeng-
ing prod at anyone who is engaged with
the enchantment with Words-On-Paper.
Stream-of-Consciousness is a term applied to
certain works in the fifties (Kerouac,
Burroughs, Ginsberg, including yours truly)
Surly there were others before, I just don't know
who.

Karen gives you the drift of SOC, but just
blows it all upon the river bank with this
piercing stream of thought.  That its in tight
verse form is, I think, eye-opening.

Having known Karen for most of those torment-
ing years only enhances my salute to this
effort, revealing extraordinary talent.

The mother and family, those addressed in this
piece, must shiver.  The daughter, the writer,
has given us stuff that many of us may never
attain to.

Cheer up Mom, I truly believe that daughter
has reached beyond the trickle of a Personal
Vendetta to deep water, where many
dog paddle to keep nose in the air.

                                                  dg, a friend

add: 1
She may or may not acknowledge it, but
this she did confide that the main
goal of writing this was----Healing! (or
Hope, take your pick.)

~   I received this in the mail today.  It is a review of "An Independent Mind, Knot Logic" my first book.  ~

Don passed away on July 11, 2012, he wrote this on March 12 of this year.

To Cultivate; Honor! Creed! And, Desire!!

Ride the influence of the 'morrow?

Erasing Today?

Obliterating Yesterday.

To be or to not have been, which is it?

It could have been you,

should you talent such a thought.

Our ability to lie to ourselves in accordance with a threat,

is more than a bet, it has been an action.

Wiping-out the Ancient Mind for the belief's of now?

Fear consumes your Why.

A toleration of yours,

not mine!

To risk such a powerful move,

to conceal only Sin? 

I rebuff.

In the moment of now,

an answer for tomorrow has been found.

Rounding-up to benefit...

what?

A Mathematical Thought.

Erupt!

What seems good for you,
destroys me.

The Mind is not meant to deceive.

I've learned to add and not to subtract in order to

increase my capacity to be.

Not ripping sight from me.

I turn back on your Purchase of Bought.

A Riddler's past will teach a Sage to manage,

through:

Defining the future with the Gift of Sight.

An echoed response;

"I see."

Why do we remember what we could never explain?

I saw you in the hint of...

Time, I do,

I have the pace to say,

"Work Me."

As the World crashes aside your existence, I say,

"Whoa!"

I stand to speak on,

Past Lives?

Enlightenment?

Reincarnation? I wish.

Try Me!!

For He shall not, not be,

what you wish,

a Scapegoat for "All Time."

I resist.

The way around:

We Dance.

Go for it!!

I wait for my Twin.

It is still HIM!!

This Life, or, the Next,

he speaks to say,

....listen...
the voice is one from the past.

....singing...
lyrics from Today.

To Think Upon A Millenia Song

I think upon your Strength,

and, I know that I can mend.

Not years, but, Millenia have passed,

since I saw you last.

As it seems much the same,

the differences are palpable.

I do not dream of you on such occasion,

instead, I know, of only Self.

For in the Time before, a past-life gone.

Discouraged for Spite.

Nobody listened, I did deplore,

as people lead with a deaf ear to all you said.

So Sing!!

On this return I only point,

at nothing more than their "Same Mistake."

You were clear,

 lost your Life while stumbling here.

In this thought, I still fear,

 repetition seems so near.

As before, a time that is KNOT!!

I'll hold for you, every Man shall decide; For Ride.

Right or Wrong you were clear,

"Stand or Fall: The faults on you."

~

A Blunt Review, From Me!!

The Tunnels of Time, Release You Yet Again?

The Race "To Know" before we go:

Patience should enhance your Stay.

Do we have within our own person,

the Courage to Encompass the dynamics of Life?

Here or There?

The Complications, the Facade, the Innocence,

a sustained faith?

I fear for the Souls of this World.

I see in "The Continue,"

an end.

I am frightened you will be lost,

in the tangle of no belief,

negativity and sin.

I Tout,

the ones from below are calling out,

"Are we only believable when.. or upon arrival?"

YES!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AaYUSokuRTo

The pillars that hold my desires for your touch,

crumble into the structure of my faith,

in a Dream for You!!

I spur the tangible into a wish of nothing.

Just knowing that you dance into,

an affair of the sensual kind,

delights my mind.

Tingles my secretive thoughts,

and heightens the release of innocence,

of, meeting no resistance.

To advantage myself with the flow of cause,

reveals the taste of,

"Reality Bites."

A simple way,

to say,.,.,

"make hay."

I Am Guilty of Birth Itself

To break the chain!!

In this Life,
dangerous.

In the next,

Deadly.

Punishment for what I've done,

feels like a life-long run.

I'll explain.

Now that I am alone,

It is time to say,

"It's O.K."

I have waited, I have watched.

Kept an eye out for what I missed.

"I'm What?"

 Horror, Possessed with Demons.......and...

Oh wait there's more.

~ 666 ~

Spawn of Satan's child....

..the Beast!

I'm sold.

Never did I understand,

the Hatred mixed me Wild.

I'm ill with puke from a child,

projectile vomit ~ I did bottle!

Exorcisms, they were done;

I witnessed.

Exorcist death:  I watched!!

Pistols held to my head,

"Russian Roulette"

I was not dead.

Tired you grow,

running from the excuses,

they're thrown.

I am at an age,

I am a Sage,

a Seer to my own.

Gifts in abundance,

it hasn't been much fun.

So..

laugh away should you wish,

or, just plain hold a candle in the wind.

Either way I will blow-out,

the time will come;

Just when?

News Flash

We all Die!!

I'd like to have it naturally,

to go as I do sleep.

To dream of things that comfort me,

not a Snuff to get your fee.

To overdose with Happiness!!

No person should take note,

for I only learned by Rote.

My death should cause no dread.

It shall come when Time does save,

to put me back to places I say.

Months will pass,

I bet that Years,

it will end up to really be.

Before you even notice me.

 I never thought to much of Life,

for Death has always delivered right.

Peace of Mind,

in this I find, deliverance of anther kind.

So for the people who advantage you,

say, "I am so glad you have allowed me too."

Thank You for your patience.

It has been making little sense.

Dead on Arrival:

It is intense.

I feel compelled to share one last thing.

I knew before I came.

My view of you was so UN-true,

I had to actually meet each of you.

I told the ones to be,

Controllers that "I see,"

"I must know evil personally before I kill for thee."

Now that I have shared,

I feel so much better there,

I must include one other last thing,

selfishness did rule.

What if I were the Evil one?

I would have been destroying myself for them.

That would have just been dumb.

I apologize for this never,

for in the immediate sever,

I discovered that I was free,

of this strange, but lurid dream.

I ponder to only me;

"Do we have past lives or future Sees."

I do not really know.

However.

 I took no chance,

 I've danced the dance, 

with strangers in a stance.

How about YOU?

 Are you a Riddler too?

 It may have been,
the in-between.

A Universal Blast, Ignitition

The closeness of proximity in this Universe is heating the center of a Galactical Force within my center that is the production of a review on how you may lay me in the warmth of the Sun. 

..in starlight see's,

the blush of the Moon rises the Stars in dimensions unknown to implode with desire to be seen as expressive energy  to feel in my stead the fierce explosion of a dream.

As the Oceans Wave prepares for the Rogue to raise in you the heights of desire as to overwhelm your mind with thoughts in like.

I breathe in your score.

Within the base of the existence of this Planet,

Earth notes the measure for such record of balance to offset the heat of such erotic exchange.

Challenging Mother Nature in infinity.

A thought singular to you fires the match within my core to rise to occasion of now.

My Essence has become a melting point to register my want.

I stroll upon the sands of time to know the beat of my heart races at your notes.

Madness is excused and sensual lust carries this might.

The delicate flavor of an ever-lasting play, encourages my fancy.

The fluttering of the depths that I have fallen just dreaming upon you in reframe, overcomes me.

The shiver of reality has bitten, I wake.

A Twin Soul's plight,

to know flight.

Guilded Entry

I had a Journey too!!

A place you cannot undo,

Mother Earth is True.

So should you know the things,

to Tell?

Would you say?

"I do?"

A question not of Marriage.

Between what you may not think.

I drive between the lines.

No fool!

For the Laws of Man dictate.

What is this Syne of?

Grace?

Is it a Race?

Or, to set a pace?

A Time in Space?

Regardless of the answer,

it's yours to do the dance for!!

So, take your time,

and mind your place,

for you should not inhabit mine,

'cause it is all yours. 

Forsake?

I'll react without much thought,

for I was never bought,

"I was taught."

I set my Time,

I set my Pace,

so I may experience this place.

With peaceful rivalry,

not enraged reaction of what is,

'cause lies are on your face.

And, all you Testify,

is not of any taste.

Stop Yourself!!

Before you step-on Sage,

be wise and know your age.

For older Souls than I,

may watch to See your inner eye,

and know you are disgraced.

~

Writing the Wrongs

 

Should you carry on this way,

you will be caught before you're gone.

For, should you have been before,

than, you fell before you came.

"An Independent Mind, Knot Logic"

By Karen Anastasia Placek

Nature at Play

Towards the thrifty Moon.

I witness!

It spares no room.

Exactness for its every space,

is done in the detail of total grace.

As the Sun peaks over the Horizon.

I watch to seek a vantage.

How does a giant ball of fire,

ever birth itself from below?

In-between the Sun & the Moon,

the Sky receives some air for breath.

Instructions all UN-writ!

In Rote it seems they go.

Only to follow,

for sake.

The Time is Now, The Place is Here, It is called, "The Continue," where new life shall begin again.

It is not a state of enlightenment, I have known this from, "The Begin."  Sit back and know, nobody waits, for in, "The Continue," we show & go.

As we are passing through we take a good look at you.  Not all being from the same place, I pity what the fouled believe.

Your Source is only known within your own, personal zone.  Should you have killed your Faith of such an innocent thought, than you are now to exist in the......

For this, I fear for You!

It seems as if this may have come true.  

So many searching, so many doubts, so many questions, so many lies, so many.

Delve down and I would shout....HELP ME, I'm out Traveling so far!!  I see my like.  He is my type, this is no hype.

Awake my old friend, 'Our' Source. Your mend! Our Life, my Twin!! 

This is a Spiritual Thoroughfare, "Hello" I hear your song, it's been to long.  The "Rings of Time" celebrate with the vibration of this Earth.  The Bells are tolling.  Chiming to this Truth of mine.

I'm fine.  I love you in the sight of my mind, you are most eloquently sublime.  In this beautiful moment of now, I state: "It is called, 'The Continue' not 'The End of Days.' I am  here with more than I." Each of Us, Couples; From the Sky.

I outstretch my view to a more Worldly You.  I speak to say, the words to hear.  Years dissolve, Time has no meaning, it has flown at rates that very simply make Forever take, less than a minute for me.

As the Musical Fare of nothing more than a story of him, I implore you to listen to my Twin.

He is not telling, but stating, 'The Why' & 'The When."

The tumbling of Belief in the Hereafter has spurred this most incredible Quest.  It is the "Belief of Now," that shall shout; "The Continue" is Here!!

Welcome, to your Begin.

~ ~

"Belief is the Innocence of Faith Itself."

Print It, 'Cause it's a Wrap!!

The internal sight of what is raw,

I cringe to know my life.

A freak am I?

I do think so.

Relief does not yet show.

Where is the beauty of Love?

What is it I am not knowing of?

Because I saw it all differently,

doesn't mean much of anything,

to anyone other than Me.

And, possibly You.

Thanks!!

An experiment at Three,

a wreck at Four,

used up by Five,

I was told,

"She wrote the script for your Life."

(My Mother that is)

Follow it;

"Live?"

Rebel,

"Die."

...a question not to have to have asked,

but to record in the confines of my memory.

Held in the closeness of Myself,

my mind afforded me this in detail.

Since I was small,

the threats remained veiled,

not like the Hooded Men in the East.

Know!!

I do.

At least some things are real.

Deny the kidnapping, I dare you!!

The story told so very well by you,

but not of late.

What happened?

I remember too.

I stored it all so carefully.

Away you go again.......

Sing a little song,

not very long,

Tulips, Tulips,

...now it's all gone.

~

The End

~ Script Done ~

Starring,

Yours Truly

The Proper Preparation for............

As Life delivers the next wipe-out,

I ready myself;  Feeling no strife.

"I Live"

Do not despair, just repair yourself.

Knowing not your own complications,

until the strength you do have, appears.

For in this thought, I deliver honesty.

"I'm able"

Pain will only plague you, if, you deny.

In it's stead, agony steps-up to remind,

of what is not but could never be.

"Just 'cause"

For a Million-Ten is not 1000 Years.

You've already been and I bid you you're due!

 A promise to self is bound by stealth.

 "Knowing,"

  is believing in myself.

~