Key Piece Pictures Read

The sharpest cut of delivery,

the approach of Production,

will not sway in planned!!

The purge of development,

with Thought of pensive Design,

products know Book of Volumes.

Time adds Interest,

percentage in adage,

holds accounts in Fits!!

A Puzzle, A Picture, A Film,

no matter conditions,

the Live Action has already taken,

it's Day!!

To discount the sand from the Rock of which it came,

is to disregard the size of 'Collective Grinding'.

Shall bits in Mass affect greater Erosion or,

in Original find,

select unmovable as Wait!!

Encroaching rattles the Link of Attach,

the gain in loosed,

contacts proof!!

Invitations burned as Money talks proud,

a loss in part of rolled!!

To advantage Case,

a luncheon based,

the Salt of a peppered coached,

recording investigation,

the bureau of sight.

Seated opinion adds to Dollars Amount?

I'm a Figure,

the Scene of 'commas' or 'Pounds'?

The Register of Cash,

a targeted Cow,

the 'fat' of a calf looks to the knife,

as Butcher's 'Court' price,

in payment upon inquired life!!

A Letter Opener

Return to the root of a taught approach,
outside the birth of universal teaching,
ability to consider a current of discernment,
brought for development of future decisions.

Caught by this human store of just living,
the earth should be a place to hug, also giving.

Difference shall show an accountable kind,
the type that would rather hold in a bind,
than be forced into silence for pursuing a sign.

I put the issue on the plate of begin,
the silver in setting becomes only send,
the age of no talking makes speaking akin,
the hand-shake to phone resembles no friend.

The built structure to venture intact,
a needle in the hay stack sought only path,
realize the void of knowing no voice,
the point of the life was to simply say hi.

The eyes that don't meet or see face to face,
are the ones that add-up and increased the disgrace,
by calling me names like cunt and a rich bitch,
made me halt my inquiry to only the pain.

You really have no idea until you're followed exact,
and Hits that do tell in a day of attack,
always from nowhere but boy are on track,
to knock the wind from the one who spoke of a map.

So Plato replied in many more lines,
as Ancients wrap-up the total is luck,
it's better to speak on perception of deed,
than to suffer the doubt that eternity breathes.

The value of I held in this Site,
folded Origami with each Post as a light,
the wealth of the bore to a Full-Battled War,
Google the saddle with bridled bit right,
Youtube the girth to tighten the Might.

Deviantart, my favorite compose,
the Irons of leathers that seem predisposed,
the Artists to meet draw such complete,
directions to what I've written relief.

The field of play an Internet day,
to liberate thoughts that are only brought,
the find to a break or a chained contemplate.

The Links of the Lives to straighten a Ride,
to Jump and not Leap or click to say bleep,
the bounce of the Red Ball is simply a Peek!!

No battering ram the horn of the pierce,
movement creates as falls do not blow,
the blastoff predictable to what people know.

A bigger bang should know triggered pulls,
the Ammunition of Word,
machining approach,
the Rifle of Verse,
the bead on the bearing to dig-out the Moat.

Older measures or sand-stone soaps,
the wash in bathe of the film a fragment,
the C.D. is a Disc that records the harassment,
the Views of a Page installed with attachment.

The Minds that have made this resolve of attacking,
their ambush upon the life never lacking,
belong to themselves or computers that tell,
addresses our numbered hits in a second.

It's what comes behind that follows the click,
the records that show the constant of hits,
again and again the question know answer,
eventually you will know that you've been the Cancer.

I keep mine clean with only what's blunt,
for sake of the times that I still do front,
not for the hope that I'll meet the man,
but for the facts and the continue to stand,
against what has been a life with a trend,
harassment and violence will come to an end.

Exposing the 'Stalker's' to more than I could,
recording the visits in simply the keep,
a way of distraction to actively see,
why are you following my life without glee.

I turn on the Internet as Google does cross-it.

Preferable Mentions

The personification of a Singular Realm,

the distinction provides division.

Belief versed,

innocent equals in read.

Provisions apply to riddle the Mind,

the rattling of shared thinking,

shaking-out trust,

pointing lie to spare!!

Grasp not a filled falsehood,

brand never,

the empty chalice full.

The Bishop's sent the Priest in shop,

the purported Moth,

a Butterfly still.

Place upon the stream,

a paddle with a theme,

a Motto in design of wound,

the spindle of know thread.

Choice evokes the turbulence,

destruction creations mold, 

the break?

Physical control to exist,

 without a mortal face,

the sights of time and place.

Flavored Case ~ Fingered Prints

Quiet whales see restore,

swimming dynamics offers tread!!

Channeled locks the bolt of a noisy vain,

system bounces,

off the brain.

The sound of chatter,

echoes same,

screeching arrears of total strain!!

Not all language spoken tongue,

communication offers,

the auditioned sooth.

Lost at read,

followed price,

scare replaced,

seated in a level pace.

Edged with Sod,

growing props,

now the Wind blows with Plot!!

Lagoons are Valleys of Mountains cog,

stoked collections problem solved;

Vacuum swept.

Look to Real,

smudges saved,

the canvas lives in Plato's day.

Etching-out a fabled stay,

to believe would only be,

the scariest event in history.

A sort of Courting,

now? Null & Voiding,

erasing what may have made,

entry to a better way.

Understandable

The best of last is to have known,

 the Cast of the Scenarios stoned.

Running Credits to Ancient Past,

the egg-shell cracks with only laugh,

the theory of an unknown pact,

the World so frightened,

it hits exact.

Hot Wire Shocks

The Star that's Blue,

shines-On in open skies,

Karmic Reply.

The brilliant light,

the Fire shines,

Across the Black dimensions,

much like I.

To wound a Mind with words unkind,

deliver verse without a Hearst,

leaves an empty void in thoughts of noise,

the Static of,

is touched these days.

A negative tone of only drone,

the spoken 'Sentence' required repentance,

but instead?,

the 'I's' seek,

no deliverance!!

To Walk-A-Run,

the quest of shunned,

the 'I' in 'Me' rehearsed the Deed,

for in this life of keys,

 I felt a Lead!!

To know that songs do belong,

a C.D. plan brings on what's strong,

a sort of man,

whom 'no's' those wrongs,

makes 'Just a Living'

simply mused what's giving?

Encased the Moon,

residential bloom,

the Tree of Life is Why,

The Continue?,

is win!!

Public Transportation, People-Talked, Discipline Rocks

The leather worn,

the boots adorned,

the tap of the beat,

the rhythm repeat.

Soak-In between the Scene,

a singular Being,

a Man and a Play!!

To strum the instrument,

to move delight,

the stroke of the One,

whom discovers this.....come!!

Down into the depth of Found,

I sort the Do's,

Yes Sir, know Sir, Three-bags Full!!

Sir

You make the swells,

an Ocean of need,

across the Pond a Steed,

a mount to be between the knees,

the Quiver of the Arrowed lead.

To ride the breeze with a moment of read,

I gallop-in whilst home.

The Exposed, the Levity,

the Fact of what he's done,

awakes the Rite to State a Way,

the Twin Flame Souls Preordain.

The Moon resides,

the Sun says Hi,

the Stars shine brightly to guide.

A Galaxy, a Planets lake,

the Universe of a Dimensions Twin!!

Should I go before the rest,

than template soul that split for whole.

Recover what was best,

to show a Life;

Long Test.

No score to even,

no dump to place,

a higher state,

a given-rate,

the History of?,

bye no mistake!!

At an End of World sin,

the blend or melt of a Twin,

Fires the Flames,

fanning nothing more and nothing less than Ascend.

In the while of the Means,

a testimony exists to bare witness,

to watch the hit-list as Win is turned to distance.

A god of War strikes exact,

the Mark of dark and lurid core,

identity will hold for whom pulls the Thor!!

The stanza of Humanity should be,

said too.

The principal part,

a natural law of abide,

is not only broken it's saw.

Resistance Counts,

the 'roll' of fall,

the Dice do gamble,

the Cards?,

'Our' cut.

Denied for?,

being alive.

The Game is to Call,

out the Maul,

make known through the Verse,

intent of a small.

Ventures to crawl, to walk, too stand!!,

to go from this planned demise,

 of the biblical yoke,

that Religion planned.

To be a joke is so much better than being damned as a debtor.

Brand Name Plans

The words that express,

swept approach,

the post of,

a dust pan coach.

Tourists came to the Cable Car fame,

each passed by with another guy,

the brake for sake allowed to skate,

a Conductor with a handle makes,

safety space in dividing place.

With each sentence,

the life it is,

brings a count to gift or sift,

the ample case to prevent demise regardless of Event!!

The blocks so built,

a pyramid in site,

the base is wide,

the height resides,

within the structure of the try.

Spread each phrase with what is caged,

the bird in hand,

a parroted plan.

The Vulture Hunt,

ability to see with the clarity of keep,

to unravel the embedded design,

that developed at only nine,

Nob Hill still a Sign!!

The paint brush strokes,

silenced folks,

the strange became a sign,

not 'All' at home were blind.

To regard the health of marred,

the witness did what's best as a re-mark,

beware of the bee hives nest,

the sting completes with rest.

This is the Emergency Broadcast System,

if this was a real emergency,

the following information,

would warn a Nation.........beep, beep, beep.

Who do you call when you are small?

or barely three feet tall?

on your own without a phone,

in the place that provides a trait?

I know....nobody at all,

you wait until you can know,

and learn as you go,

the numbers of said because of,

slip of tongue? or a cause to stun?

The reaction to action,

is that belief is a tablet,

to swallow? A habit.

I left my heart in San Francisco!!

A Prime Number

Rising lives settling sides,
churning past to brought.

A checkered flagged with marked appeal,
will you walk or route the conscious climb?

The venture worth a dollared risk,
the likened rare or fare to hist',
the common search reflected safety,
in a World of too much.

Piano plays with trumpets born,
the singer planted grounds,
the strum of the mere photographed,
a pre laid pact is a promised snap.

Bellowing lyricist,
echoed speech,
credits roll to 'no idea'
just a tempted state,
personalizing not to placate.

The wood stained floor,
masking taped marks,
the sticky venue,
a well-worked effort,
the walls will speak the truths,
Postered past Future cast.

Bread & Buttered

Pipelines or Vowels,

either sound loud,

the 'Letters' of been,

had an akin.

The language of,

a hashtag or boss,

a life or an albatross?

The Line of ink,

a writers leave.

The essay of the poems perceived,

a riddle or a rhythmic move of boarded cheese,

the mouse not trapped with the Rat removed.

Old or Past,

ancient in last,

Ages will add,

subtraction is tack,

the pin of the corked screw.

The sample quoted delivered sack,

a bread boxed approach,

to date, to sort, keep in line,

the Baker of Sourdough starts,

an Apprentice Park,

curbing saved lives in a confidence game running stuns.

Why be of purpose when it's a Race.

Why ask questions when you are told all the answers.

Why dream when reality is so perfectly served you're drowning in it.

Why face the Sun if it is meant to leave too.

Why try when all fails.

Why exist if all we do is die.

Why be responsible if you cannot be accountable.

Why issue hope when life is absurd.

Why stop anything.

Why remember.

Why read.

Why bother.

Why feel guilty.

Why get together if we all die alone.

Why are we here if we are not meant to meet.

Why speak when no one talks.

What's the point when your life has been driven in so deeply, that the World becomes a ghost and the shadow is dying.

Crisping Importance with tidy wipes,

dustpans,

a stitch in time saves Nine!!

Darning

The Evidence Of A Daily Chore

The gush of the Solar System, the deafening crash goes silent just like that.....it's over.  The ride of write, the listened tether, the ink in feather, to complete what only nothing proves, darkness intrudes.

As if the flush of aborted life, caused to much strife, the death was unbeknownst.

The violent struggle, a tangled web, the lies grew into disguised, a mask of survive, the rubble torn mind, a hiding fight, noise gave sound too might.

Taller one must know, forget their words enhance the form, the chain in barrel, a snake scare coiled fright, the repetitious began to balance better clarity, increased sight, no glass despair, the felt brought no dare, fifty-two pickup takes twice.

That proof? Never wait, double check, a safe distance will be provide to never dance and always know.

The cold concrete, the pebble burrows, in my back, I rack!!

The pain today, agony long lasts, moments ago, it shows!!

Beaten for price, belts buckled, across my back, knees go black, the bruises under skin of clothes, the nervous tension did have toes, curled -up in rooms with droves, congregations flack.

Story told, breakfast rolled, denial smug, no eyes to blight, just another bread and butter fork and knife,
the spoon did scoop, the restaurant napkin held my throat, the guttural reaction did not work.

This time had passed, older no wiser, just dumb to facts, that my stepfather never seemed to lack.

If I was given charge to do it, he spoke...it would be done.

Bitter chill of heard, alarms alarmed I also reared, directly out of place in sat, that face of hatred, red scathed, came from behind and choked me to the wood grained floor, the thread bearen oriental carpet snare.

All for one and one is done, breathing crazed, I blare!!!

Murder is murder, a statute of life, the scores of marked ravaged beatings, the slammings against bolted door, the misses, the hits, the aims, the strangling, you did what you did and it is just not right, this body will prove your guilty, whether I'm dead or alive or you kill this site.

March 18, 2006

March 18, 2006

Hello, my name is Karen; my mother is Melba M. Meakin the owner of Tal-y-Tara Tea and Polo Shoppe in San Francisco, formerly known independently as Waters Upton Tea Room and Tal-y-Tara Tack & Tweed. Hugh and Melba Meakin ran Student League of San Francisco and also founded the James S. Brady Therapeutic Riding Program, Horses in California, Inc., Golden Gate Park Polo Club, San Francisco Polo in the Park, Jumping in the Park and Dressage in the Park Show Series.  She also founded Christ Bearers Choral Congregation in San Francisco, currently known as Christ Bearers Bible Church.  My mother has always been the evangelical leader of the Christ Bearers Church.  All of these organizations are put forth as "nonprofits" and are still in effect currently in operation, with the exception of Tal-y-Tara, which is the only profit-seeking business that they own.

As Melba's third child from her first marriage, I have been privy to many different events and inner workings of my mother's organizations over the past 35 to 40 years.  I was born in 1965 in San Francisco to Edward and Melba Placek, parents of my two older siblings.  Melba divorced in the late 1960's, early 1070's, after a falling out about the Church that they had begun together with many others.  Melba then married Hugh Meakin after a lurid affair, which ended up being the nail in the coffin for her previous marriage.  Hugh and Melba Meakin continued on with the Church and had two more children.  Melba now had Five Children, with an age range of 18 years between the Oldest and the Youngest.  She currently has Seven Grandchildren it total.

I left my mother's home at the the age of 18 and ex-communicated myself from their Church.  I did not speak or have any contact with my mother and step-father or Church Members for approximately Five Years.  I had made a choice to never speak of my Family's Business  Affairs, in part because of the strict upbringing, which included "don't ask, don't tell" mentality.

Over the years I have tried to reconnect with my Family and have had conversations with my Mother and my Step-Father specifically asking them to put the past behind us and enjoy all the future has to offer.  I have never been successful in my endeavor to do so.  I have had to bear witness instead to the flagrant actions of my own mother and step-father showing no accountability of remorse for their actions, for the lives that have been lost.  Rather I have had to watch them openly gloat about the events leading up to this time in their lives, even going so far as to suggest or even state that they have not received enough financial gain for their perceived sacrifices.  At the same time they have continued to manipulate the truth in an effort to engage me, in order to see what I actually remembered.  I had to ask myself this question, when is enough, really enough?  I answered that question very quickly and just recently, when she shifted her manipulative manners and attentions onto my children for revenge against my defiant manner.  Her blatant disregard for the feelings and emotional well-being of my Four Children made answering this Question instant and without doubts.  This Time is Now, enough is finally, enough.  My shoulders are not big enough to continue to carry the burden of all the knowledge in regards to my mother's choices and actions and dealings with Jim Jones.  The accountability and responsibility lies on the shoulders and in the laps of Hugh and Melba Meakin and the off-spring that support this Con.  The knowledge of such crimes against Humanity have become in essence unbearable.

Melba and Hugh Meakins sudden independent wealth and perceived Station in Life is, highly suspect and should lead any good citizen to question the Origin of such an Estate.  It does have one.  The actions and decisions made over this 40 Year long Con has made this Lifestyle possible.  Their simple presence and ownership of Real Estate in San Francisco, including their home, estimated at quite a worth, raises questions as to whom has afforded this life.  "Where did their Wealth come from?"  I know. "Who paid for all of what you see and now no longer exists because it has been sold by Melba and Hugh Meakin, specifically."  I know.  Neither Hugh, nor Melba Meakin has maintained or been employed proving a legitimate career that would or could even come close to supporting this rather lavish lifestyle which they have enjoyed for so many years.

With the support of my Children, I have chosen to write a book with my Mother portrayed just as she is. This book will be an accurate account of my life while spending all of my young life at my mother side, as it has been proven I am the product of an affair.  In the end, I believe that this will free me from the haunting memories that have plagued me each and every day of my existence.  I have faith and I believe that by exposing this Con as the lie that it is, I may have an opportunity, albeit slim, to bring validity to the lives of many people, both dead and alive.  I hope that in time that people that suffered these horrors will choose to step forward and tell their own personal story.

I am reaching out to friends and acquaintances alike that may have known my Mother through these tumultuous years in hopes that you may be capable of filling in the missing chapters before my birth to this Earth.  I would really appreciate it if you would write down your memories to help me write a truthful and accurate narrative to this atrocity.  I respect your anonymity and you may remain anonymous if you wish, I will respect your confidence.

Thank you for your time and input.

Sincerely,

Karen A. Placek

Oddly 'The Fillmore' Gives Apples Away ~ Venue Complete James Blunt Concert ~ May 2014

Here we go again,
the song of the apple bin.

Take a bite of delight,
back to 'the Fillmore'
I don't think so,
the Venue is a City fantastic,
but the idea just went splat.

Much like the apple sauced,
I ground to only know,
I'd rather have taken that bite,
than to never have shown,
my hand in a Site.

Glad to see the onward pull,
importance to what's best,
no regrets of making bets,
I took a leap of faith,
to meet and not disgrace.

I felt it odd to be so compelled,
so forward with my news,
the "I know you's" were so profound,
the why's were 'all' but bound.

Never burst the bubble,
much to much trouble,
the idea of such would only touch...
the rupture of the stay would never finish coming.

So strangely close in thought composed,
as if one followed predisposed,
the question asked the answer tracks,
the best control is always fold.

Imagination takes me out,
the date of never doubt,
no worry of disappointment there,
no need to think or to believe,
'cause he is he and I'm relieved,
it's the songs that really make it out.

He's never late and always spouts,
there is no doubt performance sound,
the time is more than a moment for me....
I just push replay.....oh!,  
I mean.... Repeat!! Repeat!! Repeat!! repeat..!!  help me.....repeat, repeat, repeat....oh wait!! I know, Don't Stop ......

Congratulations to reason,
cheers to doubt,
hugs to whom may hold their friend,
benefits come from a strange new win,
never met always send,
enhances dreams of endless let,
hose me down with only Set,
the denims, the t-shirt and the black boots kept.

Apple Cakes

San Francisco Classics ~ A Commercial Venture On The Horizon

San Francisco Classics is yet another business that I wanted to start a few years ago, 2008 to be exact. I had the idea that I wanted to pitch to the Five Star Hotels in the City of San Francisco.  Instead of outfitting the rooms with artwork that does not work for you, design the decor to be of benefit to your Hotel and your bottom line profits.

By hanging these one of a kind lithographs in each room you will be giving the wall space a value and it will no longer be dead space or considered just wasted dollars. By placing a beautifully hand-crafted or manufactured brass placard directly underneath these incredible framed penciled drawings stating,

One of the many San Francisco Homes and Mansions available to see on our 'Ring of Fire' Tour"  see the Concierge for details.  Also available for purchase in our gift store, framed or unframed.

Maybe someday it will happen, you never really know or do you?