Virtue

Trust is found,

in flight I'm bound,

in mighty chivalry.

I'm found!

Upon the shock,

of to much talk,

I'm laiden and I'm free.

I'm sound!

Two many locks,

the keys are rigged.

To bind you in your side.

I'm oscillating noise!

To great fore countless ride,

batten down this cry,

width virtue you and I.

K.A.P.

5/5/2009

Wings Organ

Neglecting blind what is thine.

Bleeding back what sees all time.

Our days create a thirsty verse

of Everglades upon this nurse.

Being mean in consequential spleen,

gives whey to splintery whim. 

Whet disbursing of wisdom wreath.

Thrust must come from beneath.

Lay gently back your pulsing pride.

Fore thou must need some peace inside.

Deep within you do reside.

Take gently now, this say "I".

Organs binding mighty twist.

Spinal pattern doth exist.

The shivering of feather dust.

My wings; no longer are with us.

K.A.P.

5/5/2009

Branching

Trees bow in winter dreams.

I'm so glad this is not me.

In depth of mind, wisdom creeps,

the branch of peace will meet my feet.

The trunk of wealth, roots our dear,

I often begin to find a tear.

Dropping from the height of mine.

Raining down the songs of when?

The fall of stealth, crashing in,

through the thin night air.

Gave rise to Oaks,

and eyes to sigh.

 Trees bow in winter dreams.

I'm so glad that this is me.

In depth of truth I do believe,

the branch of peace will meet with me.

  

K.A.P.

5/6/2009

Abstract

Soaring sight of such delight,

cruising across the star lights.

Make room for this girls moon.

The sun and universal divide,

draw back and here the stir.....

of all the black in her.

No holes do give weigh to 

the massive comets coming.

Inn for ready scream.

Darting, flashing through

mass and doom of planetary styleing....

of a sky I knew.

Light-years time the utter exist

of you and me, I see.

In far out spacial desire I miss,

 adventurous and minor bliss.

Colors shy, smashing sound,

in cordial flight of galaxy mix!

Abstract my mind,

a thoughtful strike,

dark matter surround not me.

Neither up, nor down, you see,

its just round the found, I know.

A Nursery gathering

of amorphous nude,

the skies have never been that rude!

K.A.P.

5/5/2009 

Fraught

Empowering thought,

is often fought,

Two hemispheres due sway.

Coordination,

in such I taught,

one mindset did appear.

I hear the words,

full of fraught,

both hemispheres are here.

K.A.P.

5/5/2009

Oneself

I'm here to right the wrongs.

Turn left my life.

Turn write my soul,

Turn rite my heart not thine.

Direct my mind!

Wrong naught life,

correct my words,

wrung I am too here.

Dissect my thought?

Hear to sear,

here to Lear,

"Here, hear"!! to simple thought.

 

Divert my emotional tear!

Two in count,

To I will,

Too overcome with Fear.

Distraction is my HEART!

I'm here to write,

I'm so uptight,

I'm hear to right the wrongs.

K.A.P.

5/5/2009

Depth

Sane I you,

sane you me,

insanity design.

A structure forms,

inside I mourn,

in deepest memories,

I'm torn!

Disease is on my mind.

I got born,

then I got worn,

by people of the time.

Disaster struck,

when I said "yuck"

a different person dine.

Now I'm here,

they may jeer,

poke fun inside of mine!

Steer so clear,

"Oh, wait I hear",

they may do some time.

K.A.P.

5/4/2009

Record

 

The tethered line of "Life Divine",

a chord of sweet release.

The notes doth play, the minor stay,

a major shifts the key.

The Highs and Lows, a warm explode,

why doth thou hail me?

I hear you Fear the simple things

the trouble and the low.

My Bass is deep, my Treble Cleft

is music to the sold. 

(Uphold!!)

The Ancient Times of missing sine,

our deepest and their Bold.

A piece you Play, seems to display,

a kindness laughing Tear.

E Minor hold, F Major told,

G String please put away.

I'm not to old, to be ten fold,

a biblical record! 

Know Cherib,

doth this mourn, today, singing all the way.

Waltzing to an Opera,

that Mozart did not play.

K.A.P.

5/4/2009

On

Death fucked up,

He got stuck,

removed me from this room.

Shutters down, pulled me around,

black darkness filled his face.

I might die, I rarely lie,

especially in this case.

Threats ran about, 

He would never tout,

no guilt was on his face.

This guild of men,

died way down in

to death was no disgrace.

Gray days came,

insane to name,

the perpetrators prey.

Praying pawn,

knighthood hawn,

Death is on its way!!

K.A.P.

5/4/2009

Whispers Wriggled

They drove us far, inside the car,

an early morning rise.

Topeka stray, a Boulevard

a purple mind will stay.

The crooked line, the handle bar,

I held in such dismay.

I watched my hand,

turn blue in site.

Terror entered on that night. 

Dusk was soon to enter here,

wet rain came from above.

My neck did ache

from splattered hate

I'm dead and I'm not Nine.

Last year, last place

I'll know (no) this taste

pucking, stooping, shy. 

My big brother and sister lie,

the twisted tongue with slice.

Aching, breaking, snaking mine

to empathy embrace.

No hindrance found,

No striping town,

whispers wriggled thru.

It was me,

no T.V.,

no one remembers thee!!

K.A.P.

5/4/2009

Opening Night

Delusional stance,

posture they do take.

I'm not a man,

I have no boots,

I'm just a girl.

My mother you have

racing, bracing, tracing Hair.

For one more look doth want!

Desire is not mine, it took

my innocence and care.

Why bother wit, uplifting snare

a trap whilst you do stare.

In many cases of all this

my fingerprint know now!

I did exist, I did complain,

I did not make this evil stain.

I am just an egg, not a spoon

for he doth run away.

Result me now, they had a cow

'cause I was on the way.

Sadness struck, for tummy tuck

the knife swings at me.

I held on tight, with all my might

with little trembling fear.

Orgy sore, I was tore,

my face did not displace.

For every door, there was a whore,

just standing,

waiting,

paying ewe.

The curtain lifts on delusional myth.

K.A.P.

5/4/2009

Filtered Explosion

A door nearly blew me away.

The stairs were steep with crete.

Burgundy curtains held back the wares

of many, many tales.

Entered room, did not go boom

hutch table in here lie,

each one a single nook...

Look! Nigh!

"Hang coat hear", "this is mine",

"I can't reach".

Brass hook with knobs adorn

a swivel makes it full.

Canister in long frame,

umbrellas, canes and like.

All of this displayed tonight

this ain't no way, no room.

Ordinary guys request a space,

illusion draws the magic sticks,

a bolt of chain links.. the stag.

There was only one fondling,

shake with fright,

chilling fear,

spinal cord in Tune.

Felt exposed, my feet are tight

my toes begin to show.

Curling, hurling, gargle me,

Monsters start their rising.

Filtered mine, tea leaves read,

star cups follow the moon.

Sunlight blacking out all time

believe me now it will explode.

K.A.P.

5/4/2009

Sharding

Harness leather is rather thick.

There is richness in the stitch.

The whips and chains brought no
great danes, the german shepherd lies, 
stilling me.

Their teeth are barred, their hackles up,
the growling at the door.

The bedpost four, the dresser nigh,
I'm sure I'm not a tie.

A room of light, there was no shore,
it was so tightly fit.

I kept awake, in hand I do!

Remember What? Remember Who?

A Seance is in the hand
smoldering chill doth fill me.

Moldy, clammy hands doth hold me,
filtered parts of A La Carte,
dinner? the time of year they sneer.

Beating bombs, bonging sneath
a pipe so long, cotton strong.

The hose does a loop to loop
passing, fasting, are the summing?

Apple droppings scattered 'bout,
hay there, clings "no tout".

Intestinal line, like running twine,
a wheel of wood is spinning.

The thread like entrails
became "ditty ice"!!

drinking down the stomach pane,
shards of glass
are entering
this caused a stir!

K.A.P.

5/4/2009