Simple Delight

Understanding the air,

riding the wind,

tickle the breeze,

"roar" says the storm.

Wild rain pours,

tears from the clouds,

light twinkles the sky,

thunder rattles these rooms.

All in good time,

a calm in between,

counting seconds leave.

A bang, make believe.

The heart of the earth.

The moon in space.

The sun shines so bright,

behind all this right.

Hail to the mountains!

Snowing beautiful sight.

All of this is a,

Simple Delight.

K.A.P.

6/25/2009

Toot Your Horn

A trauma related thought.

A body found in pain.

A mind reeling in torture,

a soul without a chance.

A way to start a dance,

a direction of a trance,

twirling inside lurid tales,

of retching wicked scenes.

I do not see the meanness,

I can not tell the smell,

all I know, is what I tow.

It weighs me with the dough.

Never does pain rise,

it hurts me side by side.

Lost within the dreaded sin,

there seems to be no win.

Dropping like a sail,

increase the speeding rail,

toot your horn and don't adorn.

I'll be right by your side.

K.A.P.

6/23/2009

Sin

Wind blows,

Divinity shows,

Life's cool,

I'm sometimes blue.

I can't undo,

what's been done,

it is my run.

I'll use the sun,

to warm me, when I'm one.

Look to now,

present large,

understand,

this is no shrowd.

Praise a name,

don't make it mine.

Decide to go,

you better row,

you might find that,

you loose your tow.

Don't give in,

you will win,

all!  Because,

it's not your sin.

Victim

I am a victim of extreme violence.

I am a victim of sexual abuse.

I am a victim of manipulation.

I am a victim of spiritual abuse.

I am a victim of my birth,

I was Two, the first full time threw.

How old were You?

I am a good person.

I am a conscientious human being.

I am a vibrant woman.

I have freedom to choose.

I can remember who is who.

Do You?

Conviction of Mind will often find,

memories spare the simple kind.

Stood up too and walked onto,

A Bridge of Life,

with you.

He held me up, when I fell in,

a pity trip! It won't begin.

I am a victim.

That's just it.

K.A.P.

6/23/2009

Cleaning

A life of absolute stress,

surviving on fear.

Do I fight?

feeling fright?

I can't know,

I'm so uptight.

Each day of my life,

has not been very nice.

Jealous feigns,

malicious means,

I remember since my teens.

Spoiled life,

full of strife,

manipulation ruled.

Reflection of what pooled.

Warning all,

that I'm not small,

I've grown-up!

here I come,

and I'm not dumb.

My mouth speaks truth,

with words of meaning,

I am cleaning.

K.A.P.

6/23/2009

I Write

Record a Note, a tonal sound,

a hum or whistle right.

It is a simple vocal throat,

bringing culture 'round.

Grasping at a straw filled line,

relieving all the pain.

Worth of joke,

rest is mine,

tempo with all time.

Presence in a moment jar,

screw down the Lid of Life.

Stalled in a time,

not once but thrice,

a curse of all this verse.

A blessing found,

in this I lounge,

the Pen of Strife,

I write!!

K.A.P.

6/23/2009 

It's Mine

One birth I cannot return.

A Life I stole from you.

A guilty mouth with thee unfold,

almost, I know I'm sold.

Sorry for your angry days.

Apology's were few.

If I could redeem to you,

a state I won't undo.

Deserving peace, I know I need.

Today I must approve.

I was born and now I'm torn,

between your disapprove.

A healing trait, for this I mise,

my energy is sure.

It's time to say,

"No, you may",

not become my Life!!

It's MINE.

K.A.P.

6/23/2009

I Do Not Lie

The time to be no more,

shallows when you die.

A quiet calm,

serenely plays,

a peaceful calming song.

Years of Waste,

lay in hate,

surrender to the bait.

Allow a deep and mournful cry,

to tone a long good bye.

Do not fret!

We just met!

A man of simple prose.

Close one eye,

cross your tie,

and pray I do not lie.

K.A.P.

6/23/2009

Life, Strife!!

My cause for sure is sight of All.
No apology from those who are to Tall.
Living lives in blank repose.
My face is all they hate.

Reminders of a Night in Rage,
mistake my turn from safety cage.
A chance to live a tired life,
at least I am and don't engage.

Locked away in prison stay.
One day my freedom shall ring true.
A moment of release divine!
Sweetly teasing, nicely pleasing.

Yearly dedication wise,
this is desires of my mind.
I know a softer, easier time.
A Gift of Life was mine.

Although I fight for every breath,
this is not a test of sight.
I gently gaze, a line of haze, 
foggy is my life. 

All I know,
is when I go,
I will know, no more strife.

K.A.P.

6/23/2009

I See

A talent for birth canals,

the rivers run deep.

No ship on mission states,

a canoe narrows in.

Hold the paddle,

the torrent of the turns.

A Waterfall will crash,

in beautiful fall.

No fear will answer,

the deafening call.

White water will froth,

like anger does rise.

The babbling stones,

the crashing rocks.

Water will run!

Patience, Seeking.

A gentle pass,

the curve I brake,

and it all repeats,

until the ocean

"I see".

K.A.P.

6/23/2009

My Birth

I delight in my creative existence,

I know of simple paths,

I revel in delightment,

I seek out my wonderment.

My breath brings into me my life.

I love my own thought,

on glorious bounds,

twinkling the corners of my eyes.

I enjoy the Clarity of Speech,

loving each word with relief,

not asking for any guise,

just releasing illusional piece.

A Gallery of Trust,

oxygen soothes my sides.

Etching on a comforting sign,

of my simple souls design.

Lovingly I find,

the death of all time.

Gentle do I say,

"My birth was really mean".

K.A.P.

6/23/2009

Embracing Wisdom

It seems a Time of Peace serene.

My thoughts are calming now!

The hatred of this wicked pact,

(discovery of all who signed)

"of what", I cannot do all that.

A very timid and small child was,

a fleeting memory mine.

The waste of such a gentle life,

was very simply mine.

My mind is wise beyond this time,

a pill of Genius doubt.

I can not be aloud to be,

I must be put straight out!

It's sad for all the ignorance blast,

what waste of valued space.

Quickly pointing at the grace,

when wisdom did not embrace.

The ticking, tacking, blocking way,

of ginger cookies crisp.

A wonderment of all I say,

I simply can't exist.

K.A.P.

6/16/2009

Real Foe

I was choking on my minds rage.

I was here and there Inside of Age.

The cum ran down my mouth and face,

I threw-up inside my body's thought.

The surging fact of real body,

over this I truly toil.

Disgusting late in madness rank.

Missing only body form.

Reality is a blistering spot,

until the boil pops!!

Screaming anxiousness, in toil I turn,

am I here experiencing there?

Real spin of rotten Life!

the stinking Depth of Pain.

Hurtful ringing in my ears.

Rotten, Muddy mirrors.

Don't help in this empty nest!

Don't call for your own faness!

All I know is what I show,

Agony of Life, in this I grow.

Making memories of real foe. 

K.A.P.

6/16/2009