Sight

There is this man, in my life.

He causes sight of no more strife.

He raises hand in kindness too,

telling me, "I love you".

I met him once in Dungeon Lair.

He does like!! to pull my hair.

A gentle way with crosses bare.

He held me in, I did not tear.

This night of darkness,

night of terror.

Became a way, to view the air,

of temptress taunting,

Men were daunting.

He held me tight,

it was alright.

At the end, he did the mend.

Asked to Fuck,

to wrap it up.

Off we went into the night,

I said, "yes", on went life!!

K.A.P.

8/13/2009

Mend

I often feel day by day,

it's time to heal and to go,

down a road that I don't know,

to see the things I can't tow.

You have been with me all this time.

Reveling in deathly rhyme.

It's just the stuff that you don't time,

that makes me wonder, auld ang sine.

Old friends, not forgot,

good jobs not yet had,

how can I get in your head?

That your a good guy,

and not yet dead!

It's only one step,

that you must make.

One at a time,

is all you climb.

Overwhelmed and at your end,

everyday you do not send,

a place for you,

to go and mend.

K.A.P.

8/11/2009

Order Of The Day

Order of the Day

I arrived in deepest pain.

I felt as if I was insane.

I could not tell that this was plain,

a place to hold my head in shame.

I cracked, I creeked, my head,

"I shrieked".

You could not hear my words to seek.

For silence held my lips in peace.

My mind was filled with such unease.

Every day I passed the play.

The school which held our very say,

"Hello, my name is", can you take?

The mindful words and ready make?

Each of you held keys to life.

It's hard to see through all this strife.

Your stories held a light to show,

the common ground for us to know.

I feel like I'm in a place,
where it seems like such a race,
to do the things we cannot see,
but stand on our priorities.


It is not a quality,
to believe or not to see,
the feelings in our very deed.
The fact that we can plant a seed.


Watch it grow, Watch it bloom.
Happiness will be there soon.
A bouquet of every way,
will be the order of the day.

K.A.P.

8/9/2009

Change

My mind will swirl and often whirl,

around this place and in my head.

I dart from here and run from there,

I cannot see and hardly dare,

to take the things I cannot do.

To stand up straight,

and ask who's, who?

I'm in a flash,

I'm in a stare.

I'm overwhelmed,

I cannot dwell,

in pain of past,

it seems like Hell.

It's hot and dry,

an old hotel,

inside my mind.

It's where I find,

troubled maze,

of this I change!

K.A.P.

8/9/2009

I Died Inside

They drove away and they sneered.

Laughing hardily as the jeered.

Turned the corner, I said, "Oh dear",

I've been left, I cannot hear.

My mind did scream.

I felt outrage.

Out of body, inside my cage,

I cannot speak.

I'm not a page,

tear me out!

They did with rage!!

Lost at such a small, small, age.

Closed my eyes,

I held my sides.

Hurting deep,

reeling inside,

Help Me! Help Me!

They have lied!!

Is this the day?

I died inside?

K.A.P.

8/7/2009

Done

Raining down the sands of time,

gently reaching the Oceans Brine.

A salty taste there is no waste,

of life or liberty,

Post Haste!!

Pain fills my mind,

memories remind,

of all the love and hate.

None of this is mine.

A man I seek,

he brings relief,

of all the strife within.

His love is pure.

His hate is none,

and all he does,

becomes done,

in body, soul and spirit mind.

K.A.P.

7/5/2009

Foresee

Relief is spelled,

with desires answered.

A simple point of view.

What we hold true,

can be new.

So, don't undo!

We can get through.

The awful and unjust.

It just takes time,

to unwind,

becoming who we must.

It's hard to trust,

and you may bust,

but patient you can be.

So, sit right down,

and do not frown, 

a day will come to see.

All that will,

be on your sill,

and beauty you will foresee.

K.A.P.

7/5/2009

Exhausts

My throbbing brain!

My aching heart!

My unfit soul,

exhausts me.

K.A.P.

7/5/2009

My Brain

The throat will constrict,

when it is ripped.

The dripping goop,

slips on through,

to your stomach too.

A thought for every nasty,

would cost a giant fee.

The pain just never stops me,

my brain just will not cease.

K.A.P.

7/5/2009

I'm Dying

I'm Dying

Persevere inspite of doubt,

in this you cannot fault.

I can't give-way to horror,

in mind, or breath, or more.

The days are long,

the nights give song,

to nightmares that have

no shore.

Total grief haunts me,

in thought, or sight, it daunts me.

Coming in to land,

I find I cannot stand.

They left pools of bloody memories,

inside of all my energy.

It drains me of my senses,

and I get left on fences.

Not a place to be!!

Hurry up, can you see?

I'm dying.

K.A.P.

7/5/2009

It's Neat

A book of dreams,

a book of gifts,

a life filled with all of this.

I lost my yearning,

I kept on turning,

in and out of mindful pain.

Inside my heart,

I see my soul,

I cry for wisdom too.

Don't throw away,

a life to stay,

it may take longer,

than a day.

Stay tuned in,

hold the pride,

you've come so far,

on this ride.

Life is beautiful!

Life is sweet!

Don't give up,

because it's neat!!

K.A.P.

7/5/2009

For Long

Reckoning a day without end,

in fear of what will begin,

filled with fright and over-wrought,

a mind of nimble sin.

Count your days of all you lend,

to others for account.

It's not for you,

to slop for Two,

if all you do is stay so cool.

What happens now,

might be loud,

so, you may wear a shroud.

Easy does it,

you may love it,

you could heal straight through.

Put down the spears.

Raise a shield,

if you feel like you may yield.

It's O.k. for today,

to be yourself for long.

K.A.P.

7/3/2009

All I Know

The depth of day,

the length of life,

the only breath time owns.

The distant call,

might be small,

a simple, gentle, voice

I hear.

A tiny mirror,

of life long pain,

shows memories on tape.

A tickering sound,

of the playing show,

is sometimes all I know.

K.A.P.

7/2/2009