I sketched a story around my battle between rain and it's contemporary, the wind,
last night.
Drawings outlined with a harsher  pencilling , some  softer in lucidity.
Can it be,
the entirety of ones journey
from birth till death
is all in the lines of pencilling.
I pencilled my story ,
reinventing possibilities,
what ifs,
if onlys..
Would things have turned out differently ........
Somehow ...
My sketch came out beautifully
.....entirely what it's all meant to be.
Chalkings .......

DK
June 2014

I feel as though I have spent 8 years
Re writing the same character
Portraying the same role
Changing a suitable title
The endless idealist
Like the struggle of the activist
Against emotional crimes


DK
JUNE 2013

Choice is a pretty complex derivative
I can choose to be Separate from the chitter chatter talking to my cortex
It's demands are grand
And I'm it's opposition
It free loads ..
I can choose to invite it in ...
Hang it's dark cloak
Alter the frame it covers
Or ..
Just not comply
It's a Choice

DK
June 2014

COURAGE

C- constitutes
O- opulence
U- undertaking
      To
R- really
A- attack
G- gremlins
     With
E- extremity

DK...
2010

I feel the time,  ..sore time,, time My mind, body and soul seems to have stored.

Imagination

Human tale in a frame , audience can indulge in fantasy ,left with gorgeous memories
A world that seems so far away and Unreachable ... Imagination
All you have to do ..is step inside ...

DK
March 2014

'You knocked on my door
I opened
You kissed my lips
I responded
An accident meeting
We were both present in
I came out privileged
No regret - in turn
Another Learn
DK

Sitting across from the cold building about to 'constitute' my tomorrow
I reach for my ink
So To remember the words I scribe
In my vulnerable moments
.........

DK
3 June 2008

The transparent view from my window
- In Resonance -
Dazzled by illusion- In bold print
Merely meandering  in darkness
Saturated at times
Sealed  in solitude
Cleared by the dazzle of diaspora
A collage of time- Presented itself
In the wastelands of my soul
Whispered these words beside me, in the midst of one tiny moment
Of fresh, tangible crispness.
Greetings of friendship, surety , trust, integrity..................Forgiveness .

Each stage of our journey is just 'On the continuum ' - phases
"How are you "..,one asks.  
"Just on the continuum " was answered and after that,  I will carry on with my continuum
Living on the speed of life


The Abc of life
Appreciative
Blessings
To know yourself ...
Reaching that place of authentic self

DK
2014

One can't linger on what's no longer
Lessening the lingering on longing  for the littlest
Left the least

..Functioning
..amicably
..meandering
..ironically
..learning
..yearly ...

A Family Tale

DK
2014

Does a writer need more inspiration
But ' the mere privilege
Of experiencing  time
...
To read each ones story
Turning into a playwright
Or a screen guilders award

So many times , I have begun my story
Never progressing , as each new story unfolds in every old story that exists

Similar to the script that opens whenever A choice of chocolate beckons
Top deck , being the winner , partially in relation to a great friendship , partially for the instincts it always performs In me. It's relativity to the expressions of our stories - the  layers of changing.

Once upon a time....

DK
2014

Often in my life
I find myself in a warm corner
Linking words to the feelings
Producing emotions
Funneling through me.
Uncomplicated to simplify
'What is,... is'
Yet far more adventurous to plot
A fairytale of what if's  ...

Why would it be anything ,
but the warmest aroma of Hot Chocolate
Or  slight scent of a Vanilla  Pod
To establish a setting of the smallest events that have change your life in a second
Only to be continued with the thrill of  turbulence introduced

Perhaps our existence is merely just a story
A story of Time

Tangible
Intimacy
Meandering
Eternally

DK
July 2014

Every jingle
brings a jungle
Of whisperings
Looping lyrics
Stringing  sounds
Encased in trembles
Streaming glowing
memories , murmuring
Signature songs
Pounding pomegranates of lustful fusion
Sealed in sweet cranberry of crispy
Covered words...

Poetry
DK

Born in the RS of A
On a virtual July day
Lastest of 5
Sent to the human pound age 3
Secured  a shelf with a window
Glazed outwardly, felt like eternal
Began school in a painted corner
Sealed in with stars
I gradually grew
No sync., no link
To sibling warriors
Alone in 'me own home'
Through dance .. Mimicked purpose
Through fairytales...
conquered romance
Through romance .. Scored pain
Through words ... Felt rain
Hit middle years
Tapped into random courage
Left the partner scrummage
Process delayed
When a car crash, thee swayed
An old spirit I met
Who with rehab ,my soul kept
The scene rolled
My divorce license was polled
Pages turned
Characters learned
Scripts were scrolled
And onwards burnt ...

( my humble beginnings at RAP)
What do you think
To be continued .....

Enormous amounts of strength potion a way into your soul
Keeping you strong
Through emotional crashing
Towards endless invitations to gratitude.....

DK
MARCH 2008

The belief ,..is where the density comes from..and builds up.
Find the belief, that's what's causing the pain. Layers over each other.
Feel the feelings...
Feel the pain
Let it out
Release it
If you want to work through it .. feel the pain.
Important to tell the truth as best as you can , the more  you tell the truth ,the more you release it
All the beliefs become energetic logs

DK
2013

Some times it's impossible to feel the magic. All if you have to do is look inside of you.
So take this day to acknowledge that.

As a child
Mostly I remember I loved swinging
I lived hanging out on windowsills
I especially loved the storybook corner

Today I sit in that corner
With all my characters beside me
The vivid memories of swings
Of a cheerful noise in the yard
A pillow giggle
A punch of Judy "
Come together in my comer
A storybook of childhood
A meeting of indestructible friendship to be rekindled after decades
My true family