The pull of life as you shuffle to the coffee maker, while the dogs sniff your feet.  You pour the water and scoop the coffee.  Push the button, the light turns on and life begins.  The low burn of sound coming from the street outside. You are engaged in it, like it or not. If you spit in the fire of your soul and it still burns... you live my friend.

I see it in other worlds forming it's patterns. As always, since I was as little boy the feeling and vision is what is to come. Whether I like it or not the hum of life and meaning grows. This storm is beautiful. After a chance meeting in the fall I never lost her. She returns here and then in this life and in the mist of other worlds. It's real. Never slowing and only growing, my love for her and her love for me, a coming wave ever getting higher. The winds pickup their swirl. The sky opens up its announcement. Its not surprising. Its real Kev.

The spring water washing the old away.

Yesterdays life.

Yesterdays yesterday.

The new water rushing.

The hum growing.

The whisper now a yell.

Hello

I am me

Not what I was

Never was what I thought

I am a ever evolving me

me and all that is

Born in a white neighborhood to white parents in a white church.
Riding her bike to a white school
College with her white girl friends.
Married a white man and had white children.
Teaches Piano to her white students.
Year after Year
Year after Year
Hate seething out between her tight thin lips
Praying in that same white church.
Every Sunday going to that white church.
Praying
Praying
Hate seething out between her tight thin lips.
A good Lutheran girl she is.
Playing her ***** for the congregation.

When I hold her hand time stops.

That slippery thing called The Truth.
Who’s truth you ask?
Your truth or mine?
That slippery of slippery Jester.
The one that hides in your bedside table?
The one that you delete?
The one you post?
Your feeling well hidden or the ones that you show.
The slight smile is the truth maybe?
Maybe the meaning behind your intention is the truth.
Or is it the sunshine and the blue sky?
The truth lies somewhere between a touch of a hand, an honest question with an honest intention.
Love without expectation is perhaps the truth.
With that, there is no attachment or deceit of any kind.
Its the truth that one wears whether seen or hidden hugging the
curves.
Its yours.

The light goes off in my mind
i think of those times of blame
not measuring up to your current flame
the high and mighty measure
the ruler measuring high
i can never measure up
never meeting your lofty podium
beating me down with your words
disappointment is the day
year by year
someone else better always  
"I love you" you would say
never really meaning it
disappointment is the day
never measuring up

I am empty,
       given myself all away.