Keith Ren

Keith Ren Sep 2010

I will scare you with words,
Of the beautiful sort.
Those loving, but to self,
You're not allowed to report.

I'd make you believe,
In a world full of dreams,
But you prefer, in it's stead,
All those alkaline streams.

As muse, you'd release,
And as poet, I'd lay.
But you'll not accept beauty
As your own, (well, not today).

So I'll write of the ocean,
I'll write of shorestones,
Until you accept full your symphony,
And let me play out your tones.

Keith Ren Sep 2010

A Get-Me-Through

Don't forget this time.
As hard as it is,
It'll pass.
Don't forget this time.
It's purpose
Was meant to last.

Don't forget these days.
They're hard beyond "shoulds",
I know.
Don't forget these days.
They're set
To see you grow.

Let the melody stick.
Let the melody play.
They'll soon be a pile of yesterdays.

Let the melody stick.
Let the melody play.
It'll all help you find a gratitude, for
Tomorrow's...

"Today"

a tough going brought this song out of me tonight

Thank you, God

Keith Ren Sep 2010

Drawing a Night

Save me the wrestle,
Save me the need.
Let's quickstart the happens,
Lest they grow into weeds.

Your hand is safe offered,
Your eyes sharpened wide.
Let's ferry perception,
And bump wakes in stride.

You're blue-my emotion,
I'm red-as your sight.
Let's purple the evening,
And violet the night.

Keith Ren Sep 2010

To Allow What Moves Us

Wrench the tide,
And sail her not.
Of high set Moon,
And papered thought.
The tested weights,
Of self serve oughts.

It's time to turn the heal.

With splinter pulled,
And darkened lace,
So distant now,
And out of place,
Should fade connections'
Pretty face?

The least-of-alls will feel.

Keith Ren Sep 2010

Blind Tile Breakthrough (2 of 2)

The door was cracked..

And in a dark shower,
I was visited upon by horrendous visions,
demons of changelings, melting and reforming.

My Door opened and I released until,
coming into focus,
I saw the core of me:
an imperfectly smooth shorestone,
not yet made experienced by the shorebreak.

I released again in the darkness,
and was regarded, and nearly greeted
by a young deer.

She was still,
but perhaps not peaceful.

I faced myself and released,
and saw feathers.

I felt them follow my shape.

I felt growth.

With another release I saw an alligator,
which I tried to distance.
Until I saw it's eyes.
The two animals were not friends,
were not enemies.

I breathed,
and lingered in the darkness.

I thanked God,
and stopped the water.

Work in progress
but was still compelled to post

Keith Ren Sep 2010

Blind Tile Breakthrough (1 of 2)

I swell under pretense,
A lightening greed.
I want for my 'peacefuls',
My want learns to need.

I dread so the mirror,
But I know how I learn.
The purging of ballast,
And the healing that burns.

I hot-turn the water,
And off-switch the light.
A growing sits, waiting,
In darkness tonight.

Keith Ren Sep 2010

And Where Goes the Bow?

Do angel's need water?
Do angel's need art?
Is there music by which
Their dancing takes part?

Their presence, their gifts,
Their generous deeds.
How pays one back an angel,
Who has aided a need?