Keith W Fletcher   Poems  

PUBLIC EDIT

May 2019

Looking for a way ...

Looking for an more dignified
way to commit suicide
one that won't be so
much a mess
I can shoot myself
I might miss
and if I didn't it would still
Leave a mess and I guess
really isn't very dignified so ...
    ...I could leap out
in front of some moving car
but then again
I don't know who those people are
it may cause them to have a wreck
Either way What or how the heck
Could any of that be dignified
To ruin somebody else's life
would not ever be dignified
I guess I could take a lot of drugs overdose but who knows
I might just end up going out
and have a good time
To wake up the next day
find out that you were
the life of the party ...and that
everybody had a great time
Though i haven't a clue
What party where'" I went to...?"
No clue who Sent the message
I got 46 friend requests
And 17 new friends...OH no!
Thats not something you do
just before you want it all to end
Thats definitely undignifying
I guess I could leap off
Some tall building enjoy the ride all the way down unless of course you look and see  down  below something you couldn't know
A older lady getting out of the car
Or a nanny with a baby carriage you know youve gone way too far cant  stop now and you know
cannot change your direction so..
NO!
...that's not a very good selection
And definitely not to be considered dignified
I guess I could go jump in the lake drown myself since I cannot swim not very well at least but ohhhhh
would be one easy way
but then again I can say I've seen
those people they finally dredge up
All bloated white and sickly green.. ...no way  is that dignified
I guess I could try to hang myself but then again that might to lead to something else
if I didn't die I might just try
to figure out how to do it again
Because it was sort of ****** fun
Ive seen those people on tv news
Live or die that's not the one one
Found like that can't be  dignified
I just about run out of ways
to think about how I could do it
I guess I really always knew
.....all along what was really true
there's nothing dignified
about suicide ever...unless maybe if you were to leap onto
a live grenade in order to save every one around you or if you
were to step in front of a bullet run out into traffic in order to push someone out of the way
I can say
it's true that in a sense
it would be suicidal
In its own way because you chose to do what you did
but any of those circumstances messy or not you died with pride and that  will always be...
....dignified . But not suicide.

What follows is a poetic rant ..about something I would like to understand...
...but simply can't.

NO EXPLANATION.
by KwF. 60/22/2024
Sometimes I get lost
As is the cost ...
When entering
Into the disturbingly undisturbed  
Placid waters of ...
...another person's mind
where i might find
a Deadpool of
stagnant growth
Within the water
And the shoreline both
Barren , and lifeless landscapes
As uninviting
As any closed loop
And just as disabling in it lack Of ability to escape
All of which ...
...I resist in any shape
It may appear
As unconditional acceptance or coersion by the tip of a spear...
So I saw no choice but to simply remove my voice
As in the poem herein attached
Is ...and will remain
Although the group
Where the poem was posted
And in which I remained for 4 short hours
Until the powers
That shouldn't be no
Decided to inquire
Of me ...what the words were meant to engender
And I fell far short
If any understanding  ...
What's such a statement or question was demanding
so I picked up
my one and only poem ,the artwork that went with
and stepped away not to return because no poet it's going to
readily explain what they mean and take away
another's  ability
to expand
or they wouldn't be a poet
so to that admin
I have to say
I simply walked ....away
with ease
Because what I am saying now
or in the poem is true
And you know it too .

There are those I suppose
who will forever fail to disclose
that the king is without his clothes
when everyone else surely knows
that he shows
what pales the light and assails the sight
endured to never a chance of being cured
from the deathnell dirge and primal scourge
as we wait the innocent child within to emerge
and purge us all our weak and wavering courage
how weak a mind have we to find ,within
this immense emptiness we occupy
such a lie as to accept innocence
as our saving grace when all within us are the empty places our clothes seek to hide for we have clothes without souls!

He stood there waiting
for his chance to shine

If everything  were truly fair
We 'd all be round
with nothing square
thats not what .,.I'd want...
      ...for life to be

Individuals need a choice
To try and try
and often fail
Along the course
or they may
never try
hard enough  ...
...to find their voice

And in the silence
of the void
there will not be heard
a stronger tone
with a much wiser word
that sadly
the world may miss
what was needed
that.... never...occured!

And that is not what
I really mean ..
...by my
arguing
about how it could be
If life were...truly fair

No!
I'm speaking up
for all those...
      ...who do give up
without
the ability to share
what it is that's
creating  such dispair
never knowing
that it may have been
what someone ...desperately needed to hear!
Instead
they may be left out


I see them every single day
the smiles are gone...
              ....and every dawn
they wake up to the light
that shines every where...
but  inside...inside
their own hearts
and inside their own minds


And , I wonder...wonder
how to  deal
with reality
by shutting the blinds
to block out ...what cannot
and never will
that does not mean
they still won't try
to stall the hurt
and to dam the eye

So so so noone knows
when the dam finally breaks
and they begin to cry

washing away
so much of themselves
leaving a sink hole
deep down inside
Avoiding all those
who...
...with so much pride
speak of the things
their children have done

Excusing themselves
as they start walking away
when they really want
to break and run

they build themselves
a book of rules
about taking different routes
whenever they drive
to avoid passing by any schoo!s

Ive got to run
Ive been too busy

I like to dip deep into the emptiest of well
to find ( maybe)  some iconoclastic myth to dispel
and pull a rabbit from
an empty hat
Or the possibility of a Tyrannosaurus Rex...
... if the game has gone flat
wrecks if the game is run-flat then I may Circle back
to pull a mr. Wizard
with a dribble this and drabble that
Or then again I may just resist
any this and that with error again I might resist
there are no real rules
to each moment in time
no submarine runways  left off
in
with overdrive so...
If we are lucky enough to end up having a comfortable room be it a hole in the ground or a big old oak tree
  if we're lucky with
the Comforts of home
thats what it is what it may be
  a hole in the ground or up some tall oak tree
we are only as good as
we let ourselves be
so do not think I won't notice if you would seek to
look down on me
because I will smile back
as I  look up at you ..
and say oh no mr. Wizard whatever have we done
to come
to such a position as this position? Just lucky I guess!!

How dare you
speak of grace
in the face ...of
another killing by race
These are not
accidental...
incidental...they are incramentatal!!

Time may dog
The steps we take
And we often repeat
The mistakes we make
Where the light we seek
Will create the shadow.     we fear
That is constantly behind us
Unless  we  realize
That we connect at ground level
Keeping us anchored
Keeping us here
Not flung off in space
Like some errant trapeze
Just might

It should bolster our hope
Not leave us floundering lost
Like a ship at sea
With no land in sight
But we are also not a tree
Anchored by roots
We are the very beings
That create the light
Where our reality and shadows meet
We are the Earth .