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Keith W Fletcher Nov 2018
Children are crying.....cause the world is dying and
no one seems to care
lust and confusion ...
is the Grand Illusion.. and it's creeping up everywhere

the elders neglected ...and the
guilty protected ..by the
laws made for us all
no one is giving
everyone's living
behind a great stonewall

Resources depleted... and our honor defeated ...by the
short-sighted  side of man
****** and scraping
the world that we're shaping
Is NOT..
...going according to plan

fighting and killing
the graves we are filling
are holes in our sanity
preaching and teaching
we're not always reaching
because of our own - vanity
be - cause of our own...van - ity

Question that.i am asking ..is
Are all these things that we're tasking
Going to still be around
tomorrow ......forever

So how many more  
do we
really have remaining
When the past.... that
we thought. we had
left behind us
is steadily gaining


..if there is ..no answer
Then there
must be no question
And if there is ..no question
Then it must be....that we
Are not asking
What can I do ?....
       ....right here and now
Instead of saying
I just dont see how...
I can.make ...any difference

Try accepting the truth
Is NOT so hard to realize
That it's so easy to see
If you quit saying I can't.
And then simply ...
open. you're.eyes
Open your eyes....
... And just take
a good  look around.!
....
Keith W Fletcher Nov 2018
you watch the game
of chess being played
can't help but wonder
why they cannot see
the move to be made
yet ..there they sit
pondering so hard
it's the same
in that game whose name
says it all
solitaire ...where
someone behind you
always wants to say
how and where ...so..
it would be easy to think
it's due
to the view
from where
you are standing
And yes;
it may be true
in games or in life
there can be
greater understanding
from a different perspective
From a different point of view
But.....
It doesn't change the fact
that being objective
allows those
not intimately involved
to see things as ...
...so easily solved
but then again
it's so easy to be positive
To know what direction
what answer
what will be the next move
You would choose
When standing to the side
with nothing at stake
nothing to lose
from making even
the smallest mistake.
Keith W Fletcher Nov 2018
Current ripped across my soul electrical fire out of control the moment you touch my cheek with yours leaning in skin to skin breast to chest I felt your eyelashes gently caress my ear as your teeth gently clinched lobe and hot breath blew into my ear I melted into the atmosphere your legs wrapped around my everything and I snatched the essence from a passing Moonbeam  and  we  rolled around through time and space and when our lips touched Stars weeped golddust flakes upon the earth as children leaped to catch a dream that would someday arrive, i had mine and was revived by a golden haired star tear of  artisty so exceedingly rare . If i be dreaming may I never wake for my thirst we shall slake and stay  bound as one ....that will never break.
Keith W Fletcher Oct 2018
Through an all consuming
ever looming
self-entombing
slow death march
they slogged along
growing strong
by right of wrong
through hate
they berate conflate inflate implicate in a quest to initiate
all those withering Souls
who follow
without reason
behind those bent
who's Soul intent.. is eradication invalidation
so that even those
who avert their eyes
from this aberration
Still follow
one step one stone
one more who does condone believing
somehow time will allow
the ability to atone
to take back
what they already own
And yet ...
by division indecision miscreant dreams seen through aberrant visions
painted on
the nonexistent headstones
Of those
deemed Unworthy of condolence

When the heavy hand of Injustice Whispers you can trust us
"listen not to the neurosyphilitic rot that the weak-minded speak
for We  Are  The  Chosen
The American creed
the annointed  Anglo breed
who have fought hard
with righteousness
Appointed
to achieve
the America that God intended
as HIS emissaries
we are the righteously pure ordained Warriors
as  WE now take..
possession
of our pure white Nation
our building Stone
to create anew
that
which is to be the new state !"

Oh you fools !
you withering Souls
YOU who slogged along
through the swamps of intolerance toward a place ..you thought
you would belong
Unfortunately forgot
to anticipate
That the haters
will always need someone
to berate denigrate and to  Hate !

So ...who are you again ?
Keith W Fletcher Oct 2018
There are those days best forgotten
In solemn silence all begotten
Comes fear and fire
and all that's rotten
In what seems
suddenly ..to be
my lot in life

Life is lived in cost-conscious revisions
Applied like mud poultices
Upon all daily impositions
Inclined to find
the weakest point
in the structure
Eating at you
in silent observation
Of your salient need for salvation as it ***** your
soul
Into the void
where all lost causes
Seek redemption
For all wasted time unspent
In cost - conscious
Solemn silence
When fear and fire
And all things rotten
Were what should
have been forgotten
Instead of all that
you left
unbegotten
Keith W Fletcher Oct 2018
You know me much better than i even know myself
But you don't miss me and I'm not lost
As long as you believe I be among all the rest
You gathered up and put upon your shelf
Oh but my days were numbered long ago
When you didn't seem to notice me
When I was so quickly swept up
into the chaos....so abrupt
That did suddenly erupt
And for one quick moment
I was passing through the light
Pulled from the dark place I had been
I don'tt know if you even saw me
Much less recognize me for how I fit in
To the bigger picture of a future where id be
Exactly what you would be needing
Maybe if I were brighter in a flashy way I mean
You'd  have looked closer...but that day
dull and grey. was all you had seen
as the dust-up had yet to settle
you let me go.... but I know
the unique qualities I possess
you will someday miss me and I'm sorry
I couldn't find a way to tell you will need me
I know all the work and effort will be for naught
The future that you picture
Where you have all the pieces put together
There will always be a hole in your horizon
That only I could ever have managed to fill
You never saw my unique qualities
But now without my dull and grey
You sit at the table on.a cold snowy night
Fireplace flickers and krackles smell of cocoa
Wood smoke and pine fills the warm and toasty air
And you close your eyes and your lips purse
Trying to hold back that inevitable curse
" **** it...**** it **** it " came with the release
  Startled is the man reading near the fire
What is it dear...you need some help gluing it to the board
" No look!" She exclaims and begins to cry
For there in the magnificent rainbow colored sunrise.
And the fall colors of burnt umber and orange
Just above the beautiful blue Lake  
Beyond the 2 kids with sleds in hand who stand
Watching as the somewhat superimposed
first three Snowflakes arrive  "Snowday"
A hole stands out among the bit of grey
Where the artist needed a backdrop
to make the unique snowflakes pop
I can't find it , had it since I was 10 and I wanted to make it a Christmas display
For the girls she begins to weep but I think I saw it the other day
Oh God I swept it up and threw it away
I should have recognized it with that bit of snowflake passing over the grey.

He held her till she quit  sobbing ..until she stepped back ....saying I'm okay
Then he said "glue it down hon and I'll fix it
I promise " he said" we've got everything here somewhere
you glue and Ill check the garage."
He could see she needed more so he took on
You Know fists on hips and wide stance
Everyone knows that Superman pose
"Don't you worry ma'am I will right this wrong "
And  he did ,after 35 tries,a sleepless nite
8 hours it took him to  replace me
just as dawns first light
rose up
to shine down on me half buried in snow
as if to say everything was right
Keith W Fletcher Oct 2018
Sometime long ago I cast my lot
On to that spot where I no longer exist
But I couldn't resist because
Though I be not an existing entity
Occupying there ...where
I once stood long
Long enough to realize
It wasn't where I belong

It was my spot until that thought
Crept up like a silent non tail wagging
Non growl bragging... Watchdog
to bite me on my *** and send me scurrying on my way

With a pain to remember what never existed
Except for maybe those fleeting moments when I resisted change
Strange
How comfortable can become
That place you never were
Able to say you came from

Somehow it feels better
Than to speak truth to letter
And to spell out the words
I don't belong
Anywhere along
That road where I had become so weak
As I Stumble down and all around
Revisions... Decisions
Where I hum the tune
That has become my song
That place I didn't belong
That place I didn't belong that made me strong!
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