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Keith W Fletcher Mar 2022
someday
I will lay down
forever
but till then
I will endeavor ...to be whatever I can be

yes it's me
who will sing songs
of Glory
I will paint
pictures
of stories

I will write words
that
bring people together
and I... will
act out scenes
that will forever
be
in
your dreams

because I am
everything
that you are

and I am more
than you
ever believed
that
you could be
because
I
am
only
a thought
passing by

so  you
must
realize
that no one
is not
who you are

you are someone
worth
getting to know

you are something
that is indescribable
you are the dew
covered
new rose
on a beautful
summer morn

you are
the magical sound
of a baby's first cry
after
being born

you will never fade
from
every impression
you've ever made
because you...
you ...my
beautiful
morning dove

are ....love !
Keith W Fletcher Mar 2022
I'm on the border
of insanity
peering into the void
of infinity
wondering what is to be
my destiny

distant Rider on the Open Range
I see him clearly
I feel so strange
Vision circle inside
and it seems ....
...I'm along for the ride
Restless rider -death defier always on the run
mystifier
with a deep desire
to out shine the sun
his race
has just begun
jump the gun
jump the gun
Trails of dust in the desert sky
fire -eyed Riders going by
shut your doors
**** the Lights
theres a demon  
on the run tonight
Run  
the hounds of hell
are on your trail
and they're
never going to let you go
Never Gonna Let You Go
Keith W Fletcher Feb 2022
For many people
the idea of changing their life
means turning the corner
to me right now
it's the idea of turning around
going back down the trail
of life created
things that are related
things not finished
clear the path
of. all half finshed
left undone.
examine any sad ones
to see
If there are any
really bad ones
I should be ashamed of
I hope not
but you never know
when you look at things from
a different perspective
if I could change anything about my life
right now
by the snap of a finger
it would be ...
...my lust for money
or love of money
for you see.....
... I've never had any
money
or Love of Money  
to some it may seem funny but all I've ever wanted
to do in life was create anyone who does relate
can understand
how something appearing from nothing
will bring your spirits higher than any drug ever could without the side effects
just good
yet there comes a time
when reality has to reach in have to sit yourself down
make yourself think
I've got to buckle down
I have no security
I had nothing to assure
that i won't become
a burden for someone else should something sad happen to me
not allow me to be
able to care for myself
that's a hard hard balancing wire
to be on with no desire
for any such thing
to ever happen ...but ..yeah

I have no answer
knowing only that
the question exists
all wrapped up now
within
this thought
with the hope that
someday
a time will come
that I can read it over
once again
to  realize
it made a difference...or ....
that it didn't.
and that my friends is.... my greatest fear and...
my greatest hope.
Keith W Fletcher Dec 2021
Deep in the corner
Of that closet I've neglected
I've finally traveled far enough
to feel as if I am protected
              FROM.....
Whatever I may find
that might devastate my mind
Afflicting me with deep regrets
collecting all my unpaid debts
Leaving me destitute
all the while just hanging out
Among or in the pocket of
          some old suit
Waiting for that day
when I would open up the door and say
    TODAY I'm going in
All the way back to where it did begin
making some space for what may come
Start a different beat on my drum
Should have done it years ago
Yet somehow I always found
Ways to always get around
finding out what I didn't
didn't want to know
Didn't want to see
Didn't want to find
Any long forgotten memory
way back in the corner
of that cluttered closet floor
Or even some old scarf
That lingers with how she used to smell
          I'm well....so....
Today is that day
I am going in
I've been working out
Training for this bout
So I opened up the door
and in the end all I found
was an old valentines
          chocolate box
Empty..., except for....
..,.the same halves
of 2 broken keys
and a note that read
These once opened up
our first front door...and so much more
now the locks are changed
as life has re-arranged
These 2 broken keys
Are identical and just to keep
for  reminding you
that the door...
....cannot
be opened anymore        
           So no regrets....
for any haven't yet  
or should have said!
You once told me
If you could control time
then you would bend...
....our first few years
      into a loop
To live it over again and again
But baby all that would do
Is create a middle
When the beginning meets it's end
And time does that anyway...
and sometimes.......it doesn't matter.... what we do or say .
So be happy!
Keith W Fletcher Dec 2021
like a broken record
that just keeps going round
with that clicking sound
to keep me awake
even when I am asleep
And I keep slamming shut
windows and doors
in vain attempt to keep out
all the what ifs and why fors
yet even with my eyes shut
they still seem to slip in
like the wind
as it whistles through cracks
in the walls
of my broken realities
my regrets become the casualties
of a war torn mind
and its shattered landscape
of bombed out dreams
surrounding me like a flooded field
of all the lost causes
I let slip away
replaced by the empty promises
that I allowed to stay
easier to pretend
than to defend
that it was not me
that was there
while anyone could see the truth
that has burnt itself
across the vast emptiness
of my hollowed eyes
to be seen
even when my eyes are closed
and like a broken record
that just keeps going round
making that clicking sound
keeping me awake
even when I am asleep
surrounding me
like a flooded field
of all the lost causes
i let slip away
to be replaced by empty promises
That allow me to stay.
Keith W Fletcher Dec 2021
He watched in wonder
At the way
she stood her ground
Not a trace
on her face
of the fear
that hovered round
If she were shaking
He could not see a clue
not a quiver on her lip
All she had
was that finger tip
She pointed in his face
As she demanded
he go back take his place
Then she turned her back on this boy
Took the chalk in hand
Started writing up tomorrows  lesson plan
Clearly, he sees that boy
Out of sorts .. out of place
Out of ways... to arrange his face
He tried bravado , arrogance, and disgust
Wanted so badly to open up and show how righteously he cussed
But she never turned around
Had no clue if he obeyed
Unclinching that fist
was the best move
that he ever made
Only three short steps back to his seat
but more like a marathon
He struggled to complete
He stood up that day
a defiant and willful punk
He sat back down as
A human being who had shrunk
To the measure well deserved
as she stood fast and he had swerved
Not a single eye was bearing down
No other boy in class
Would call him a clown ...
...but he did...I did.  I did  he cryed out. loud
I knew right then I lost
22 years ago and still paying the cost
Hes down someone yelled from out in the hall
But he simply held her in his arms
Kneeling as was right
For she was a dead queen now
And he was her faithful knight
He didn't knows that a bit of life still held
As the blood seeped out
the bullet holes
That she stood in defiance of
He had to wonder if she pointed at the killer
as she once had at him
I can see you as strong today as you were back then
In the memories
like yesterday
where I have just been
I changed that day you know
You tore me apart
and rebuilt me
with that one finger of your hand
and helped me become
the man I am
And here I am crying like a baby
in the shadow of such courage and strength
Stop that Danial ...Detective Harris She whispered in her last dying breath
You are not crying like a baby Dan ...you're crying like a man. Then she was gone .
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Keith W Fletcher Sep 2021
My frame of reflection
is not
dependent on
The View
I allow myself to see
nor does a  Candle
burn
for my eyes alone
to see
A frame of reflection out the window
a view as vast as the universe
or shallow as a shoe
for shallow is all we may need
sometimes
to save a splintering floor
from embuing pain
as white walls do not
reflect the things
we do neglect
simply white
is to see you didn't write
when your cup runneth over
for whiskey dreams
and Mountain Streams
go down easy
it's the trip back up
that will really
fill thy cup
up
with joy that comes
with  succeeding
that you are surely needing
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