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!

I see them walking
Holloweyed
Through the open ended questions
Of answers long denied

Pliant yet defiant
Inauspiciously claiming failures
As a placation to the future
Where we're all being lured

By obligation of invitation
Requiring servile adherance
To regimented augmentation
As we ponder our slow advance

Beyond perspicacious reasoning
Of all tried and untrue routes
Where war and pain Trump vision
When humanity is slain by vanity...
     ......as the future is subjected to the uncertainty ...
                    .......of all our failsafe doubts !!!
So......
I see us all falling
Blindly
Through the open ended questions
Of answers ....still  being pushed aside
AND  TOO LONG  DENIED !!!!!!!!!

To paraphrase... .Do not worry where just step off and go - the rest is...

                         My reply :

     There was a time in my life when I would have - in chivalrous bravado - forged ahead as if to make sure it was safe , before I would seek to find someone to go with. But it took awhile to realize that it would then be my trip, my journey , not whoever I found to travel along with.
    So with patient heart and open mind I stand - poised and ready - waiting for the first steps of our journey to begin - once we find each other. Should that never happen, then to be prepared as I accept, that my journey began... back when I was born.
   I wait ; because I feel sometimes , like she's not too far away and if so -I hope she feels the same.
   I'll know... when that Journey ....becomes a dance.



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 .

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 .

them words ..them words ..them words
I heard
just keep on bouncing round and round
inside my head
I can't seem to find a way
to let them out
but I just can't let them stay

because they will erode
the tranquility of my inner sanctity
that pious temple I used to be
left like the derelict
bell tower ..standing all alone
out in the desert-long abandoned
slowly eroded ,falling back to earth....
..brick and stone

that's not me
not WHO I AM!!
NOT AT ALL who I fought to become
yet they keep bouncing like wrecker *****
turning my mind into useless dust
like a disease of doom and dread
how do I get back to being me ....
         ....after those words that I never should have said !