got that ****** itch
can be quite a *****
unwashed hair
just don't care
I gotz mad rhymes
just call me KT rhymes
;)

I love you so much
i'm so drunk
so drunk
but i love you so much
i love you so much

TO ALL FALLEN BROTHERS

To all courageous lives ended with sword, cannon or bullets of lead.

To all Brothers… No longer our enemies instead…

For Power and Ambition even Friends will part.

To silent fallen Heroes always true to a loyal heart.

To Courage always ready to fight for what thought right.

To Brave Men convinced Honour is being Victorious,

Now certain bones on battlefields are never Glorious.

To Sons taught to hate by greedy, ambitious men.

To many a young Mate we shall never see again.

To gallant Officers who believed what was told,

Always willing to give, but hardly getting old...

Eloquence never asking: “Parlez vous…?”

Or merely educated: “How do you do?”

On battlefields God was indeed hard to find,

And we wondered; is He on your side or mine?

Perhaps never wanting to be near,

Seeing what we are really doing down here...

Again infinite bones in rotting uniforms everywhere,

Whilst no one hardly remembers or troubles to care...

What we believed in, how we spoke or who we were.



People even snubbing whether whatever left of you,

Is in the rags of a Redcoat, in dark green or French blue,

But needless to tell… still much of a man,

For yet your bones in a muddy field give what they can.

Whether an arm, a leg or a scull… all just grounded up,

To raise a much better crop… for Life will never stop.

Just dirt to dirt... Man again fertilizing Mother Earth.

All the same, said never to be found lying around…

Bloodied buttons and buckles secretly hidden in hay,

Are polished and sold by those in need on a rainy day.

Again virility of spring...

Is in autumn quite a nourishing thing,

For Life still goes around and around in ring…

Even dressed in proud red, white and blue… more than two…

Maps and Rulers changed in less than a hundred years,

Ludicrous is our Hate and our Fears.

Do let us in memory of Confucius agree,

For seasoned veterans of war and intellect are we thought to be,


Saluting in attention with infinitely more comprehension,

We Honour You Forever still certain Humanity might never understand,

Honor, Glory and Victory are in Brothers holding out a Loving hand.



Col. RCEF Sir William Francis Willoughby Lindesay   England

KG GCB KP KT



Col. RCEF Sir Robert Eowan Lochlan McGregor          Scotland

KG GCB KP KT



1st. Royal Life Guards  1807 - 1810

13Th. “Jolly Ruffians “Rifle Company On Foot 1810  Portugal, Spain

13Th. Mounted “Wildman“ Rifle Company 1811-1814 Spain

1st. Royal Life Guards

Royal Cavaliers-Elite Force   Secret Intelligence Service 1814



                          Willowbee Manor, Lindesay Hall, Yorkshire 1814





                                      CONFUCIUS 551 - 479 BC

                                                Golden Rule
                                     Basic Rights for Humanity

      Do not do to others what you do not wish to be done to yourself.



Copyright©2013 by Kari M. Knutsen

Twinkle twinkle
Star above
Your star shined so brightly
beyond and above

Twinkle twinkle
Star above
I've never seen such glitter
with such a tither.

With such great beauty
above this beauty

One day your here
The next your there.

Twinkle twinkle
You sneeky star
I seen you move!
I seen you move!
With such great speed!
l seen you move!

Awe you where just a satalite?
Or maybe
just a delight!

Thanks for your twinkles!
Thanks for your lights!
Twinkles where great!
Twinkles where nice!
kt

I remember
when you used to call

I remember
when you stopped

I remember
when I became funny

I remember
when you didn’t let it go

I remember
when you turned

I remember
when you told me to **** myself

I remember
when you laughed when I tried

I absolutely believe in god
because I’ve experienced the devil
and he lies
in every inch of you

I remember
when you used to call

I remember
when you stopped

I remember
when I became funny

I remember
when you didn't let it go

I remember
when you turned

I remember
when you told me to **** myself

I remember
when you laughed when I tried

I absolutely believe in god
because I've experienced
the devil

why is i got many thing to speak about
but never now how to speak loud
why did God allowed the rain to full from the cloud
but not cloud from cloud
why is hard to say bye not hey
but simply you now if it wasn't that hey you wouldn't say bye
why is everyone acting like they now freedom is
but much you know there is no such thing
if i cant understand where you from ,why waste time on me
why is so hard to believe that money really can pay the best love you saying it impossible
but much you know we still have people saying i rather have love than money
it is a same situation of two man begging to not die, the other one having better chance than the other one to die the second round
why are you reading what i am telling
why are you buying what am selling
why you lying  when you know you are dying
why are quite when you got alto to say.

...I am Kevin's needy self.. scratching the walls.
Holed up in my Key West hotel room and the walls are closing in,
pacing the walls of my mind.
Drinking my naked self into a coma, ****** in and out all weekend,
papers and empty bottles littering the floor and tables.
All to die like the best and go out like a pro,
gone mad, gone crazy in paradise.

Lying in my *****, visions of you walking on my vacant mind,
myself in question and my soul on exit.
I love you and baby you will find me in my glory,
tequila is a fine way to flame out.

In my blind drunkenness, I see my Grandfather before me in his Police Uniform drinking on 85th and Carnegie, hiding his sin in 1925. His will to choose overcoming any logic. His desire to lie about his age to fight the Germans when he was 16. Seeing too much death in France to ever talk about and fading out while I view him saying a gentle goodbye when we both knew it was the last time I would see him alive.

I come to laying on the floor in my *****. The warm air flowing in from the open front door. I am sticking to the ***** carpet and the smell is making me dry heave. I have lived a life, but I know I need to find Aine. She is my blood and I will die or **** myself slowly if we are not united soon. Its an act of desperation, too many ***** and ****** to fill the void. Never fulfilled and always needing more. I can’t lie to myself any longer. The lie burns into my eyes and soul, not to be ignored. She is there, we breathe in the same world. Her smalls hands and beautiful eyes always around the corner.

I’ll recover from this moment like I always do, but one of these times I won’t get up. I’ll die like a pro, in my crazy. I am desperate for the air , to breathe her into me. Breathing in life, my sweet Aine.

KT Mar 27,2014

CUP your hands to your ears and listen.
the energy flowing and the potential rising.
the waves crash and the seagulls fly.
from your toes to the top of your beautiful head, life's vibration rings.
your potential and all the power is in you my love, my friend.
listen to the silence.
the ripples in the stream.
the song the birds sing.
the song of you.


KT April 10, 2014

I am dying, withering away.
From the time I was thought of.
To the dust of this earth I go.
I see it clearer and clearer,
By each hour of each day.

If my life could change,
For what I crave most.
A gentle caring hand,
To guide me,
To hold me,
To love me.

A kind loving heart,
Full of our passions,
Knowingness of our oneness.

The knowingness.

As I feel his arms holding me,  
The sense of safety,
Shelter,
Surrounds me,
From the awful storms.

Unconditional love,
For me,
As I for him.

But this is just a dream,
As I awake once more,
Reality has,
once again,
set in.
kt

For tonight was about tears and trying,
Yet it shall be the last,
We shall continue dreaming,
Pursue hope not mere lust.
Now we know we hold such character,
What shall be, still unknown,
We'll get there, happier,
Trust in the break of dawn.