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KA Apr 2014
A new Chapter opens
for life's evolving you.
The flowing energy of the stream.
Stars and heavens moving, changing in the flow.
Forever and moving, not always obvious,
we the bit players in the grand production of the universe.

We kiss the stars and they kiss us back...




KT April 16, 2014
KA Mar 2014
I am

you are

in it together

whether we know our names

smile at me when you see me

and I will smile back

peace and love

I'll kiss your lips

and all will be well with our souls



KT Mar 12, 2014
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
KA Mar 2014
turning toward you...

WE caught ourselves in view
a message eternal
never to turn away
a rip across the stars
forever
you me



KT Mar 19, 2014
KA Mar 2014
Suicide comes in array of colors
Some are more obvious
A gun,drug, jumping , etc
The norm

Or the subtle...
Sitting down to wait
A lifetime of waiting
Drinking coffee in a diner
Sitting around waiting to die
Waiting waiting
Not living
Just slow death
Waiting for the messiah
Waiting for happiness
Bones getting old
Liver giving up
Love growing mold
No foot prints
No verse


KT Mar 31, 2014
KA Feb 2014
There comes a time
when clarity is met
my life, my now
my moments in crystal
I see through worlds
hearts, walls and myself
there comes a time
you shake hands with God
and he smiles


KT Feb 18, 2014
KA Apr 2014
Gasoline runs through my veins
and you with that match.



KT April 4, 2014
KA Feb 2014
Moments like this are eternity
I sit by myself
the crazy crawling





KT Feb 22, 2014
KA Apr 2014
In this world and others....

Blending in and out
you and then there is me.

I float and you shine,
your words are of song.

You are the sun.
I'm of dirt where growth spurts.

With you, all is possible my baby,
push and pull,
yell and throw.
love and tangle.

Swinging the children
as you dance
and I watch you glitter.



KT April 18, 2014
kt Aug 2013
People have regrets,
Yet no one forgets.

Some learn,
Some don't.
Some yearn,
Some won't.

Trails are life,
That is life.

Stronge are some,
Some are weak.

I changed my ways,
Not noticed anyway.

So Judge me not,
But believe in me first.

I have seen, been,
And become clean.

Please do not wonder,
Why things happen,
To all us people,
All forgotten.

kt
KA Feb 2014
RIGHT NOW is eternity
now of the perfect soul
in its eternity it moves to heights
ever evolving in its light
unencumbered lightness

BICYCLING on a Saturday morning
such as 10 years old
with the here and now
friends and swimming
all that mattered sunshine filling
eyes young and wide
legs spinning water rushing
laughing all the hope

YOU are that soul no matter
its all about the eternal now
you my fresh wide eye friend
the ever evolving is
the moment is here...



KT Fed 21, 2014
KA Apr 2014
The morning sun rises ...

Stepping from behind the burning ball is an unfamiliar face.

He says, " You haven't met me, but I am here for the next chapter.  I'm here for the fun."

A new guardian angel, a new guide.
The universe works, the chorus erupts, the angels sing.

A new chapter.



KT April 16, 2014
KA May 2014
The light fills the empty hole in my chest.
Washing the ugly , the clawing evil dark held.
I'm a man. Not pure. Not good.
Just becoming honest.
The light is of miracles as our love.
A oracle talking in my dream, speaking to the dumb.
My heart fills without my doing.
Shining, burning hot.
I am born.


KT May 3, 2014
KA Apr 2014
I look up into the heavens and it whispers....................

Be Peace. Be Still.
The Universe follows.



Kt April, 21, 2014
Anais Vionet Aug 2024
It was 64ºf and overcast this morning when Lisa and I started our 5-mile jog to the New Haven Harbor and back. We always start our semesters this way. We’re emotionally ready for fall weather and hopefully, a long and cruel winter.

Sunny, Lisa, Leong and I were starting the morning with breakfast together. We have summer catching up to do.

Of course, Sunny never does the expected. Over a bowl of heart-shaped Cheerios in the cafeteria, she announced that she’s “really going to try this year.”
“That's a choice,” Leong admitted dryly.
“You mean academically?” Lisa asked, for clarification purposes.
“Wait,” Leong updogged, “Did your parents ask for proof that you were here?”
Sunny rolled her eyes, she knew she’d get trolled with a newfangled declaration like that, but she meant it and she wasn’t tempted to elaborate.
“You’re a phoenix, rising from the ashes,” I said encouragingly.
“It’s a 4th in a lifetime opportunity,” Lisa noted.
Handling university academics is largely a structural task.
All it requires is artfully arranging information and slices of time.
“You’ve got this,” I affirmed.
“Let’s not get excited,” Sunny cautioned, “One reason I’m so hot is that I’m emotionally unavailable.”
“It’s your best quality.” Leong observed.

Tick tock, we’re all still unpacking but things are taking shape. Senior year starts in 3 days.
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A song for this:
Suddenly I See by KT Tunstall
Don't You Worry 'Bout A Thing by Stevie Wonder
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 08.23.24:
Newfangled: something new and difficult for some to understand

Our cast:
Sunny, (roommate) 21, is from Nebraska, she’s a cowgirl (seriously, she has a quarter horse and barrel races it), she’s an outspoken fem-facing ladies-lady whose life is an endless parade of ‘sleepovers.’ Sunny knows all the best gossip and she’s somehow befriended all the professors.
Lisa, (roommate) 21, A Manhattanite and reluctant ‘glamor girl.’ My bff. A fellow (pre-med) molecular biophysics and biochemistry major.
Leong, (roommate) 21, is from Macau, China - the Las Vegas of Asia and a proud communist (don’t knock it til you’ve tried it). She and Sunny are ‘molecular, cellular, and developmental biology majors.’ I speak Cantonese - I lived in Shenzhen China (about 30 miles from Macau) - maybe that’s why she was originally paired with us?
Me, Your writer is just a simple country girl from Athens Georgia.
KA May 2014
i confess, i started hiding.

fake words with fake meaning.

i feel pain and real emotion in reality.  i will be ok.

i need to let out the real.

real me.

pain, emotion, fear and prickly sensations running down my arm.

i need to really feel now.

i thought maybe if i was witty fake me, that would be enough to bridge my self-loathing and fear......

...on to me. real me.

forgive me for my lie, the untruthful self i now expose.

i am me, i really feel.

i  am .



KT May 13, 2014
KA Mar 2014
...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
KA Apr 2014
Listen to my words for I have told the truth.
THE confession of my heart lingering in the air and mind.
my words to you.
write them down and rip it up.
the meaning rests in your memory.
kiss them and hold them dear.
forever.




KT April 13, 2014
KA May 2014
Trying to talk to you, woman of silence.
a vacuum of not living.
moving on, i mourn.





KT May 20, 2014
KA Jun 2014
A vast majority of the time, I pour my coffee while the machine is still dripping, dripping...making a mess....wiping the counter.

I drink my coffee

...and life goes on.

My messy but satisfying life of living.



KT June 3, 2014
Emily Mackenzie Apr 2013
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
hkr Jul 2013
kt
I love you so much
i'm so drunk
so drunk
but i love you so much
i love you so much
this title feels so right but no poem will ever explain how much i loved you

two beers and a lot of hard cider only made the pain honest

i changed the title because i'm sober so i got scared
KA Jul 2014
The first time I saw her she wore these perfect boots.

They were brown and expensive. This beautiful woman was perfectly coiffed.

Her smile was tight and it wanted to break through her lips...
she wouldn't let it be real.

Her mother told her, " Honey you need to relax and wear something else"

She wore these expensive boots and this tight smile, I wanted to love her. She was pretty and had money.  She thought she was smart and liberal, but she was smug and small.  

Beautiful woman.

I wanted to love her ...but I didn't even like her.


KT
July 18, 2014
KA Mar 2014
She jumps to me,
reaching out to me and us.
the river is wide
we are a reality
so she takes the leap of faith.

her wit, lips and hips
and my crazy
together.



KT Mar 28,2014
KA Mar 2014
Son
My little boy
you once needed my hand
now days you stand strong and command
little boy
you are a man.



KT Mar 15, 2014
KA Mar 2014
...in a world of vivid color
WE are running through the flickering screen
kissing your perfect lips
your perfect hair on my face
legs tangled
loving every inch of you

cut to scene ....

WE are holding hands as we walk
walking a beach in Mexico
drinking tequila  under the umbrella
shading our eyes from the sun

The time will happen in this world or another
You being perfectly imperfect You
me drinking too much tequila, writing and all hands

Audrey,  your timeless beauty
and me and my faults
will wait for the sun to shine



KT Mar 23, 2014
KA Mar 2014
In her perfect beauty
framed by a second while meeting her
her will to take her time
my need overwhelming
like a pocket watch ticking slowly
growing louder every second
her lips full of promise
breathing the same air
rhythm beats of her blood pumping
a sight beyond large or small
my mouth needs to wonder through her
she is my air

... to live is to need her



KT Mar 14, 2014
kt Aug 2013
While in the tub, I began to rub.
Little by little,
Bit by bit,
I  drift to a place..
not just any place.
No place on earth, not with this hearth
Serenity is there, that is where
There is a pond.. not just any pond
The water so fine, it's just so divine.
Colors so green, what a dream...
Everywhere a flower, which gives me such power.
Fairy’s are there , with such big ears.
With their wings in a flutter, but not in a tutter.
They sparkle and dance , like in a trace.
A place for me
Not just any queen bee!  
kt
KA Feb 2014
FOLLOW your life stream and the timeline stops
the ball is dropped and one slips to the other side
life not ending just changing into multiple worlds
skip time and go to the timeless
the shift moves and tugs
you are in the mindless moments of eternity
your life is born again
life doesn't die it is timeless
follow the stream to the reality
the realty of life is all powerful when accepted
beautiful in its limitless perfection
you are a miracle of life and you are timeless
perfect limitless you...


KT Feb20 2014
kt Aug 2014
Wings so black
That shine like
The moon at midnight

Your wings once white
And now so black
Old souls you are
Great wisdom within

Oh ravens so strong
You heard my cry
You taught me
Eloquence and wise

Such a great gifts
All you birds!
kt
KA Mar 2014
The promise of today unfolds

sunshine and blue
yesterday gone
the now eternal
our life in moments
the jewel of existence
this minute
a drop of time
our love our life
our now



KT Mar 18, 2014
KA May 2014
You get it, I know you do.
Life is to be lived.
Some choose to die a slow life of suicide,
some live, bright lights, smiles, effort and living to live,
on a wire.
Live life, baby. Live life.




KT May 12, 2014
KA Jul 2014
The blood drips from the walls and the door is locked,
a slow death.
The light that I crave seems so far away,
as I sink deep.




KT July 22, 2014

— The End —