I go outside
To roam the Earth.
To absorb the air,
And watch it turn dark.

There,
I see the most beautiful things.
Glowing golden lights
And their purple reflections.
The sound of chimes
In every direction.

I come to understand
This engagement of mine.
This soul deep devotion
To which I have grown,
So unshakably attached.

I go outside
To absorb the air,
And watch it turn dark.
I see the most beautiful things.
A reassurance and relief
Prompts me to believe,
Such a soul deep devotion
Must cling to me forever.
In this faith and fate,
I am renewed.

A turtle dove walks holding a twig in its beak,
Stops briefly.
Looks around.
Walks again.
One twig.
It is an important one
In order to make its nest.
It can easily find
The right twigs
In this time.
If I were a turtle dove
and made my nest,
I would be hectic
and run around
gathering many twigs
at the same time.
Even though the turtle dove
Was laughed by
Clouds and wind,
It doesn't hurry up.
Something fixes everything.
Everything will just fall into place
because it knows that.
Slowly
Like hit or miss,
It will carry
Valuably and slowly
A twig that
It catches in its eyes.
How did it decide to make a nest?
The female that lays an egg?
Does it really wait for him?
Will its egg really hatch?
You just make a nest because spring comes?
I don't think so.
I recognize if I see its eyes.
The turtle dove has confidence
And begin to make its nest.
Its eyes
unshakably clear.
God's promise is
kept there.

ideas of adventure rattle my chest
wanderlust sweaters knitted in my skin
and I can never take them off
i lace fingers with skylines
kiss a breeze in the sheets of rain
fall in love with the heart beats setting the earth to rhythm
and i can never forget my first love
they're always dancing
a synchronize syncopation of elation
around the one they truly loved
and I fell to the force of things I could not understand
but they never stopped dancing,
and i could never anchor them down
they laced my energy around them
and I'm lost to forever wandering
experiencing all my love's beauties
learning every curve of their spine
teasing their goosebumps when only the moon is awake
running over every scar and memory
and I'm infinitely, unshakably in love with every piece of you
every nation and country
every land mass and ocean
every bird and mammal
every tree and leaf
and I'm in love with every soul and energy

Willoughby is mad as hell... in 1940... Ooops...


WAR ... AND MORE...


Ever seen the letters W... A and R together before?

Oh yes... Anew not only those are making WAR.

Will that frequent horror ever pass?

That inexcusable "Thing" on Humanity’s ***!

An everlasting incurable boil ghastly sore,

Oozing the worst of Humanity and more?

Constantly coming and going like the tide,

But when and where just a few decide.

People are masters of hate and grisly deed,


Never taught what is wanted might not be of need.

Power and ambition never ask permission,

Whilst irrational hate use provocation,

And millions of lives face elimination.



Eloquence and Hypocrisy firmly hand in hand,

We call Diplomacy... politicians understand.

Greed for power mortal weapons do invent,

And again from brave men in the skies,

More death and hellish horrors are sent,

As angels with devastating metal wings,

Abolish infinitely more than things…

Am I still asking is a God truly up there?

Guaranteed He is near and with many side,

Billions in His glory sanctimoniously hide.

Believed defended by forgiveness and love,

Many are blessed by a man Holier than Thou.

Wars good business throughout history,

Merciless souls hardly thought that a mystery.

Nothing was ever nailed unshakably tight,

Even souls are bought if the price is right.



Most never find meaning in being too meek,

For hardly anyone will turn the other cheek.

As for Humanity’s desperate, everlasting quest,

The God called Power was always the best.

There was never a War ending all that is War,

And just as the forgotten ones in times of yore,

Will you later give a **** what this one was for?

Yet dispensable battalions will always fight,

For pay, honor and what insisted is right.

Brave soldiers always proud not to complain,

Are heroes dying well in seas, mud and rain,

As one more profitable War must be won,

Still wonder… Why the hell all of it begun?


Willoughby

Christmas Eve 1940



Copyright©2013 by Kari M. Knutsen

Caught lifeless. Unbearably lifeless
Your body lies under the train
The darkness, encompassing darkness
Has taken you under its reign

Neglecting good judgment or reason
I joined your unnatural pose
In life’s most impetuous treason
The setting unshakably froze

Together we’re lying in silence
Yet lying in silence we lie
To those who will follow our guidance.
They’ll also lie facing the sky

We’re liable for their reliance
On false idols founded in lies
But only with youthful defiance
They’ll see through our lonely disguise

Semantics are lost in translation
The spirit, however, is not
You offer reconciliation
But really you offer a knot

I have to accept this **** offer
I don’t have the strength to refuse
Although it is sick and improper
I’m tightening fate’s thorny noose

My conversion brought drastic change;
Thoughts of me were never the same.
I thought I was unshakably strong,
Yet I proved to be weak; I was wrong.

I thought I knew God, and He knew me,
But I desired all the glory.  
I said to everyone, “Look at me!”
“Look at my splendor and majesty!”

Self-centered, sensual sins
Never ceased to reign within.
I kept my monster-self caged in
Hypocritical bars of fake religion.

I hated God and I hated His law.
My whole life showed that all
I did was sin.  I did not know Him,
And He knew not me- I was dead.

But at an appointed moment in time,
God saved this heart of mine.
In light of His purity, I saw my sin,
And repentance developed deep within.

God graciously opened my eyes to see
Jesus’ death was meant for me.
He died condemned in my place
So I would be saved by grace through faith.

Undeserving of God’s wonderful gift,
I cannot help but want to live
In a way that seeks to glorify Christ,
My Beloved Savior, my All, my Life!