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Keith W Fletcher Oct 2016
Keith W Fletcher


Kinda funny how sometimes
We think we know what a word really means
By synopsis / definition or context
At times which way the wind blows defines how it leans
I say synopsis for when one word equates a story
Definition for when it falls more to cut and dry
Context may allow a word to be the momentary King
Surrounded by his subjects basking in his glory

So as a poet / writer I often consider  words to be fragile
As I credit them with an almost absolute gravitational force
To move mountains control tides or  to bring me back down to earth
Able to create a picture
Of love like a painter's brush
Or painted all black in a fit of remorse

Right now in this space and time  my being occupies
It hurts my soul to hear so many words
Abused to comatose by contusions
I understand not..... this Insidious plot to destroy the very foundation
Of words on which was built this nation
Once great ...now late
In seeking a healing solution

How is it that we manage NOT
To take advantage of those words that brought us here
Where people are now paid
To bend  minds
By twisting those very same words
To the point where the human mind gets into such a bind
We're reaching the end of our ability to... comprehend
Just how this could have occurred
Apathy is that word

Now with the foot firmly in the door
So many more are beginning to awaken
You see the surprise in.their eyes
As they finally realized
That they're late

I've been yelling... I've been screaming
For what is suddenly seeming
To have been my whole **** life

Many more at the door now engaged Enraged as the battle is being waged
So now I step out away from the battle stage

And I allow myself to scream out
Loud and proud

" I've been fighting them since way back when they first tried to enter in the freaking gate!!"

My voice is weak can hardly speak
I've been screaming for so long
In my heart of hearts
I feel that
I deserve a rest
I feel that I have passed the test
Truly knowing I've done my best

For so many years I spoke out
ABOUT..
...All my fears
I always resisted those who insisted
I was looking for trouble
Where it never existed

But now I think it's been
Amply demonstrated
So that I feel I've been vindicated
But I want to be sure it's clearly stated  

"I did not fight this battle all alone!!"
It's just that sometimes
It just felt like I was ?

My part in the battle has not ended
It's just that recently I have friended
On the web
Many who
Once you listen to what they just defended
People who I'm sure carry in their eyes
Those same battle scars that I recognize
In the words that they've said

And they carry scars just like mine
In their hearts and in their mind
So I'm sure that just like me
There were times I thought it'd be
Over and done
Before the real battle had ever begun
I'm sure that they could see
Just like me
A nation of people - brain dead.....
From being spoon fed ...a diet.....
Of fear and doubt....
.....drowning in apathy!!
Keith W Fletcher Nov 2018
Current ripped across my soul electrical fire out of control the moment you touch my cheek with yours leaning in skin to skin breast to chest I felt your eyelashes gently caress my ear as your teeth gently clinched lobe and hot breath blew into my ear I melted into the atmosphere your legs wrapped around my everything and I snatched the essence from a passing Moonbeam  and  we  rolled around through time and space and when our lips touched Stars weeped golddust flakes upon the earth as children leaped to catch a dream that would someday arrive, i had mine and was revived by a golden haired star tear of  artisty so exceedingly rare . If i be dreaming may I never wake for my thirst we shall slake and stay  bound as one ....that will never break.
Keith W Fletcher Aug 2017
Stardust dreams of planetary evolution
Earth dust has nightmares ....of mass pollution
While people argue of what is missing .
...without a clue
They proceed
Putting greed
ahead of need !  
So..
I must be
Earth dust ....as I too
Have nightmares ...
...As do all...those...
It seems ....
.... who
really truly cares..,,
....about Stardust dreams!
Keith W Fletcher Apr 2016
You make it seem so easy
The way you manipulate
Roll the dice
Without thinking twice
About the state of our fate
You watch the candle flicker
And see the shadows dance
Taking the best
And leaving the rest
To what will be history chance

Ever learned a lesson
That you'll take to the grave
Instead of facing up to it
So there's something for you to save
You act like a martyr
Though you know that you're a fraud
Justifying all the pressure you apply
Because you're convinced that you speak for GOD

Somethings always missing
When you add up all the clues
The mystery turns out to be
The way you pick and choose
Lessons learned the hard way
Don't ever change the facts
But self-serving hypocrisy
May change how others react

You have to believe in others
Just like you believe in yourself
Otherwise you will find...
....that you are
The only one left up on the shelf
Passed by and forgotten
Into history you will soon be tossed
Without a thought man...
... Like it or not
Your value just wasn't worth your cost
Keith W Fletcher Jul 2016
And you
Call yourself a martyr
Cause you left it
All to fate
As you stand in stoney silence
At the closing of the gate
Like a beggar at a banquet
Like a candle in the wind
When all you have left
Is your memory
And your name
For then
You will just be ...
... history
So will anyone
remember you
When its .....
.....all been said and done?.
Keith W Fletcher Jan 2016
We used to stand on promises
That are no good anymore
We've stood on the immortality
Of youth
Till it's gone too

Doubts assail my head
Cynicism seems to be the rule
Life can be so bitter hard
And people so **** cruel

I used to trust my brother
You see I ....
Thought he was my friend

But things have this way
Of working out..when cynicism
Rules the end

We used to stand on promises
But thats all in the past
We've stood inside our
Empty dreams ....DREAMS
Made of glass

Don't promise what you cannot be
Because... I don't really care
You see
I've played those kind
Of games before
And they never got me nowhere

Well I used to have a lover
Who was
Really more a friend
Those days are all
Behind us now

Because cynicism ruled again....
      ....the bitter bitter End

We used to believe
In promises
Of hope and love and peace
But now that need
Has been
Replaced with greed
I need to be released
From these games
That we're playing

I don't want to play no more
Don't know the rules and I'm ..
..tired of keeping score

So....Promise me
That you will be
A friend till the end.....
..So ..I can believe
In those promises.......again!
Again.
Keith W Fletcher Jul 2022
strange is the range
of the moral high ground
when taken then forsaken
without a momentary pause
Often explained as simply
because
as if treason needs no reason
to be anything beyond embraced
while evoking
stoking
THE fires
of history
erased  
as if...
unseen  would mean never existed
When truth of facts
are subjected to constant attacks
they may appear ...
to disappear
like the boundaries
of a moral high ground
So... to wipe clean
leaving around you
all that is seen
whitewashed
and pristine
as a snow-covered valley
surrounding a
large and beautiful lake
where you are
walking along
on this fantasy ...this table flat plane
no footprints
seem to be
left in your wake
if this becomes the moral highground
you choose to take
I wonder what  will be the cost
when you realize that you're lost
or when
in that emersed silence
will you wish you could reverse time
take it all back
once you hear  the sound....of the ice ......go CRAAAAK!?
Keith W Fletcher Mar 2017
They live beyond horizons
Not yet achieved
And in flashes of color
Too brilliant to be believed
In flicking flames of campfires
Dancing in the silver moonlight
And the next page of books
That sets imagination to flight
Among the woodland sounds
Where  birds chirp with abandon
Brooks babble along with carefree joy
And flowers grow completely random
In those patterns that nature designs
In those soft notes practiced fingers strum
Along the curves of an acoustic guitar or the body of a lover
Those are the places where dreams come from
Keith W Fletcher Mar 2016
be
In
That
Among the woodland sounds abandon carefree
completely random
In those patterns that design
In those soft notes practiced fingers strum
Along the curves of an acoustic guitar or the body of a lover
Those are the places where dreams come from
Keith W Fletcher Mar 2017
He went from hero to zero
In nothing  flat
Took his foot off the gas
And that was that
Looked in the mirror ..
....did'nt
Like what he seen
With a past behind him
A lifetime ahead
And there he was

Stuck in between
Stuck in between

What would have been
Had he put the pedal down
Where would he be
What  would he have found
Where would he have gone
Would he have liked what he seen
Put the past behind him
Gather up that real life ahead

But still there he was.
Lost and stuck ...

.....somewhere
     .somewhere between..
Keith W Fletcher Jul 2016
Caught up in her crossfire
Victim of her desire
Doesn't want to believe me
When I tell her to leave me ....
.... Alone alone alone
Trying to find a place to hide
But she just won't be denied
Keeps finding me with unerring success
Must have fed me something that contained a GPS
Hide hide hide
Wish I had a magic Genie
Or could  disappear like Houdini
I hate what she's put me through
But I don't know what else to do
Fall fall fall
Everytime I hear her knock
I start running like a broken clock
I never make a single sound
But she just keeps on hanging around
Love love love

I guess it's not for everyone
So now I'm done I'm done I'm done
So I guess I'll pack
And let her have....  
... her apartment back
****** !!!
I hate moving!
Keith W Fletcher Jun 2016
Sitting there
Nostalgic inflow
Creating cyclonic updrafts
While memories pass
Through the open windows
Down  once crowded corridors
Carrying away the last remnants
On out the other side
Where the broken doors of my mind reside
Behind the steering wheel I sit
Upon this crumbling and cracked concrete slab
Now so rough
But once smooth enough
The breakout games of basketball
In this neighborhood once proud
The waning sun of summer days
Pulling in the shade bound refugees
Around the court the gathering crowd
Pulling in those kids from  two
Even as far as three blocks away
Inevitable that kids will do what kids will do
A foul or  some minor slight
Would divide the crowd
War of words would insight a fight
And as always it got so loud
That it would wake my dad from his evening nap
He'd  struggle up  out of the easy chair
Still wrapped in the deep slumber
Of the Schlitz 6-pack  he had laid down under
He'd hit the door and kids would scatter
Booming out so angry and loud
I was surprised the single pane glass didn't shatter
That was my pop but he was alright
Actually he was much more than that
As the  rerun would play the very next night
He's  been gone now for near 20 years
Mom couldn't take it tagged along just three years later
Poor old house is empty.... falling apart
Should have torn it down 10 years ago Tell the truth I never had the heart
Hell I been here long enough need to go
I push the down button let the window roll
Look at the house and I yell out
Dad
lf you're here no reason to stick around Freeway is coming it's all coming down So if you want to climb on in
This new car that the old place bought
And well go for a spin
I got a new place up in the hills
Yeah...
But what else do you do sitting upon Sacred ground where you used to play
I know it seems dumb maybe a bit sad
What else do you say before its gone
When saying goodbye to the house
  Hand-built by your dad
Keith W Fletcher Dec 2016
What is it
That drives this need
This compunction
You seem so willing
To assume
The weight of...
... responsibility for
These taciturn involutions
As well as...
Any residual guilt
That
Later on
May well be felt
When no solution
Exists
And all this
In some futile effort
To pretend
I don't exist
That you never saw me
When my hopeless soul
Or my misshapen body
Was right there
Before you
As you went on by
When you could have
Simply ... looked my way
Caught my eye
Smiled and said "hi"

Instead of pretending you didn't see me
Keith W Fletcher Aug 2016
The image in my tainted view
Was the clearest in ages
Just as I thought to close the book
Before inciting myself to rip out all the pages

To inspirational heights I climbed
Without a shred of doubt
Like the last 10 pieces of a jigsaw puzzle
The connections were obvious... as my
Jaded and near faded pathway
Came back to life

Into being
Suddenly a view
Appearing
That I knew right then
Just how near I had been
To suddenly veering into tangent unknown

Willing to fight the undergrowth
The tangled web of neglected
Overgrowth
Made up of what... I guess
Would be both
My spirit and my dreams

Neglected to the chaotic
Sprawl of hopelessness
This new view
Allows me to confess
It was never a trail
I allowed myself to aspire to... fully

As I'm foolishly.. I am now aware
This perfection that manifested
In my open and fully invested...
....consciousness

Let me in - to suddenly
Reach the end
Just as I feared
The clearing disappeared
So as I now hack my way
Through my tangled and mangled future
Again I am
As I've always been

Just as lost and lonely
As I ever was - and will be
For it seems
This is the image
The tainted view
The only one ... I ever knew!
Keith W Fletcher Nov 2018
Children are crying.....cause the world is dying and
no one seems to care
lust and confusion ...
is the Grand Illusion.. and it's creeping up everywhere

the elders neglected ...and the
guilty protected ..by the
laws made for us all
no one is giving
everyone's living
behind a great stonewall

Resources depleted... and our honor defeated ...by the
short-sighted  side of man
****** and scraping
the world that we're shaping
Is NOT..
...going according to plan

fighting and killing
the graves we are filling
are holes in our sanity
preaching and teaching
we're not always reaching
because of our own - vanity
be - cause of our own...van - ity

Question that.i am asking ..is
Are all these things that we're tasking
Going to still be around
tomorrow ......forever

So how many more  
do we
really have remaining
When the past.... that
we thought. we had
left behind us
is steadily gaining


..if there is ..no answer
Then there
must be no question
And if there is ..no question
Then it must be....that we
Are not asking
What can I do ?....
       ....right here and now
Instead of saying
I just dont see how...
I can.make ...any difference

Try accepting the truth
Is NOT so hard to realize
That it's so easy to see
If you quit saying I can't.
And then simply ...
open. you're.eyes
Open your eyes....
... And just take
a good  look around.!
....
Keith W Fletcher Mar 2016
The past is past my friend
It can't be done again
So make the most of what you've got
The tears you try to mend
Are tatters blowin in the wind
Teasing you
Until you've lost all that you sought
Ripping away everything
That you ever thought...
That you were

Once you had your pride
But then you put it all aside
Only to become the person that you became

Now you just take the ride
With all that's passed denied
So in the end - who do you blame?
Life is not a game
Rules do not always pertain
To everyone... in the same
Way

It's not always your path
That saves you from life wrath
Nor is it wrong to sometimes stray

Cause and effect
Does reflect
On who it is that you neglect
The child of God can't always ....just pray
So if on your knees you always are
Then where will you be on Judgement Day?
Its all part of God's perfect plan
To let man be.... the son of man
Choosing
Whether or not to cast the first stone
And he that does deny
A lust or mistrust or a lie
He will stand....
.. In a line
That's all his own
When we come to Judgment Day
Keith W Fletcher Nov 2016
Felt like I've been wondering around
Don't think I'm lost but that sure ain't found
Nobody seems to notice me
Set myself on pause as I look around
Saw  in  the far-off distance City of Gold and I said to myself that must be where I'm bound

Bought me a big brown bag of broken down chips
From a one-armed Soldier with a toy 45 hanging from his hips
Give me a 16 ounce bottle to catch the water that drips
From the stalactite that grew From his left fingertips
And I heard him yell hoarsly as I went on my way.... best be sure that you take small sips

Along.the steep winding trail where I made my way
To a purple-flowered valley where I found a 57 Chevy made all out of clay
And a broken pair of mannequins making love in the backseat who said be on your way
And I would have moved even faster if not for the locked gate and the half bald parrot that  blocked and   squawked
I need $0.86 exact change ...zact change. . zact change.
If you don't have the jack a loan we can arrange
I gave you three quarters  a penny and a dime
Then he looked at me like I committed a crime

ZACT CHANGE ...ZACT CHANGE he squawked to the pushy mannequin in the car
Shrugged his shoulder and said well there yarrr
You made the deal he had the freight
So now you little **** squawker you need to open the gate

Let the man through to be on his way
Then he yelled at my back don't be a stranger stop in next time you be this way
Just make sure it's not the third Monday in the month of May
That's when we go down to Marshmallow Creek for some fresh clay

And I heard em all start giggling as I made my way around the corner
Where I ran into a picnic table and there sat a silver lighter and I multi colored ****
Just beyond was a fat oily little    dump of a man
Perched on one end the silver teeter totter
And a purple eyed blonde Angel sitting on the other end he said how you do I'm bud this is my daughter
And you can share that bowl with us you got the price or some water
Now I know why the soldiers said I'd be best to take small sips
I handed the bottle to the shimmering blonde Angel
Who said   so sweetly in a voice that suddenly   dropped 6 octaves

"Hey buddy what gives!!"
Slowly I begin to realize where I really was
The guy on the other side of the counter sayin
"Are you alright cous?"
"I told you to take it easy - greasy
We call this blonde white angel "
He pointed to  purple and green bud on the end of the scale
"This is the best you will find for sale
Anywhere in the city of Golden
Maybe in all of Colorado"

So I got me a five gram bag
Went outside for fresh air and to sit at the picnic table
Where I mellowed out while I drank the rest of my bottle of Teeters Water......Wooow!!
Keith W Fletcher Oct 2020
The life of a human
Is a short time span
So we do need to look quick
at all we can ..
at all the things
that ...
..might be missed
any of which
could be
something that
should  have ...
...been
on your list
and just might be
the thing
that could
have
gotten you
past ..
...that...
...which
you needed ...
... to ...
.........resist !! .
Keith W Fletcher Jan 2017
I've seen
In your eyes
A light - a hope - that I
Pray Never Dies
For it is aimed
At me...
... With tender loving care
And as mellow as
An Autumn afternoon
And it warms my heart
My everything
Like a blazing winter fire

That gaze reaches out
And wraps around me
Like a gentle breeze
Or like the beauty
Of a summer sunset
So it is with love
And my deepest respect
That I tell you
I am aware of
The love you share...
...with me
Whenever you look my way
Just as I do with you

I don't know... if mine
Shows as much
But it's there just the same
And it will never ever fade
No matter...
No matter what tomorrow brings

For I've seen
Keith W Fletcher Sep 2016
That day
I put the wheels in motion
Knowing full well
The courage that it takes
Starting off on a journey
When you know you got no brakes

That night
Down deep inside Im drowning
Among those shallow depths  of my emotions
I know
The problems that I'm facing
Won't have no magic potion

This time
can't wait till it's all  behind me
So I won't have to turn around
Every time
I think I hear a sound
Only to see and  be
Reminded of
Where it is. that I came from

There was
No way
To stop the dereliction
Once I realized
My Life - was barely short of fiction

Destitute
Devoid of all  compassion
Something happens to a man
When opens up his eyes
Looking
  beyond the thin disguise
He finally begin seeing
How blinded that he was being

The pain
Is nothing like the regret
He carriesLike a boulder
Upon his sagging shoulder
As its breaking down his back

To know
Just how much of his existence
Of which he has been s cheated
In finding out.the deck was stacked
The only  evidence he needed
Turning  suspicions into fact

To reach ....
. That day
When I put the wheels in motion
I  know ...... Full well
The courage that it took me
To just go- wherever the Journey takes
In the end... I set my spirit free
I set my spirit free
Keith W Fletcher Apr 2024
That first time..for anything
Can never be repeated
Not with that ..same impact
So imagine her surprise by the way
She was greeted
Hello beautiful
I said to her
Dont I know you
From the pick-up truck window
Rolling past her
walking faster
As she entered  
the  driveway he had departed
just a moment ago.
Workmen she muttered
Before allowing a smile
But he was handsome..sort of
As she paused now he was long gone
To pluck a wayward dandelion
Taking up residency on her front lawn
Who do you think YOU are ?
She asked the flower in her hand
I'm running late ,she heard in reply
circled round to say love ya and ....beep beep
She smiled at the ....
...the car.
.
Keith W Fletcher Jul 2019
I took the exit ramp
from the highway
  I was not traveling down
And then..
I was sitting there...
...beside myself
on the shoulder
all this time

Doing naught for that mission
I had been on for a long long time
somehow I had become the middleman
between me and yeah... Who else?

Who else could it be
that keeps getting in my way?
the only living soul that I
could ever truly trust
to make sure that it really was
what we both thought
we were seeing!
so if becomes necessary to verify
then we both have each other's back
then that would mean... no truth
or even lies
could ever come between
So then... any flaws for they obviously do exist
will manifest because
each is looking
In opposing directions
although I would insist that I'm looking straight ahead
you would so do as well
then would that-not mean... that everything
is being seen
for the truth that it really is? Yes?

Still there are those... I suppose
who will try to intervene
attempting to fix what isn't broke
like a hammer being beaten in by a 6 penny nail
No way!
No way!!
So shall I drop my guard
where any friend is concerned?
even though they probably said
I'm filling my head
with unnecessary dread
I may get frozen out
or I might...
.. find I'm being burned.

I know this guy and I do not know why
he sometimes thinks the way he does
becoming angry at what might yet come to be
And forgetting what was really was as you're to see
In this   I. E.
Were we each tasked to walk
from point A to point B
through the Woodlands
in a straight a line as can possibly be... he...
would spend his energy cussing out
... every single tree for being... And for being in his way.
Whereas for me
The problem does not arise..
Simply because..
I took into account the trees do exist
and that's the part he missed
he knows..... but he doesn't care
for him it's the conquest
simply a to b
whereas for me
it's to be a journey
along  life's road..that same one
that brought me to here.... so enjoy the walk!
Keith W Fletcher Apr 2016
Ultimately
This will be
A slice - a sliver
Of my life
A story of color
Friendship
The Guiding Light
Across the darkened way
That led me
Throughout my life
Even to this very day
And that light
Emanating
From the darkest places
Anyone could ever imagine
But...
This is also the story..
... Of color
Of different values
Different effects
The path I've traveled
That fate directs
So then... to realize
No map exists
To lead me on
Or back down
The trail that twists
No need to seek
A detour once missed
Forward bound
Trusting the light
That led me here
Footprints left behind me
As i watch.....they disappear
While I move. on ...toward the light
...through darkness. that ...
I no longer have need to fear.
Keith W Fletcher Jul 2017
There's something ironic about
The fact  that I found myself there
Sitting on the sidelines - stranded
Just beyond the road to nowhere
Out of luck , sorely in need of a friend
Funny how the open road - freedoms hiway
Can suddenly turn into a somber dead end !

Something broke and I heard/felt it
Weak ...out of power - out of luck
As a strange silence fell down around me
As thoughts often drowned out began to run amuck
Couldn't talk to myself - hardly even know me
I tried singing out loud to break the connection
But it took no time to realize that ...my life
Was like my musical knowledge ...a limited selection

I guess I've got the time now to reflect
About all the time i wasted and that i had lost
Worrying about how it will all end someday
And if it will have a value any where near its cost

My eyes open to see an angel of Mercy
A voice light as a hummingbird's fluttering wings
Smiling ..saying something.that ....
.that ... my fogged brain failed to connect
You called my Father and I'm what it brings
I'm here to carry you home she said
Are you ready to go ?

She had me hooked in no time
As I watched her flutter around
She lifted my spirit ,my hopes and my soul
Then I felt my two bodies lift up off the ground
I felt my spirit as well as my body begin to rise
The foggy depths instantly faded
All my apprehension became tangled
With the past I was leaving behind
And so I patiently held fast and waited

And as always I began to worry
Which for me is the same old story
That I would somehow sail away
On my way to an amazing glory
Without the non EarthBound angel
Then I noticed she had used chains of gold
To hold me... as to keep me from floating away

You'll need to come up here with me she said
Can't let you drag along behind
Especially anywhere near a place called destiny
Sometimes we don't see eye-to-eye I find
I couldn't help but keep glancing over at her
Every chance I got  ... for she was a doll
This angel dressed in oily overalls
I guess I got real lucky when I called you last night
For such an angel of Mercy to have materialized
I must have dozed off just before you got there
As  there for a moment when I first open my eyes
Because that could be no normal human being
Neither of them could believe what they were seeing

She gave me a sideways glance while she was driving
And then she pulled off the road saying I'll be right back
When she came back the  overalls were gone
Wearing instead the attire of a woman that cut me no slack

She most certainly was a Heavenly angel
I may have been broken and down earlier tonight
Feeling sorry for myself but I will never regret
Because I do believe that was a very first time that I know
Anyone ever went out on a date for dinner and drive-in movie
In a wrecker with a broken down pickup in tow

Are you ready ? she asked me as she entered our kitchen
Yeah yeah yeah I said are you going to ruin our day *******?
With that my wife pulled a monkey wrench out of her overall pocket
And chased me all the way out to the Wrecker...
....... with an old wrecked car in tow

But she dropped the wrench once I said happy anniversary
And pulled out the gold locket... Shaped like a gear sprocket
Oh! baby she said I'll Always Love You!
Keith W Fletcher Jun 2019
There are no ghosts on the static platform
To mark the pivot place where thoughts did form
No trail worn down to mark inspirations passing
Or any way to marvel at all norms they were surpassing
No visionary acuity to be remarked upon by latent hoards
Bent upon the profit margins your trial blazing such affords
Those less keen to  that instinctual drive you own
Left to wander aimlessly by arbitrary lack your  need to atone
By taking no stance , no ownership - those victories and defeats
May sow success and grow victories like flowers at your feat
To what avail if you fail and leave no trail of honest benediction
So honor the whims of chance, and circumstance take a stance
Where question and answer meet foregoing that need to dance
That now days seems so much a driving force by knowing
Wrong answers given are now scribed forever to be showing
No ghost then lives at that pivot point to mark where you turned
Those are not mistakes you find  fear of forever towing behind
They are the markers of the way you came to be....
               ...that you that you designed. !!
Keith W Fletcher Feb 2017
I'm running along this abstraction
But I can't seem to get any kind of  traction
Still bewildered by your initial action
And I never expected that kind of reaction

I hope it gave you some kind of satisfaction
Trying to break me down to a simple fraction
I just don't think I'll ever see what is the attraction
So it seems that there's no need for any protraction

The light that once shined in my eyes refraction
Has now obviously become some kind of distraction
Whatever once brought us to an impaction
I guess those dreams that were - suddenly weren't - by contraction

Nothing is ever as simple as finding what was ...wasn't
Or could suddenly couldn't
When you find out you were what you thought you weren't
And now tears... I knew I would though I told myself I wouldn't
We still are what we are or we aren't
I got to go now...
... As it suddenly seems that to still care is a new world infraction
I guess satisfied always  has to end up becoming satisfaction

And as I'm running along this abstraction I just can't seem to get any kind of traction.
Keith W Fletcher Feb 2017
In no position to do naught about it
As the world came crashing down in frantic chaos
All about him memories that had once sneaked away or ran off screaming
Stood around him now in random positions staring at him
From a distance that they could not cross

His eyes  strained to accept these visions seen
Through a thousand layers of reminiscent stain
There in his doorway sanctuary  of his Alleyway Kingdom
He continued taking measured sips
From the glass bottle that now hovered like a hummingbird
When making Touch and Go love to a flower
As the fear in his eyes  belied the visions so frightful in their simple acceptance

On the top layer of his folded up extra coat ..padding for his concrete throne
Steady sound of drip drip drip  the golden nectar as it fell from his trembling lip
And from Far Below and somewhere way out behind
He managed to find his grimy index finger
Still attached the very hand that found it and carried it to him
So that he could point it all around
You and  you '- and you no...no no
I don't remember ..you NO! Just leme lone...

Then in a momentary pause allowed because
He endeavored to steady that uncontrollable waggling finger long enough to get focus on the crosshairs and when he  did ....

...what he saw... instead

Was not all bad memories as there a few happy smiling faces
Then he remembered those things he had forgotten
I don't blame you he said out loud I knew you when you were gone that you just went cuz the rest of them had

And that very second his grimy wagging finger came to a stuttering and then steady stop

On a face he didn't recognize

Just as the bottle in his hand crashed in a silver bell sound and silver shards  scaterred
As if playing a dirge as  his words criss-crossing and slamming into hers -  the two merged

Who are you !  he managed from the rusty hinges of his seldom-used vocal cords

Just before he dived after the golden liquid nectar

He heard her voice as it cut across and got through

  The sweetest voice ,the sweetest  sound , the sweetest words and the very last he ever heard

Sir ..! I work at the bakery down the street and I was hoping you would allow me (the three douhnuts slipping from her hand
had not hit the ground. ...before)
  to give you something to eat.
  
He heard it all as they reached their mark
Just before... he tumbled into the dark

He was dead before she reached him
And though she didn't. know a thing about him
She yelled to a person passing by to please call 911
Then she sat there crying with his head resting on her lap.

"So he wouldnt be alone."

The king was dead....his lonely reign ... all his bitter pain. and his life was salvaged. ...by three doughnuts
and the kindness of a stranger.
Keith W Fletcher Jan 2016
I can feel the beattime of  life
That universal rhythm
That sounds so right

In quiesent meditations
I'm seeking  an illusive song
The embodiment of quintessence
That'll take  me along

Descending ever deeper
I'm transending time and space
Coexistence with infinity
Seems to all embrace
The essence of life

It feels so unreal
Reverberations of every sound
Pounding down my......
Pounding down over me
The etherial effervescence
Is enveloping me
I see the sunrise and the earth
Over and over
In the blinking of an eye
Leaving trails against the sky
Fading to black
The scarlet appears
I get the impression
That I'm watching the years
Of my life revolving away
Leaving me here
Stranded in the stratum of time
Leaving me here !
Keith W Fletcher Jan 2016
They plagued us in the woods and wells
But vain is all our wrath and woe
Beside a deep abyss
Will grow
With tower and spire
And overhead
The sign that you and I do dread
Aye
The noisy monster was all but hung
In the lofty steeple
And soon had all but rung
But I was alert
We shall never hear that bell
It is drowned in the deep

By **** and pie
A devil of a joke
I stood on the brink
Of a cliff
Chewing sorrell to help me think
As I rested against a stump of birch
Mid the mountain grasses
As I watched the church
When...all of the sudden
I saw the wing
Of a blood -red butterfly
Trying to cling
To a slippery wet stone
And I marked how it
Dipped and tipped
As if from a blossom
The sweetness it sipped
I called --it fluttered
To left and to right
Until upon my hand
I felt it so gently light
I knew it was the elf
It was faint with fright

We talked of this and that
Of the frogs that had spawned
Of this day that had dawned
We babbled and gabbled
Of much I know
Then it broke into tears
I calmed its fears
Then it spoke
Oh! Their cracking of whips
And they turn and they stop
As they drag it aloft
From the dale below
Is is a terrible tub
That has lost its lid
All of iron
Will nobody rid
The woods of this terrible thing
It could make the bravest
Moss--Mannikin shudder and quake
I swear they will hang it
These foolish people
High up in the heart
Of the new churches steeple
And then hammer and bang
At its sides all day
Frightening all the good spirits
Of the Earth away

I hummed and I hawed
And I said hi **
As the butterfly fell to the Earth
While I -stole off to a herd
That lay up nearby
To guzzle my fill of good milk
I believe three udders ran dry

They will seek in vain
For even another drop to drain
This day
Then making my way
To a swirling stream
I hid in the brush as a sturdy team
Came snorting and panting along the road
Tugging hard at their heavy load
We will bide our time said I
Lying quiet and still in the grass
Till the mighty dray
Rambles by
Then stealing from hedge to hedge
Hopping and skipping
From rock to rock
I followed the fools
On up to the top
They had reached the edge
Of the cliff when they came to a block
With flanks all a quiver
And hocks a thrill
They hauled at the dray until
Worn out by the struggle
To move that bill
Say I to myself
This fawn will play them a trick
And spare them all
No more work today
One clutch at the wheel
I had loosened a spoke
A wrench and a blow
As the woodwork broke
A wobble -- a crack
And the hated bell
Rolled over and into the gulf it fell
It changed and it bounded
From crag to crag on its downward way
Till ...at last
That welcome splash
To the bottom it sank
Where it now lays
At the bottom of the lake
Lost for now and for always
Aye!
Keith W Fletcher Dec 2015
She's a lady in the daytime
     And a demon in the night-
Never passes a chance to party
            Till the first rays
            Of morning light--
She CAN hold her own..
              ....With anybody
   And can kick it with the best
She paints a smile on
     Like a real trooper--
  Because  its who.... She's...
........supposed.. to be
            Look really deep ...
......into her eyes
  You can see --a caged animal
                 Wishing..
                           To be free
There is something in her  nature
  That never lets her get a break
The laughter and good time girl
        Is just a picture ... That is....
                   Absolutely fake
As for looking into her psyche
     To see .. What makes her tick
She will thwart  every effort
As she has learned every trick
      She mourns her own demons
Like a grief stricken widow does
        Which is exactly what she is
  You see .......he left her for his third  tour
                        He smiled at her
                 WITH THAT TWINKLE ..
                          ......in his eye
              Then just one week later
                    That TWINKLE faded
                     When a snipers bullet
                SLAMMED    
                           Into his brain.  
All of him  and a big part of her.....
              Picked that moment to die
                   So now she's living (sorta)
         On borrowed time and mournful pain
                         Knowing that he is ........
                                     ...still with her
                       Around her neck.....his dogtags hang........
                                  On a bloodstained------- silver chain.
Keith W Fletcher Nov 2016
Let me know when you begin
To ignore the tinting of my skin
So you can see who it is that we really are
Until that time comes we won't get too far
We will all be standing in the cold and bitter rain
Tied to the past by a hardened chain
And all the victories that we've had will be in vain

The ones you trust are now just telling you lies
Still you listen and then you become
One of the vocal ones who constantly denies
That the truth is all that will stop what's ...  yet to come
Tied to the past by a hardened chain
All the victories we've had will be in vain

But no one seems to really care
About the fact that we are getting nowhere
And we're getting there...
... Faster and faster all the time
The ones who speak the truth might as well be a voiceless mime
Human rights are what we used to hold up so proud
Now we seem bent on pulling the Stars and Stripes over us ...like a shroud

Those countries that we used to help move ahead
Are now looking back to sadly shake their head instead
As they try to focus on what they need to do
Without the help , trust and faith of the red white and blue

And we're standing in the cold and bitter rain
Tied to the past by a hardened chain
And all the victories... That we've had ..will be in vain

Golden Rule was left so far behind
Greed and avarice seems  to have made us blind
Nobody listens but they demand the right to speak their mind
If Diogenes came here today... I'm afraid of what it is that he may not find

And we're standing in  the cold and bitter rain
Tied to the past by  a hardened chain
Willingly letting all of our past victories go down the drain and to be in vain
Keith W Fletcher Jun 2017
I'm here to pick up the pieces
Of  a life I once knew
When I understood the reasons
And when I thought that I had a clue

To what life could be like
When you think that you found a home
And then you wake up find the dream gone
On the coldest day you've ever known

Before that day everything was perfect
She was the love of my life most beautiful I've known
  I was the Captain she was my Tennille... until
We went our separate ways and I was left alone

Complications seem to have a life of Their Own
So even though I can remember the way she went down
When I knew she was going I had to abandon the dream
And I had to pull myself up or let myself drown

Every so often someone answers my ad
And I drive out to meet and see if it's her
At least a small part of the dream that I had
That I can mount in my new dream as it were

So far nothing but a lot of false hopes
I'm superstitious and I know that one day I'll find
A keepsake ,a memory..a piece so awesome
So I can ***** it on the floor as a way to remind

Turn the last corner check the address
I wasn't prepared for The Rush that I got
There on the porch was more than I'd ever expected
Holding and caressing every inch of her there on the spot

You must be Ethan said the man who opened the door
it looks like you're getting acquainted
Yes sir I never thought I'd find a piece of the dream lost
This is more than I could have ever expected

Back into town tied down in the bed
Roll through the gate where my new dream was waiting
Well look at that McCrory said she came back to you
More than I hoped I said leave it to you to do the mating

I'll be back Monday morning to set off
If you think you can work your magic
And I can get back where I belong
It'll be done son one more day on dry land would be tragic

See you Monday then you old boat builder
Already barking orders  lend me a hand and let's see
They got oceans to sail and places to be  he bellowed out
Avast me hearties he said with a grin and a hearty wink at me
Keith W Fletcher Jan 2020
erosion-corrosion
or one big explosion
look them over and choose
the Earths just a rental
don't get sentimental
We really got nothing to lose
we've exhumed all that matters
ripped and torn into tatters
till there's little left we can use
we made our  divisions
voided out any and all revisions
simply put we lit the fuse .. once we started defying, denying
consistently implying
that everyone's lying
crying out that it's ...
all just more fake news!




.
Keith W Fletcher Oct 2016
Keith W Fletcher
July 28 2016


In spirit I'm  the Dark Horse
Fading into shadows of doubts
Optimism rides upon my back
Yet it's not enough to turn me
From those obscure routes
Where I too often find my solace
In the echoes of my silent world
As I run from my own hoofbeats
That I have been chasing
  None hears  the distant thud
From far below those lofty heights
Where I so often find
Myself  being hurled

In absence I'm an empty space
Where once a possibility had existed
Like those gentle summer winds
That moves along  unnoticed
Until dust or debris swirls around Acknowledging the air
That in my passing through...
... has just been twisted

In memory I am a faded color
Where no reference of what was... .....allows comparison
So no photograph
Or artistic rendering
Can ever capture the true identity...
....Of a shadow lost in shadow
Once the fading out has begun

In legacy I left a trail
Well worn and beaten wide
As I never took
The straight and narrow
I've always  preferred...
... to move from side to side

So  please...do not illuminate
The beloved shadows zones
Along the trail
For  these are the places to take more time
Feeling the presence of all the ghosts
Those reminders of my dead dreams
I've left along there
To haunt me
Reminders of those times I fail

But that cliff edge
Where I  so often  hurled myself
To crash below
In muted
And too often painful
Solitaire Evolutions

That step off spot
Where my tracks end
That is mine and mine alone
Just as is ...
That Hallowed Ground...
... where  I land
And where I lay... until I stand
To dust myself off.. or weep
So should I choose to curse my soul
I want no one else around
Keith W Fletcher Feb 2018
As if it mattered
When the reflection shattered
And the multitude of pieces scattered
Upon and all about my pristine vanity
Some will refrain and ultimately abstain
Aye from testing my future sanity
And so those who strain to reach the drain
Will not be among those hidden Vipers
That will patiently wait to draw my blood
So no matter the sweep or vigil I keep
I will not manage to ultimately succeed
As nothing's as hard as that loathsome shard
Whose only goal is to gouge my sole
And feed upon the blood I bleed
So without doubt will come that night I Scream & Shout
As that will surely be the future I have in store
When a tiny Silver sliver will deliver that punctuating wound ...and I believing little....
...dime size spots of blood all the way
Across that bathroom floor. .
Keith W Fletcher Dec 2015
Well I walked a fine line
Between hope and the hopeless
And I tried to distinguish
Myself
From those who just accept
What they're given
I want more than the basic
Requirements
That goes along with
The idea of just living
It may be hard to discard
The shackles of the mundane
But it's easier than wearing
The weight of a rusty chain
That stretches back
To the beginning
Of when I chose
Losing over winning
When I listened to those
That I believed
Were smarter than they really were
Who told me that
I'd have to be practical
With a power to their opinions
That seemed to be
Totally intractable

Now I know it wasn't all
Just for my own good
Somewhere in the mix was a jelousy
I never quite understood
Give me time
To find my own version
Of peace of mind
And I will try to design
The person that I am
Supposed to be

I don't know
What I know
But I'm willing to admit
That I'm never gonna quit
Searching for myself is a way
For me to be myself
After all it has to be me
Whos doing all the searching
I don't know who else
Would ever even want the job
Cause theres no reward
For looking for the person
That you're not
You would need to be crazy
To ever even really contemplate
The fine line it would take
You to walk
On your way to such a fate
So I'm taking a new path
I'm taking a new path
Before its way way
way too late
Keith W Fletcher Jan 2021
I feel as if the air is lighter, the nights are more inviting, the mood of those strangers we smile at -with eyes alone,- more receptive, like one of those spring mornings that is in the process of, or has just shaken off the crisp cool mantle of wet fog, to leave the ground saturated in the sound deadening effect [that] - in those rare moments- we can pause, enjoy and savor; before stepping back onto the conveyor belt of life ( modern humans lot), with the still lingering sounds of unseen birds singing to our souls from the bluer skies, those happier trees and the proudly more secure rooftops that seem to have suddenly regained the pride of being things of value, things of worth, those things  which I find absolutely worthy of rejoicing  ...like at no other time in my 2/3 century of living on this great planet!
Keith W Fletcher Jan 2017
Not what you said
But... how you said it

Not what you asked
But...how you asked it

Not where you went
But... why you went there

Not what you did
But... why you did it

Not when you did it
But... why you chose when

Not that you wanted it
But... Why you weren't appreciative

Not who you offended
But... That you didn't care...
... Who you offended

That's why our friendship ended

Life ***** when it gets all ******* in nots !
Keith W Fletcher Jul 2019
Some believe
Some doubt
Some pray
Some Shout
Some live
Some survive
Some rise up
Some take a dive
Some rejoice
Some abstain
Some imply
Some refrain
Some accept
Some deny    ....But
when you
unknowingly
stepped  on that ant
did it see God in that moment
where we really can't
see the existence of....
     though  we insist we can
While we still seek to see
  wonders
in some...far-off
wondrous place
Whereas I can see God
simply by
holding my hands...
....up
..... in front of my face !
Keith W Fletcher Jan 2016
YOU DO-what you want !
Do what you want!!
Do what you want!!!
Don't need nobody
To tell you to jump
YOU jump through nobody's hoop!
Why then do you defend
Your right to VOLUNTEER
As Lord and Savior
To try and change the behavior
Of others
Who enter your sphere?
Nobody's pretending
That in the defending
You haven't crossed the line
Into the realm
Where you're taking the helm
Of a ship called Destiny
As captain of the vessel
You can do whatever you please
Just remember
If it all goes down
YOU WILL drown
In the depths of a place called
The hypocri-SEAS......
    SEAS...SEAS...SEAS....
...SEIZE the moment !!
To set a new course
Away from the path of total destruction
That leads to total remorse
The folly of an ego-maniacal quest
Searching for salvation at the burnt -out alter
Where you falter
As you utter
The ancient and time-worn voodoo incantation
" AUTWA   OOLACA     NAQUANA"
THEN SUDDENLY
The bottom drops out and  a  demon appears
The image of a lifetimes accumulation
Of all your regrets and all of your fears
As they come together
Hammered like a nail into the pit of your soul
Letting your lifeblood flood
Away
And out of control
NOW YOU KNOW
As you drift into the rift
Sinking fast as you gasp
Your last breath
Swallowed up
By the brutally cold water
Of the hypocri-SEAS
YOU NEVER were the Lord and Savior
Who had the right
To try and change the behavior
Of others who enter your sphere... VOLUNTEER
VOL-UUUNNN-TEEER......
....HAHAHAAAAAaaaa    VOLUnteeer­r !!!
Keith W Fletcher Apr 2016
I know that there's no reason
To keep searching for
Something so elusive
Its disappearance is now intrusive
Seeming to alienate and irritate
All those who searched in vain
For any reason to keep searching
For any reason to hope for
Or any reason to believe in
When extinction seems to be
The inevitable outcome of complacency
So the reason I kept searching for
Is the same reason I used to see
So much hope in the human heart
Before we all agreed to disagree
And I see no reason there
No reason - no reason at all
No reason to walk beyond the cliff edge
And allow yourself to fall
Into the abyss of a downward spiral
Where we never should have stepped
So all-in-all I do believe
For reason itself is the reason
I've written this unreasonable thought
And reason is what has gone extinct
As reason was once important
But now I guess it's not

So I see no reason to keep looking
For reasons that don't exist.
Keith W Fletcher Jan 2016
I used to be drawn to the light in the night
But I'm getting kind of used to the dark
So now I try ..... to rely
On what I believe is my second sight
Whenever I turn around - to look back
On the places I've been
I pay the price by having all my thoughts
Become tattered as they get scattered in the wind

Never realized how much it mattered
Till I saw it all gets scattered
And I realized what I had lost
Then as my thoughts and my feelings battled
That caused me so much confusion I became addled
I began to believe my wires were crossed

And it always hurt more
Than it did the time before
Because it always tore ...always tore
Right down to the core
It always tore ....right down to the core

The darkness that surrounds me
Seems to have found me
In a place that I just can't escape
Even when dark is replaced by the  light
Still I'm bound by forces
That I don't know how to fight
Even if I could- my energy is all spent
And I don't really know where it went

I used to be drawn to the light in the night
But I've gotten kind of used to the dark
And I'm slowly losing the time that I had
As I expire at the bottom of this jar
I took so many falls - as I slammed the glass walls
So as it is that I am now .....shuffling off
I'm trying once more
To  uncross my wires - in hopes of creating an arc
Going to...go out with style
Just..... one..... last...
One last ...
One last... one...one... one....

.....One last spark!
Cli...CLI....CLICK !!
Keith W Fletcher Jan 2017
It took a lifetime to become    
The person that you see  so..
. I wish I had a way to know    
Just how far you had to go
To find a way
   For you to be    
Even slightly    
Satisfied with the strange reality  
That turned out....       .
...Once you got past
A little bit of the doubt      
Finding a way..to..Look...past    
The strange shadow
That I've always cast        
And see that...there may be      
someone
Worth a second chance / a second glance      
You might even have had to go so far
As to create a whole new
                Overview!                        
So I have to applaud you
For the hard times
That you've gotten through    
Putting up...with the likes of me ! 
It wasn't like I tried ....
...to be
A thorn in your side  
  I've just been different
Than all the others that you raised        
So we banged our heads together  
As we .......   
Tried to understand each other      
I hope I never neglected to show you
That I always respected you..
...For all the things that you believe    
I  just   had   to   go.  on a search
And it took me away from the church    
But it never took me away  
...so far
That I couldn't or wouldn't
Hear the word

"I never denied
That  JESUS CHRIST is my savior'
  Or that he died ... 
...For the likes of me ! "     
That is to the credit of the love
That you've shared    
Even when I made it hard
And you were scared
That I'd end up scarred    
By the evils of the world    
I want you to know
That wherever I go
Whatever I do      
All the good
That resides in the.. likes of me  
Comes from the love that you
And the LORD above    
Have always shared with...  
...the likes of me
      So I want you to know
That it's takin a lifetime
To become the person that you see    
Although I don't fit into any mold
I know that you've always had...  
...good or bad  
Unwavering faith in me    
So I'll do my best to join you    
In that city on the hill    
Following your path
Avoiding GODS wrath
By always  
Doing HIS will.
Keith W Fletcher Dec 2015
An insatiable thirst
Quenched
By the flickering flames of change
As constant darkness
Opens up
To expose
The smiling faces........ arranged
In a ragged circle
As transmutation will
Click a quick tick
Time sets forth a measurement
And right then
Measurement becomes relevant
And the wall
Still and silent now
As it settles into the new place
Having moved backward......
Giving human spirit
A little more space
Nobody knew it right then
But space
Just got bent ..for the very first time
---------And GOD smiled---------
Coal carried the flame forward
Far beyond
Its original role
Iron became harder to tame
As they blend and bend
Creating and celebrating
The birth
Of the very first tool
And the wall slid back
Exposing a gap
In the continuum
As well as a broken chain
So GOD stepped in
Taking a chain in each hand
As to cover the span
Linking the past to the present
Creating a future
Where history will be amassed
To be categorized
Analized
Sorted and filed
And GOD held it all together
-------And again GOD smiled-------
That smile
Must have been
MAJESTIC
As he watched the intrepid airmen
Sail off the dune and fly toward the ocean
Taking a leap and an unfathomable chance
HE may have laughed
As the slapstick unfolded
The two brothers laughing and whooping
As each does their version
Of a happy dance
To a whole new future -- to be
That they alone
Had the ability to see
It did change quite magically
Unfolding like a roadmap
Inspiring technology
With each turn of the page
No smile could have been present
As fat man lumbered in
And little boy followed
Not too long after
And that guaranteed
The absence of smiles
-------The suppression of laughter------
Tragic
Still
The wall slid backwards
By more than the QUOTA
The pattern expected
Considering the folly of man
Whose intelligence suddenly
Accelerating so rapidly
That bit by bit
Humanity split
Religiously
Using a crutch
Saying its all just
Too much
"If GOD wanted man to fly
He would have given us wings"
As others decry
"You spit in the eye
of He who gave us the gift
of creativity
Intelligence and tenacity---
--maybe a bit of bombastity
All fathers want their children
To excel
So shouldn't that be true
For GODS children as well?
That wall is not to be breached
Circumnavigated
Undermined or climbed
We will never realize
The height necessary
To rise above the lofty wall
To see the sacred sights
Where GOD delights
In teasing us
Bit by bit
Inch by inch
Allowing us
To push the wall forward
Encouraging us to learn as we grow
As you know
We would have never  moved forward
Beyond the doubts of those
Who say that we're playing GOD
Then burying their heads in the sand
Dooming us to crawl
Instead of proudly walking tall
If GOD didn't encourage his children
By stepping back
And smiling upon us
As we seek to find wisdom
Just as we need it
We take pride in pushing ahead
As if we somehow
Actually did
It on our own
Managing to move that wall
----And that has to give
GOD
The biggest laugh of all.
Keith W Fletcher Jun 2016
Sleepless night
Insomniatic overlay
Dressed
Coffee in hand
Outside... Listening
As nature announces
The arrival
Of a brand new day
The night birds clear shrill
Accentuating
The whippoorwills petal soft coo
Tree frogs keeping rhythm
While the skyline
Gently eases down
The blackness
With the gentlest of pastel blue
From far far away
Comes the hoarse throated honking
Of a quickly approaching goose
Announcing it was coming through
No mistaken.
I did believe
The Happy song they are always making
Until that moment
As daylight broke the night
With the sudden crack of dawn
To my surprise this traveling troubadour
Singing as it went winging by
Turning out to be a swan
Meting out a greeting
Hello Hello Hello
Continuing to fly
While off in the waning distance
Fading with a sad persistence
Diminishing
The swan song ...finishing
With a distant cry
goodbye... goodbye.... goodbye
Keith W Fletcher Jun 2018
The news of late
Seems to amply relate
The quandary...
... so many wrestle with
In fixated perspicacious denial
Of just what happiness means
Serenity.... Viability ?
Financial security...solvency?

While what matters goes unsolved
Because we are ...so involved
In seeing only the success
They express....not the stress
They repress for us..
..the adoring public...

Caught up in our thinking
That we wish we were them.
Perfection in the reflection
Of the lucky ones who have it made.

So why do so many...
...take themselves out
When they could have stayed?

I do wonder...where we all would fall
Were we to seem to have it all
The life that they attain ..that persona
they maintain
That no one...it seems  
can really see beyond
It too often doesn't dawn
Upon...me

To notice the human strain ...
....the common pain, that we see
so easily in each other.
I never saw it and I am so sorry...
And will miss you, Anthony Bourdain.
Farewell..Brother.
May you rest in peace .
Keith W Fletcher Nov 2023
If you could truly imagine
What it would be like to be blind
From birth or later in life …..obviously would change your state of mind
yet either course would be a source
of altered apperceptions …deceptions and apparitions
So that which was never seen
May or may not really mean
the same to those who once could see
therefore there are  those
who choose to believe
that they can conceive
by concept and projection
the differences…. that lay between
weak or strong-right or wrong
all truths remain
subjects to
the status of ..
   that portal to the mind
and in what way
one chooses and uses
their power of perception

Consider for a moment
What might life be like
were you unable to hear
to never know all
those things
being unaware of caused you to miss
from chirping birds
to a honking horn
of bitter scorn
or one whose purpose was to warn
for again we find
it's all intwined
with the threshold
at the doorway of
…an open or closed mind!

You might believe you can conceive
what life without arms would entail
a body without legs..or both
begs considerations
few able-bodied choose to make
as they pass by…
diverting their eye
to get beyond and leave them in your wake
sad how quickly that was accomplished
physically …at least
but how it's done mentally, emotionally,
or morally
is for each to deal with in turn
with lingering regret
or complete absence
of concern
ones own life moves on
in every sense of the word…until suddenly it doesn't
and maybe then you  realize
what you imagined wasn't anything like you thought
Think about that next time you wake up
get dressed,
grab your keys and walk out to your car,
tune up some media,
check the mirror view,
back up a bit
and move forward into your day …as you encounter someone crowding into your lane,
cutting you off as if you were unseen,
as they rush to leave you behind..
be they unconcerned by your honking
distracted by the real world
or within the vagaries of their mind
barely missing you
as they run the light
and you wonder, mumble or yell out " Are you deaf or are you blind?
Then go see what you can do about propping open or removing what exists …at the threshold of …
Otherwise you need to accept that they were just people moving forward in their lives.
no different than you are….if you cannot truly imagine anything like that…then I feel sorry for your loss.
Keith W Fletcher Dec 2019
Keith W Fletcher Dec 2015
Twas the flight before christmas
Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a computer mouse
All of the people and pets
Were nestled in bed
Waiting for a fat man
In a flying -reindeer sled
Just as I ventured
To slip off to sleep
A noise -- maybe a clatter
Was heard from the street
I ran to get me a view
Opening the window
I put my head through

Down on the corner
Across from the jail
A fat drunken bearded man
Was singing off key
Merry Christmas to all you boys
I hope ya all make it out without fail

The kettle had just enough money
To make my  own flippin bail
I was annoyed  so I yelled down
Go home you soppin santa --you stinkin clown
GO HOME-
So the real Santa might actually appear
F* off you a hole he yelled back
As he popped open a beer
I am the real santa you * head
Then he sorta suggested
My reindeer flew off when I was arrested
Mrs. Clause is so cold
Them elves is lucky they don't get molested
But if you're worried ya won't get your gift
Then get your dumba  down here
And give me a lift
Hastily dressing I wondered
If anyone else might have heard
But the way they were snoring
Obviously they heard not a word
Grabbing a jacket I picked up my keys
Went out to take this crazy drunk home
So that he won't freeze
When I finally found him
It way back behind the dumpster
Where he was tossing his cookies
Being eyeballs by two coppers
Who looked like a pair of rookies
"COME ON " I pleaded  " lets get you home"

He peered at his wristwatch"sh* he exclaimed
I'm supposed to be delivering  gifts in Maine
He clumped into my new Volvo --stinking of *****
"A Volvo" he sneered why couldn't you drive a Ford ..comet
Then he mumbled some words below his stale breath
And my car floated up in the air  -- scaring me to death
He yelled out commands as my car shot forward
"Rides pretty nice" he muttttered" but not as nice as a Ford"
     "On Volvo .. On Volvo .. On ..oh heck .. Just hook a left
   No nonono I mean right
Then he yelled out the window
MERRY(buuurp) CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD EFFEN
NIGHT.    ** **. Cough cough Hoooo!!
Keith W Fletcher Jan 2017
Picking it up they read
I'm gone. I'd tell you why
You never listen to anything I've ever said
So..Blankety blank blank blank blank
Good - bye
There.... that ought to satisfy
Keith W Fletcher Jun 2023
The open source
of my open sores
Is the reason why
  my open soars ....
...come so far and few between these days

IN  so many ways ...so much
Is being lost ...without fair value
for the price it costs
and no reason exists ..in the midst ..
..of all the turns and twists ...
...for not attempting to displace - replace , erase
OR EVEN EMBRACE
whatever grows from changes
From what is seen.... and by how one rearranges

Or even exchanges
ONE THING from another
One Another for another ...or another
for the ONE THING we already had ....
.....all along!

Living...flowing...ever knowing
GLOWING
like the wingtips of a flight-bound Dove
In shadowed effect of a sun-backed vision
Silvertipped and golden tinged ...glowing as hot as the sun
Without threat of being singed

Immune to the effects of latent remorse as a source
effecting the continuation of any open sores
that might reflect upon my own ability ...to take flight
IN MY EVER EXPANDING FREEDOM AS MY OPENSOARS
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