Where Is God

   My heart seeps
My Soul weeps
Everywhere evil creeps
Where is God?

Know, no life isn’t fair
Know, no one seems to care
Yes evil fills the air
Where is God?

I ask when I hear of evil strains
I ask when I see evil in someone’s veins
It seems that evil reigns
Where is God?

Seek and you shall find
Open your eyes for they’re blind
There’s still humans very kind
Hello poetry this is where is God


Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/29/2020
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Dedicated to everyone here at
Hello poetry for welcoming me
To a world I didn’t know existed
Where I find God is alive and well
God Bless you all!!!

For Just One Rose

    I live my life as to ways taught
Only as the golden rule
But alone I am and I wonder
If I am but just a fool

I have given my love
For it be thrown in a fire to burn
A thousand of lessons
You’d think I would learn

Yet I know deep inside
There is someone for everyone
So I searched and I prayed to find
My love for life before my life be gone

Now I have found her
Yet I feel myself begin to hesitate
My heart is stopping me
As I question my fate

But in my eyes she is beautiful
I dare to offer my heart, for her to take
If she were to dismiss it
So fragile it would surly break

So in the misty morning,as the sweet
Smell of the dew tickles my nose
I risk the pain of thorns
For just one rose

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 10/21/2017
All rights reserved

Celestial

  A million to one would be an
Understatement of impossible possibility
For true love from the vast sea of humanity
And to feel the completeness of tranquillity

As a lost soul with no direction
Like an asteroid floating aimlessly in space
Searching and longing for a magical embrace
To suddenly seeing her beauty her face

As if it was destiny without reason or rhyme
Opposites attract like a magnetic force
Nothing could ever have changed it’s course
Logically it must have been a higher source

For I was in a pathetic state of being
Drowning in my worthlessness and pain
Listening to the demon voices in my brain
In my own darkness and never ending rain

Then God looked down upon me and smiled
Seeing the disaster of my event in my venue
He sent an amazing Angel to my rescue
I was able to heal and start a new

I’m alive and well and very blessed
From one whom seemed to be *******
Matched with one so vestal
And now living a life so amazingly celestial

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/27/2020
All rights reserved

This is not a poem

Ladies/Men/Gay

  Ladies you are beautiful
Ladies you deserve the best
Ladies you deserve everything
Ladies to avoid a broken heart, listen!!!
Ladies find a man that makes you their world
Ladies anything less is an invitation for
Your broken heart
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Men you are not beautiful
Men you deserve a woman
Men she deserves the best
Men she deserves everything
Men make her your world
Men anything less is an invitation for
Your broken heart
Men you would only have yourself to blame
Men give her respect and give her your
Unconditional love or just shut up because you don’t deserve her otherwise
Because you are lucky to have a woman
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Gay find a partner that does the same
Treat each other with love or you don’t deserve each other.
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Seriously it takes two too make any relationship work but guys seriously you’re
Lucky if a woman loves you stop with the wondering eyes and thinking the grass is greener on the other side for if a woman loves you it’s better than any lust you will ever find
Give her 100% and there’s no broken hearts for either of you!!!

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/26/2020
All rights reserved

I Still

   When I first saw her
My knees got weak
When I first met her
I couldn’t speak

When we had our first date
My heart was beating faster
I was a fish out of water
It was a beautiful disaster

I was under the influence
And my heart was exposed
I fell to the floor
The night I proposed

When she said yes
My heart soared into outer space
She is my Angel
She is my saving grace

Every time I see her even now
After all these years do I get a chill
I can honestly say the answer is
Yes you better believe I still

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 02/25/2020
All rights reserved
I dedicate this to my wife
April 14th we will celebrate our
36Th wedding anniversary
I love you baby ❤️❤️❤️

My Poetry, My Brain
             (I Don’t Know)

  A poem is a poem
Even if it’s just a word
For once it’s written
It’s seen, it’s read, it’s heard

My brain is wired strangely
An idea, a title the first rhyme
Then quickly a story line and
I write as if I am running out of time

(Sample— Old Ones)

At fifty seven I guess I’m middle
Aged and I know I’m out of shape
To go back in time to a younger day
Would be a great escape

I see children playing with energy
That never seems to drain
I thought to myself, if I could capture
That energy wouldn’t it be insane

Then I thought that’s probably
The same thing my elders thought
And then I said to myself boy
I’m glad that I didn’t get caught

My first rhyme becomes my last
In a sense becomes the outer chrome
You read the title and story and
Then I want to bring you home

(Sample-Old Ones first rhyme-Doldrums)—Then really it just becomes filler to get to the point
Where I get to Doldrums and Old Ones.) So here it is Incase you
Missed it the first time.

                  Old Ones

  I remember my youth and
The energy that was endlessly flowing
And today I feel that energy
Continually slowing

I remember my elders and
How they envied me
Wishing they could store
That energy for eternity

Now the years have passed me by
And I still feel the kid inside of me
But I have no clue just where
That energy might be

I know it’s lost in some
Kind of a galaxy void
Harnessed inside some
Kind of a robot droid

Or maybe it’s frozen in the
Space and time doldrums
Or maybe it was hijacked
By the old ones

(My poetry, My Brain
I get it I go,
Don’t ask me because
I don’t know)

Written By: Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/25/2020
All rights reserved

Anxiety is a game of mind control
Unfortunately the mind usually wins
But I am forced to play the game
And I hate anxiety

Written By: Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/25/2020
All rights reserved

KISS TIL I DIE

    I’ve just been destroyed by my father
In my room now with tears in my eyes
My head in my pillows
To muffle my cries

When I was through sobbing
I put the music of KISS on my stereo
It brought me out of my darkness
I keep them in my heart wherever I go

There was something about it
That kept me from suicide
I wear my T-Shirts proudly
My love for them I’ll never hide

No one knows what it’s like
What my past was for me
But I can honestly say that it
No longer exist, I am free

I may write about it as a testimony
To show the darkness I’ve been through
I wear my heart on my sleeve
And on my back and chest too

So you can put me down for
Liking KISS or at least try
You may say they **** but
For me it’s KISS TIL I DIE

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 11/06/2018
All rights reserved

Colossal

    Are we alone is the question
As we search the vastness of space
The curiosity and the wonder of life
In another galaxy but still no trace

Sometimes we wonder if this is it
Is there nothing more
We wonder about the meaning of life
What are we living for

As we get caught up in the day to day
Sometimes we forget to live
We sometimes get angry, we forget
We have love in our hearts to give

We lose our faith in a supreme being
Because it just seems unfathomable
How can this ancient story be true
But can it be so unimaginable

Can it be that we are like rebellious teens
And just refuse to be docile
Just because we cannot comprehend
Something so beautiful and colossal

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/23/2020
All rights reserved

Apocalyptic Sky

Time will come a day our
Earth will see its last
Chaos and confusion are norm,as
thoughts turn to days of past

Those whom never accepted
Thy gift of thy Christ
Whom never had faith nor
Could comprehend
his life he sacrificed

Will see his wonder and know
In death be unforgiven
And each heart like wood
Beneath the Axe be riven

And shortly it be realized
The decision of chosen path
And swiftly succumb  
to the Power of his wrath

The air be filled with sounds
Of humans cry
Beneath a dark, devilish
Apocalyptic sky

Written By:Charles Kean
Copy right 09/10/16
All rights reserved

I’ve Decided To Write A Book

I will write a book of short stories and
My poetry and it will be titled
(Heart Felt Flight)
Inspiration from my Hello Poetry Friends
Beautifully Broken—Scripted Silence—
Mark S—Mrs Timetable—Carlo C Gomez—
v V v—Perry—Thunderstorm—and I will add the rest of you as I write it. God Bless!!!

MONSTER

  In the darkness of the night
I’m shaking in fear
I was asleep in my bed but I have to ***
But a monster is very near

I know the monster is sleeping, I don’t
Dare wake him and feel his wrath
But the bathroom is down the hall
And I may cross his path

So in my bed I stir until it’s too late
Yep I’ve wet it and I have to face him anyway
But at least it won’t be in the darkness
Of night but in the light of the day

He seemed to be gentle but it was a charade
His blue eyes changed to Devil red
He was my father and he would beat me
But the scars came from the words he said

Though the beatings would put me within
Inches of my life from the blood I’d bleed
The mental beat downs would ultimately
Be what would plant the seed

I got caught up in self doubt and I
Began to take drugs and drink
Self destruction and suicide was
The only things that I could think

But Angeles were put before me
And changed my direction
But it took a long time for my heart
To accept and to be able to give affection

It hampered my life in so many ways
But somehow I was able to survive
I live a blessed life now and I am
So very happy to be alive

My fear ran deep but it didn’t come
From some imaginary ugly imposter
My father was an abusive alcoholic
He was my real life MONSTER

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/21/2020
All rights reserved
Dedicated to Carlo C Gomez

The Hills Of Winter

      As I drove the highway I couldn’t help
But notice the abandoned look
Like something Evil,a forest in a
Fairy tales story book

A transparency, or invisibility as I could
see through the trees as far as the eye sees
For all the trees were naked
Having lost all of their leaves

The landscape looked barren like it was
another planet from another galaxy
Oh though the hills still rolled as before
It just seemed so sad like a lost legacy

I felt as if an Evil Witch or Warlock
Or the Devil himself had cast a spell
Because looking across the vast wasteland
It resembled my visions of Hell

The gloom of the season with the darkness
As the clouds blocked out the Sun light
I had visions of an epic battle between
A magnificent Dragon and a Gallant Knight

But even with all of this it seemed
These hills had lost all of their splendor
Just my observation as I drove through
The hills of winter

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 2/16/2018
All rights reserved

Lost

   Lost in the world of the shadow
Lost in a place without a rainbow
Lost where darkness is as dark as it seems
Lost in a world without dreams

Lost even in a large crowd
Lost and just wanting to cry out loud
Lost in your own prison with no escape
Lost in an unfamiliar landscape

Lost with a feeling of no way out
Lost with an overwhelming sense of doubt
Lost in a never ending Labyrinth maze
Lost in a psychedelic purple haze

Lost In hopelessness and a different reality
Lost and hearing the wale of the banshee
Lost in a depression so very deep
Lost in no inspiration and no sleep

Lost with nothing left to give
Lost hold on to a reason to live
Lost, if so find yourself at all cost
Lost, you never wanna be lost

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/20/2020
All rights reserved

Beautifully Broken
                (Scripted Silence)

   She gave her love so willingly
She gave everything she had to give
She did everything to make his
Life, a life that he wanted to live

She was as patient as she could be
She gave him time to realize
But he took her love for granted
And he always seem to criticize

They seemed to always be fighting
Her eyes always filled with tears
She couldn’t go on anymore, she
Thought about all of the wasted years

One night while she was sleeping
He slipped out of the back door
Leaving behind just a note that read
Some day you’ll find what you’re looking for

But I guess I just don’t know how to
Give what you so desperately need
I cannot force what should come naturally
And my heart will forever bleed

She walked alone shuffling through
Each day with rarely a smile
Thinking love had passed her by
Missing what she had all the while

Then another came into her life
And gave her all he had to give
He did everything to make her
Life, a life she wanted to live

But often times words go unspoken
He realized she had been beautifully broken
He tries to understand her willing defiance
And live with her well rehearsed scripted silence

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/20/2020
All rights reserved
Dedicated to and for
Beautifully Broken & Scripted Silence

Weeping Willow
                 (Why do you weep)

   I see you standing there so impressive
So large and so strong
Next to a still pond in the meadow
You’ve been standing proud for so long

I see the boat tied to the dock
And the area for where children play
But the boat remains empty now
And the children have grown and gone away

So now your days are lonely
It’s just the boat and you
You both reminisce about the old days
But there’s nothing ever new

Sometimes the Sun shines
And sometimes there’s the occasional storm
But it’s always really just the same if you
Get cold you have memories to keep you warm

Do you stay and pray for a day when once
Again children’s laughter will reign
And the boat will float from the dock
And feel the sense of belonging regain

Oh weeping willow the stories you could
Tell and the secrets that you keep
I wish you could tell me everything and the
Reason weeping willow why do you weep

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/19/2020
All rights reserved

The Cross

The cross upon which
He died because of his
Endless love for mankind
Crucified for all to see and know
Reigning over the Devil and his
Oppression of darkness and hate
Sinners one and all can have
Salvation if they receive his gift

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 08/23/2018
All rights reserved
The first letter of each line
Also spells out the title.

Walking With The Dead

  In the darkness of the night
Beneath the pale moonlight
In the stillness there’s the unknown
Hear their groan their eerie moan

You think that it can’t be real
But in the warmth feel the chill
You realize your all alone
Unarmed, no gun, no knife nor stone

Your heart beats faster, you run
You begin to pray for the light of the Sun
You scream but there’s no sound
You see glowing eyes all around

You are surrounded by zombies
Your mind wants to fight but you freeze
Then strangely as you prepare to die
Something is weirdly awry

They get closer but they walk right by
Puzzled you wonder just why
You say to yourself that’s right I’m a badass
Then you see your reflection on a shard of glass

You realize you look like they do
It’s a nightmare, this can’t be true
Then your ear falls off of your head
Then you know you’re walking with the dead

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/18/2020
All rights reserved
Dedicated to all you Zombie
Walking dead lovers

Lately

   Lately I've come to a new
Kind of an understanding
I've noticed my universe
Is progressively expanding

Lately there's a change in
What my eyes are seeing
And there's a feeling my
Soul has been receiving

Lately life seems to be Something
that's worth living
I've got a heart that has
Love that's worth giving

Lately there's a voice my ears
Have been tuned to hear
And suddenly it seems
To be all to clear

Lately I've seen a new light
Shining brighter every day
And my darkness feels
A million miles away

Lately there's a message
Powerful but sedately
And the man that I am
Has changed as of lately

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 01/28/17
All rights reserved

My Wonderful Muse

      You’re always there in the light
You’re always there in the shadow
You’re always there in the storm
You’re always there in the rainbow

I’m not worthy of your presence
I’m not worthy of your inspiration
I’m not worthy of your intellect
I’m not worthy of your declaration

You always know what to say
You come through in a pinch
You always figure it out
You are my winch

I fall short of your glory
I am weak with my appliance
I am embarrassed to admit
I am addicted in my reliance

You are always here for me
You protect me from the Devil’s ruse
You will never know what you do for me
You are my wonderful muse

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 01/04/2020
All rights reserved

My Wife’s Affair

  Well the word is out about my
Mistress and my mistress #2
I was afraid of this and so now
I’m feeling sad and blue

My wife has a lover on the side as well
And she does it right in front of me
This is getting out of hand and almost
After 36 years of marriage how can this be

She holds her man more than me
He helps her with puzzles and a word game
He has the same interest and loves Pinterest
And now nothing is the same

I have to force myself between them
Just to get a glimpse and a kiss
I only have myself to blame for my
Mistakes of selfish bliss

Plus I introduced them and now it’s
Something I regret for he is a lucky lad
She even takes him to bed with her and I
Hate her skinny lover boy I-Pad

Sometimes things just happen
Even to the best loving pair
I have my music and my GPS, she’s
Got her I-Pad and that’s my wife’s affair

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/17/2020
All rights reserved

My Mistress #2

     I’m guilty as charged but I
Really just can’t live without her
But I never have to buy her diamonds
And I don’t have to buy any fur

She’s with me every day as I drive
But we’ve never taken a walk
Sometimes she is annoying
But I love to hear her talk

She tells me what to do
When I turn her on
She tells me where to go
And then I’m gone

She is a persistent one but
Sometimes I still ignore
Sometimes she makes me feel
Like I wanna kick her out the door

But she’s saved my life more than once
And I love her so very much
We’ve got a great relationship
Though I’ve never felt her touch

She’s my obsession my GPS
Something I cannot subdue
My Global Positioning System
Is my mistress #2

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/16/2020
All rights reserved

Proof Of Existence

      I’m am not here to preach
And I cannot tell you what to believe
But I feel like I must reveal what I
Experience, observe or perceive

I can talk about the planet’s, stars
And about things I know myself
And how nothing in nature
Is selfish, nothing is here for itself

I can talk about the miracles of
Babies and things
Like caterpillars and how they turn
Into butterflies and get their wings

But if you don’t believe in God
You don’t believe in the Devil
And nothing I say matters anyway
So what’s the harm in my revel

So here’s the thing I wanna mention
Maybe it’ll give ya something think about
Good and evil exists at the same time
And maybe I can erase your doubt

I was born a Buckeye and my heart is
Broken hearing the recent news
If you haven’t heard two Buckeyes are
In trouble for a moment of confuse

You see God gave them talent and showed
Them a wonderful life and his way
The Devil gave them a beautiful girl
And it was the temptation that would sway

She was uncomfortable and said no
She was ***** for they had no self resistance
The Devil smiled and God cried and to
Me this is just another proof of existence

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/15/2020
All rights reserved

KISS-K-I-S-S
        Definition-(Keep It Simple Stupid)

Whispers in the wind, shadows glistening
Enchanted silo-wets naked together
In a longing embrace on a majestic cloud.
The universe to your beauty
Is why the weeping willow weeps
As the wind blows, hear nature speak.
The epitome of what is meant to be,
A stream in the meadow, a birds song,
A soft butterfly caress, a good witches spell
Never to be broken. Voices carry a love song everlasting with words that linger
All thrown together, never understood
And make no sense but because they are beautiful it seems they were written by a genius. Though I could write them if I tried I Simply just like to leave you with a KISS

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/12/2020
All rights reserved
Inspiration from Mark S
Dedicated to Mark S

The Man Without A Shadow

    Now we’ve all got stories to tell
And I like to tell mine from time to time
But when I tell them
I tell them in my simple rhyme

Now we’ve all had loves that have
Left our worlds torn apart
What we thought was forever love
And we were left with a broken heart

This is a story about a man that I know
Who rolled the dice and played the game
But he lost it all, yes everything
And he will never, ever be the same

You see when he first saw her
He couldn’t help but be starry-eyed
But he should have known
She would never be satisfied

Now things aren’t always sunshine and roses
But that’s how she wanted it to be
He gave her his love, even though
The warning signs were plain to see

She left him one stormy night
As lightning was flashing across the sky
He pleaded with her not to go
As they both began to cry

Now a darkness follows him
As his heart is filled with pain
Doomed to walk forever
In this never ending rain

But with no sunshine
There’s never gonna be a rainbow
With no light shining through, he’ll
Forever be the man without a shadow

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/11/2020
All rights reserved
Inspiration from Mark S
Dedicated to Mark S

Rose in the fire song version of
All that remains are the thorns


                      Rose In The Fire

We had a love
We had a love so strong
Where did we
Where did we go so wrong

You use to smile
You use to smile so bright
It use to feel
It use to feel so right

(C) Now our love,Is like a rose in the fire
I feel like I’ve got a bull by the horns
When you throw a rose into a fire
All that remains are the thorns

I wish you
I wish you were still my only one
But I can see
I can see those days are gone

I think we
I think we both know
It’s time to
It’s time to just let it go

(C) Now our love,is like a rose in the fire
I feel like I’ve got a bull by the horns
When you throw a rose into a fire
All that remains are the thorns

(Music Interlude—Solo)

(B) Now as the smoke Clears from the sky
I’ve wiped the tears from my eye
It’s time to move on to a better day
We took our best years
And we threw them away

(Cx2) Rock out with the following x3

Rose in the fire,rose in the fire
Will we ever learn
Rose in the fire,rose in the fire
Just watch it burn

(End in music)

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 09/10/2013
All rights reserved

Pink Or Blue

     I’m confused, New momma to be
She must be too
Because now the answer isn’t so clear
The question pink or blue

Do you know if it is a girl or a boy
Maybe it’s something in between
Sometimes the answer comes later
In life and is yet to be seen

Now I’m not here to judge
It’s just something that boggles my mind
To approach an obvious man
And really it’s a woman I find

Just something to think about
We may need to re think how they are raised
****** dolls, ***** Monster trucks
No time outs, bad,whoppings, good, praised

This has nothing to do with feminism
Or anything to do with Misogyny
We should just be what we are
And it should be more predicatively

We can be whatever we’re going to be
All I am really saying is hark, hark
******, ***** not what’s in the head
A restroom door shouldn’t have a question mark

I am not trying to be mean or racist
But there was a time when we knew
Now I don’t even know how to speak to
Someone not knowing pink or blue

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/10/2020
All rights reserved
I know that this can be controversial
But I am really not trying to be mean
I am a 57 year old man and growing up
In my day, boys got treated like boys
And girls got treated like princesses
And everyone knew if you were a girl
Or a boy. Even if you had yourself a
Tom boy you still knew that it was a girl.
God Bless!!!

High

     I was a troubled teenager,
I think most of us are at that age
So I’m not gonna try to say mine
Was worse and put myself on a stage

I’ve never mentioned this before
But within our poetry we share
We release what’s locked up inside
And it’s our inner soul we bare

So here’s a story that I’ve never told
One that haunts me to this day
There was a single mother I befriended
And I became her prey

She was in her twenties and I was fourteen
She was my real life (Maggie May)
I didn’t know it was wrong
It felt alright and I thought it was okay

She liked to dull her pain with wine
And Marijuana and there was me
We would spend time together on Saturday’s
Getting high and having *** if I would agree

She had an infant baby girl
And one Sunday early morning
Tragedy would suddenly strike
As it came without a warning

We were feeling good at around one
I’m gonna bathe the baby she said
We should all get some sleep so off
They went and I fell asleep on her bed

As the clock was about at three
I thought I was having a dream
I heard a screeching cry and waking
Me I quickly realized it’s a woman’s scream

As she was bathing her baby
That’s when things went awry
She fell asleep too the baby drowned
And died because we were high

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/09/2020
All rights reserved
This is a true story.

A Whisper In The Wind

Sitting on my deck as night begins to fall
Thinking of a time I thought would never end
And in a sense it still exist
For now it’s a whisper in the wind

A monsters attack in the middle of the night
A child in fear unable to defend
Without warning it sometimes returns
For now it’s a whisper in the wind

A beautiful girl, young loves first kiss
Time separated, love letters I didn’t send
Hope she can still read them
As they are now a whisper in the wind

The sounds of us as children at play
And the promise of a forever friend
Though long ago it’s not forgotten
But now it’s just a whisper in the wind

A mother’s love, and watching her die
Her last breath, her soul ascend
She’s still with me, her love is a comfort
Now as a whisper in the wind

Time has flown so quickly
And it’s hard for me to comprehend
All the faces and voices still echo as
Everything still lives as a whisper in the wind

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/07/2020
All rights reserved

Fragile

         Love is so hard to find
Love is so easy to lose
Love can be so blind
Love can bring the blues

We take the risk and we leap
We give ourselves as we fall
We are cautious and secrets we keep
We can’t reveal it all

Time has left us weary
Time saddens the soul
Time has left us leery
Time has a way to take its toll

Love is what we all desire
Love can steal our heart
Love can light our fire
Love can tear us apart

We know what it is to be broken and lost
Yet our mind fails to be agile
It is reckless with the ultimate cost
For the heart can be so fragile

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/07/2020
All rights reserved

The Master And Me

      It’s a miracle that I am still alive
Fighting against all odds and the Masters jive
My bracket is dead but I still breathe
As we come to the end the battle continues to seethe

With every ounce of myself I will give
As the Master must die for all to live
I’ll apologize now if I should fail
I’ll take this fight to the darkest debts of Hell

I understand that I am not wise
I have never tried to deceive with a disguise
I am battle tested and battle weary
I fight without a formula or scientific theory

There is no way to have a full proof battle plan
You just have to stand toe to toe,man to man
Find the heart to rise higher and higher
And fight Fire with Fire

I know that all of my warriors have died
I’ve grieved and I’ve cried
Their lives lost,in vain I vow this not to be
As we fight on it’s down to just the Master and Me

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 04/08/2019
All rights reserved
Basketball Bracket battle last year
Against one who calls himself Master
Because he has won so many times
I was the victor in the end!!!

All That Remains Are The Thorns

     We had a love,
We had a love so strong
So where did we,
Where did we go so wrong

You use to smile,
You use to smile so bright
It use to feel,
It use to feel so right

I wish you,
I wish you were still my only one
But I can see,
I can see those days are gone

I think we,
I think we both know
It’s time to,
It’s time to just let it go

Now as the smoke clears from the sky
I’ve wiped the last tears from my eye
It’s time to move on to a better day
We took our best years
And we threw them away

Now our love is like a rose in the fire
I feel like I’ve got a bull by the horns
When you throw a rose into a fire
All that remains are the thorns

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/06/2020
All rights reserved
This is another song that I wrote
Original title (Rose In The Fire)
Re-Arranged to make this poem

I Remember You

     With every gentle misty rain
With every slightest pinch of pain
With each time I feel strange
With the ultimate winds of change

As each note weaves in and out of time
As each word searches for a remembered rhyme
As each lack of air makes me yawn
As each night receives its dawn

When every butterfly gets its wings
When every bird in the morning sings
When every time I stumble and blunder
When every Lightning is followed by thunder

With every mistake that I make
With every breath that I take
With every child I see at play
With every second that ticks away

As each memory I smile from ear to ear
As each time I shiver in fear
As each sky turns cold and grey
As each time it’s a bright sunny day

When I find myself alone
When I’m being dragged down by the stone
When your comfort comes shining through
I remember you

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/06/2020
All rights reserved
In memory of my mother
Passed away 1991

When Darkness Wins

     When you get lost in darkness
And hopelessness and doubt
When you feel there is nowhere to turn
And there’s no way out

When you feel worthless and you turn
To drugs or alcohol to ease your pain
You’ve lost everything and your dreams
Are washed away in a never ending rain

And suicide becomes the answer
And your own life you take
That’s when your loved ones get
Swallowed in darknesses wake

They loved you and tried to help
But you closed all the doors
And now your pain has been planted
In them like millions of spores

Your death left your soul
Unforgiven of your sins
emptiness devours the ones left behind
And that’s when darkness wins

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 07/06/2018
All rights reserved
Suicide doesn’t take away the pain
It just transfers it to someone else
Don’t let Darkness win!!!

My Beautiful Forever Valentine

     When I first saw your face
I knew you were my saving grace
My world was instantly a better place
I was no longer just a wonderer in time & space

A purpose was bestowed upon me
A reason to live a life that was meant to be
A life beyond the dream or a fantasy
But a life of our own wonderful odyssey

I never pictured myself in this way
I always thought I’d live an endless lonely day
Even when I get evil your heart will not stray
Your love is planted firm to stay

You love me though I be awkward and strange
Even still as my evolution is slow to change
It’s a bond with a unique interchange
With an endearing kind of exchange

Sometimes I feel like worthless slime
And stealing your love is a crime
I am so blessed that you are mine
My beautiful forever valentine

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/05/2020
All rights reserved
Love Chuck ❤️❤️❤️💕💕💕
For my wife, just wanted to share:

Mickey Gene

I am a KISS fan,some say I’m obsessed
But I say that this is really not true
With all of the evidence stacked against me
I don’t know what to say to convince you

Yes I have the CD’S and the Videos
I have a KISS bathroom as well
When I listen to them on my stereo
I turn it up and it puts my wife through hell

When I was 13 I heard Alive for the first time
I confess that I was instantly in love
If you put KISS down in front of me
A push may quickly become a shove

I go see them in concert when I can
No matter if it’s near or far
But an obsession is twenty four seven
And that’s not how I are

Because I love other rock & roll
And things about space and sports
And taking long drives and poetry
And Mickey Mouse and things of all sorts

I do have a plethora of KISS shirts I wear
So in a sense I can see what people mean
Because I even have one that I love
And that’s my Mickey Gene

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 10/28/2018
All rights reserved
It’s a shirt with Mickey Mouse
With Gene Simmons makeup

Apocalyptic Sky

Time will come a day our
Earth will see its last
Chaos and confusion are norm,as
thoughts turn to days of past

Those whom never accepted
Thy gift of thy Christ
Whom never had faith nor
Could comprehend
his life he sacrificed

Will see his wonder and know
In death be unforgiven
And each heart like wood
Beneath the Axe be riven

And shortly it be realized
The decision of chosen path
And swiftly succumb  
to the Power of his wrath

The air be filled with sounds
Of humans cry
Beneath a dark, devilish
Apocalyptic sky

Written By:Charles Kean
Copy right 09/10/16
All rights reserved

Thunderstorm

  We’ve been avoiding each other
Trying not to collide
But there’s only so many
Places we can hide

Why does it always
Have to be this way
It’s like we’re walking on
Broken glass every day

I come home to you
I don’t know what to say
I get this feeling that it’s
Just a game you play

Like a typical spring day
The cold clashing with the warm
The clouds are moving in
I think it’s gonna storm

It’s like a thunderstorm when we fight
You’re like lightning when you strike
With your burn coming as quick as
A flash of light
And I’m like thunder when I come down
I can smash you you as I stand my ground
And our love shakes apart
As we break each other’s heart
In the wrath of a thunderstorm

Now with all the wind and rain
We’ve suffered too much damage and pain
Left alone to pick up the pieces that’s
Left from the thunderstorm

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/03/2020
All rights reserved
This is a song that I wrote but
Rearranged it to make it a poem.

The Edge

      You may have a heart in pain
Standing on the edge
Your crying tears of a never ending rain
Standing on the edge

You feel there’s no words left to be spoken
Standing on the edge
Your Heart is completely broken
Standing on the edge

You feel empty of the love you’ve been giving
Standing on the edge
You may feel life isn’t worth living
Standing on the edge

You may want to take your last breath
Standing on the edge
You may think the answer is death
Standing on the edge

But there’s something I know first hand
Standing on the edge
Your a heart beat away from something grand
And your standing on the edge

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/03/2020
All rights reserved
I was on the edge of Suicide but if I would’ve taken that leap, I would have
Never known the wonderful life I
Am living today!!! Give your pain to
Jesus and don’t give up!!! You never know
You can be a heart beat away from that
Life worth living. God Bless!!!

One Bad Apple 🍎

       Take yourself self away to
The garden of Eden, with Adam and Eve
And from the very beginning you can
See the Devil had something up his sleeve

The serpent whispered in the ear of Eve
And persuaded her to eat the forbidden fruit
It was so much temptation she couldn’t refuse
But that fruit was rotten well beyond the root

She became aware of all of the universe
And convinced Adam to do the same
The Devil was smiling so evil for he knew
This was just the beginning of his game

Now you are back to modern day and
And see the evil that’s all around
It’s so bad that you can almost feel
The heat from beneath the ground

The Devil so great at his deception
Putting himself in positions of prestige
As priest taking advantage of children
And now it seems we are being besieged

As the battle rages between the dark & light
We must recognize and avoid the shrapnel
But in looking back now to that day
That sure was one bad apple 🍎

Written By: Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/01/2020
All rights reserved
Far from my best but in
My defense, I started writing
And got pulled away and I
Couldn’t get it back.

My Mistress

    I have a secret that I need to tell
Whenever I’m down and blue
There’s always someone that
I can count on to pull me through

She’s a lady but like no other
Lady you’ve ever known
Yet every time we’re together
I’m still very much alone

She can take me by the hand
And go with my flow
But she has the power to take
Me wherever she wants to go

If I’m sad she can leave me there
She can comfort me while I cry
But if she wants, she can pick me up
And together we can fly

She can be hard and heavy and loud
Or she can be soft and light and low
She has a way to make me smile
And sometimes even glow

So if you don’t know by now
Let me openly confess
My lady, my beautiful lady is music
Yes music is my mistress

Written By: Charles Kean
Copyright © 01/31/2020
All rights reserved

SPACE TIME CONTINUUM

   Space and time exists together simultaneously
At least that's the theory.
When I think about it of
course my brain gets overloaded But having
said that it would seem that there would be no such thing as time travel so to speak.To me we are living in the past,present and future all at the same time somewhere in space or you could probably turn that around and say that there is no such thing as space travel for we are all in space somewhere in time. Space being three dimensional and time being one dimensional therefore we live in a four dimensional world of space and time. Everything we did yesterday and today and what we will do tomorrow is actually happening at the same time somewhere in space or in the same space somewhere in time. Having said that it would seem it is an eternal existence and could explain a lot of
Deja Vu. The past never being gone and tomorrow never really in our future it is said live for today. Yet we are born we live we age we die or do we. Somewhere in space we may not be born yet and somewhere in space we have already died. I don't know somewhere in time we exist in all of space so the aliens we are looking for could be ourselves. Just in another time, Give that some thought I have a headache.

My Soul

My soul waits more than the tired
Wait for the night so they may sleep
More than a child waits
To tell a secret they just can’t keep

More than a commuter
Waits for the morning train
More than a flower waits
For a gentle spring rain

More than a mother
Waits for the apgar score
More than the waves wait
To reach the shore

More than a fisherman waits
To fish with his new rod and reel
More than a spider waits
For its next meal

More than a band waits
To Rock & Roll
More than the watchmen wait
For the morning, for the Lord
Waits my soul

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 01/30/2020
All rights reserved
Actually written in 2019
But I accidentally deleted it and
Had to have a friend re send it
To me and her copy didn’t have the
Date so since I had to rewrite it from
A picture, I just put today’s date on it.

She

        She is the smile upon my face
She is my wonderful dream in the night
She is my thoughts through the day
She is my only delight

She is my calm and my reasoning
She is what keeps me from going insane
She is my bright Sunshine
She is my umbrella from the rain

She is the reason that I wake up
She is the tingling in my spine
She is my heart beat
She is everything so divine

She is my happiness
She is the best part of me
She is my forever
She is my Kings decree

She is my prayer answered
She is my Angel,a gift from above
She is everything that I see
She is my only love

She is my Everything
She is my life
She is my Cynthia
She is my wife

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 4/18/2018
All rights reserved
Love you baby!!!

Shattered Rose

   As a young girl she dreamed about
Marrying a Prince in a fairytale life
And being a Princess and being so
Happy just being the Princess wife

As she grew, she learned the realities
Of life but a girl can still dream
So she would hide away in her room
And imagine lying next to a crystal blue stream

She would be there next to her Prince
On a bright Sunny day
Laughing as they enjoyed their time
Watching the dog and butterflies play

Time passed and love would come and go
The mirror would show she was older
Her heart never felt that kind of love
So it just grew so much colder

Her perception of life was false
She couldn’t handle reality
She withered her life away
Waiting for her fantasy

She lived in the comfort of her room
With the Moon & Stars and shadows
She died alone with her heart in pieces
On the floor like a Shattered Rose

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 01/30/2020
All rights reserved

Worn Out My Welcome

   I was welcomed with open arms
I zealously showed all of my charms
Now it seems interest is lost
Or have I been blocked by not paying the cost

Did everyone take a vacation leave
Do I need more tricks from my sleeve
Did I do something wrong
Have I stayed too long

I tried to be just as polite
I tried to do everything right
Am I just being dumb
Or have I worn out my welcome

Written:By Charles Kean
Copyright 01/29/2020
All rights reserved

Scripted Silence
    
    The alarm sounds in the morning
As they wake they kiss
He thinks to himself what did
I do to deserve such bliss

But she’s been broken and love
Is something she just can’t trust
She’s guarded her heart from Cupid’s arrow
With a bulletproof vest, leaving it to rust

He is innocent and not the reason she’s
Hardened and cold
And he is usually unprepared for
When her feelings become uncontrolled

Like a train in the night that gets derailed
He’s done something that reminds her
And soon her wrath comes crashing down
As she’s let it bubble and stir

At first he tries to defend himself
And he circumbs to just apologize
He doesn’t know what to do
As the tears flow from her eyes

She separates herself behind a
Closed door and there’s no more sound
He has a loss of words as well but
He realizes his love is profound

And if love is to prevail he must prove it
And become comfortable with her defiance
Though he may never erase the reason
For her scripted silence

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 01/29/2020
All rights reserved

Naked

  As I type I assure you that I am
In a complete state of dress
Sometimes I am romantic and
Sometimes dark and other times a mess

Sometimes I am silly and other
Times I can be inspirational
Sometimes I cannot believe it
When someone writes that I am sensational

But each time know that you are
Getting pieces of my multiple personalities
And you read words of my fantasies
And of my all too real realities

I function outside in the world each day
But I live inside of my mind
Words usually come easy but difficulty
Is something that I occasionally find

But with each poem I write whether it
Be of passion or love or of being jaded
It’s as if I am baring myself
And therefore I feel naked

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 01/28/2020
All rights reserved

The Graveyards Gate

    I stand here not wanting to cross
The threshold into the land of the dead
But I force myself to do it from time to
Time even though it’s something I dread

We’ve lost so many and I come to visit
Unsure if they know
And I wonder how long I should stay
Before I decide to go

I think about myself among the living
Walking and talking in their space
And if they can do the same in ours
Or if they are restricted in this place

In my heart I know there’s a heaven above
But I’m not sure if they all made it there
I wonder if they know the love in my heart
Or if they are completely unaware

It’s the hardest thing that I do because
It means I have to face that they’re gone
I have to re cry tears I cried when I said goodbye
And again I have force myself to move on

It’s so hard to re visit the pain of the loss
So forgive me as I hesitate
And it chills me to know that one day
I will permanently cross the graveyards gate

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 01/28/2020
All rights reserved

Native American Way

      Out in the wilderness at peace
With the Miakoda and the Tadewi
The Omaha words for Power of the Moon
And wind, this is the life for me

The sky was not littered with Skyscrapers
The rivers were not littered with waste
The Buffalo were many and brotherhood
Was alive but its all been erased

The white man came and now the Buffalo
And the Native man is all but extinct
Only by my ancestry blood line
Am I distantly and slightly linked

Today we are un respectful of the land
We take and take and destroy
Soon the wilderness will be gone as well
And there will be nothing left to enjoy

Everyone seems to carelessly litter
Without even blinking an eye
But when the drinking water is poison
They don’t understand why

Sometimes I wish I could travel back
In time before the white man invasion
Where a man could be at one with nature
Where I visualize a much better nation

I let my mind take me away to a time
Long ago and far, far away,
So peaceful you can hear the winds whisper
Back to the Native American Way

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 01/28/2020
All rights reserved