Thursday, September 12, 2019

Hem of His Garment…

She gently held me still a moment,
knowing my need to listen so closely.
At first I’d thought no, but later I understood.
I had pushed too hard, misunderstanding.

Then I remembered Josh Garrels’ “Revelator.
And I understood her devotion’s great depth.
“If I could just touch the hem of His garment.”
spoken in earnest, knowing faith would answer.

Time for the teacher to listen to his student,
whose heart learned well, enough to face me
in clear depth of her love’s origin I knew not.
Though disappointed in dismay & disapproval,

Her heart had always been in the right place,
waiting her turn to sway mine unto her own.
An untold grace, unexpected, stood me still
before her, in tears, finally understanding.

Lesson well-taught, well-learned of her
bringing water of restoration and joy.
I befeel her heart lept beyond my own,
though I launched myself into the Universe

farther than any unto utter loneness.
In the deep quiet there, I reached out
and first found her with the same
love for truth and nothing less,

which sealed our friendship in faith
before Him in devotion of worship only
He could bring in revelation’s depth unto
two hearts so close, though so far between.

2:21amEDST (UT/GMT -4) 9/12/2019
     I’m glad I listened.

Monday, February 4, 2019

No one…

No one can trifle my countenance,
myself included, not in presence.
Sad they cannot apprehend long
tracks of creases all across.

One who may, only finds pain,
pain of many days, languishing,
“friends” gone, family blind,
blind of who I am…, unknown.

A glance back the long road,
I see nothing else to know,
save desolation of the lost,
all in their last anguishes.

I’ve done all I could,
no one paid any mind,
though I held treasure,
great treasure unknown.

It was a trifle to them,
with no idea of Eternity
and its reflection through
and through…, undeniable.

This great sadness, though,
will not follow me “there,”
for it simply can not.
So, will I walk into light,

Never seen of them again,
not even dust left of them
who would not…, be known
in truth of the Eternal. - •selah•

11:13pmEST (UT/GMT -5) 2/3/2019

     Will you ever listen?+

Tuesday, January 22, 2019

You NEVER looked…

A sad, old man, I am…, still…, in that quiet place
I found when I was just nine…, quiet, undisturbed
in my pursuit of truth, undeterred…, by ANY one.
My path not one I’ve known ever took…, for truth.

For sake of truth alone, I deeply pursued its limits,
its essence, not just facts or where else they led.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained, but in great pain…
At last, all found which was lost…, never sought.

No, you cannot end my sadness, for you never loved truth,
not this much, this much as I have, so keenly focused
that no one could deter me in what I knew I could find,
but only deep within, nowhere else to look, but found.

Still I pursue nuance of truth, beyond grasp of many,
and revelations continue unabated…, and gladly…

Where do you find yourself in this world’s chaotic morass,
seeing nothing otherwise found only within…, so utterly blind?
Your desitution, your misunderstood isolation, only draws death,
death you’ll never be ready for, always dismissing its imperative.

When it’s all finished, no one will seek after you, for NO ONE
will know you ever existed…, with all your hopes & desires.
I only wish I could help, but you will have none of it,
myself having tried too many times…, you only abeying.

Sad the world is all there is to you, though was never to me. - •selah•

7:25pmEST (UT/GMT -5) 1/19/2019

     Will you hear the message?+

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Just one small glimmer…

     Will you listen…, just a little while?

Too shallow for the depths, she folded in grip of fear.
Nothing I could do…, her fear unexpected…, I stood back
as she withdrew into the blackness…, unlike the deep.

And so go many young…, sans nurture…, into the abyss,
oblivious…, for no one told them of the great light beyond.
And so they go…, lost…, unreachable…, out of sight.

So much I could have done for them, but alas…,
many of evil take hateful toll…, unwelcome,
unwelcome by the shores of the river Styx.

Still, there are many others I can help,
if they don’t discount the depths, yes,
the ones that are reachable…, real.

Somehow they think it is all fantasy,
so its deeper reality is lost to them.
If I could show them just one brief glimpse,

just one, I know I could help them. - •wan sigh•

--RK, 11:52pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 3/7/2016
     There’s so much I could tell you…, so listen
     a while for your deep home…, from within.+

Thursday, March 3, 2016

I have my own time machine…,

     “Something…, calls to me. - I’ve got to find out why.”

…and you know what? - It really works rather well.
All I have to do is sit in my imagination’s chair, but
I don’t allow it to do the work. - It’s my trampoline.
It doesn’t like being used to open doors it cannot.

You see, that’s the trick, if you understand it.
That’s right, I’ve been here a very long time and
I’ve learned how to shut it up and use it as a tool.
It works quite wonderfully actually…, and then,

then there’s drift. - Using billiard “English,”
there are many different things you can do,
but we won’t go there, because far more vital
issues await in dire need to be addressed.

Time is important, but its subjective perception
can be manipulated, though not time itself. - So,
if you see what I mean, from “there” I could find
my next step…, with all the time I needed.

It’s not that I was way ahead of you, but that you
were far behind “when” you couldn’t catch up.
It’s okay, I won’t take advantage of ignorance, rather
of knowledge you never wanted to pursue…, uncaring.

You never reached for time’s “finish line,”+ all
your own doing, leaving me far ahead…, alone.
But I’m in good company of angels who are quite
unencumbered with time…, for they work beyond it.

I know this…, for I climb their same ladder.+ - •selah•

--RK, 1:26amEST (UT/GMT -5), 3/3/2016
     “Something… calls to me…, the trees are drawing me near…,
       …now I’m on my way.”+

Monday, February 29, 2016

Are you listening…

     …really listening to the softest of  “sounds”
     only the few can hear…, from deep within?

I can only hope…, for all else is falsehood & worse.
I hope you understand the world’s “news” is all a lie.
If you assign the world any veracity at all…, you’re lost.
Step back…, take another, deeper look…, to see the lies.

They’re lying far worse than you can believe.
We’re all near history’s last precipice, its worst time.
I may or may not be here then…, but some of you will.
I offer hope for you to endure…, for it won’t last long.

So stand back…, from within…, understanding that faith
answers faith…, doubt cast aside long ago…, forgotten.
If you’re on the path now from deep within toward truth,
don’t you slow down! - It’s nearer than you believe!

Yes…, the fulfillment of all things…, in final apocalypse
soon to pass before us…, in wonder…, just before time’s end.
Yes, time’s long spell will not last & many will not
be able to pass beyond the wall at its close…, soon now.

Just be sure you’re ready…, for very few will be. - •selah•

--RK, 10:44pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 2/28/2015
     I hope you’re closely watching recent events,
     listening even
more closely otherwise, from deep within.
     Ask yourself how it is I know these things.

Saturday, February 27, 2016

Don’t tell the secrets…,

     …not the ones everyone already knows.

So, what to do now? - The word’s out, but no one’s listening.
“Have you heard,” as the Moody Blues asked? - I don’t see it.
This being true means many, many are terribly lost…, abandoned.
Our dire need for truth left many behind, for they were made late.

And who made them late, but those who programmed them,
yes, programmed them against truth they desperately needed.
So tell the real truth…, every secret to free them all.
Otherwise evil will rise to vanquish all unto darkness.

So…, one at a time I’ve worked to help seekers,
since 1971, to look deep within, the only “place”
“where” truth can be found. - This I do know.
What do you know? - Have you sought unto knowing?

I think not, for all I’ve seen is desperation otherwise. - •selah•

--RK, 10:57pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 2/27/2016
     Seek unto awakening…, or acquiesce unto destruction.+

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

At home in the surreal…

     Phantasmagorical it may seem, though real nevertheless.
     Nothing new here to me…, except for you, so…

…at home in this surreal, I find comfort, knowing,
yes…, truly understanding its “unreality” to others,
others who have no ken of such things…, babes.
Ancient…, nothing new under the sun to me.

Follow along, catch up…, for there is much here,
so much here to discover…, to learn, to leap from,
to leap high, deep within, the only “place” to go,
only finding rabbit trails elsewhere…, to nowhere.

Seek after the joy of deep discovery that I have…, unleashed.
See its embedded quintessential+ wisdom the world cannot know.
Understand you may be unaccompanied here…, though not alone.
Relax…, compose yourself in comfort, in peace unrealized…, for release.

Find yourself at home…, a place you’ve yet to be. - •selah•

--RK, 10:44pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 2/24/2016
     Come home to the surreal, beyond “reality.”+

Monday, February 22, 2016

What meaneth these things?

     Contrived, or is it real?

What meaneth these things? - Is art contrivance?
Some are real, but what’s between the furtive images?
I lose myself inbetween where meaning is found,
unspoken in the art, the music…, the surreal.

If you search not meaning in art’s presence,
you miss its entire message…, even if you
recognize seemingly fleet images of the surreal.
If you look not deeper…, then do not look,

for it is pearls before swine…, turn away. - •selah•

--RK, 7:29pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 2/22/2016
     What say you…, you who search not the depths?
     Its deep mystery is forever lost to you,
     for in its enigma…, you are not found.

Thursday, February 18, 2016

Pursuit of the Confessor

     Leaving all behind…
     “I arose in time of trouble and suffering,” seeking evil’s vanquish.

You think they don’t pursue me? - Oh, but they do.
They have no idea just how far behind they are.
In their sights I did not hide…, way beyond.
In flank against them, they were bewildered.

Of a sudden I was out of distant sight.
Past the barrier, I was home…, not them.
Encamped…, they had nothing to plan from.
Meanwhile I moved on…, far beyond their ken.

Here to take your confession…, I am not your priest,
but I am the seeker in your pursuit against truth.
Hate has no reason…, we know this. — Why don’t you?
We know why…, for all you have is rebellion,

your most cherished lying possession against you.
Still you pursue against the barrier…, the one,
yes…, the one you know you cannot cross.
I know you cannot…, not with hate.

And so we fade in the distance…, never looking back.
The rest of my story I cannot speak of.
My nails are dirty…, but what did I do wrong?
I know of the counted shadows… - •selah•

--RK, 10:13pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 2/17/2016
     You have your answer, the very one
     I can only ever speak of.+

Sunday, February 14, 2016

2nd Quarter 2016 NEOs

Click for Three-Column Format. ♦ Updated Daily!

--RK, 9:05amEST, 2/14/2016 - See Also: The Whole Cloud of Asteroids Around Us!
     Check it out & see just how close they’re buzzing by us, eh?+

Thursday, February 11, 2016

Time to step up, Part 1

  Live audio recording from Camp Finicum. - Hang on & listen close!

--RK, 1:45amEST (UT/GMT -5), 2/11/2016
  Thanks very much to Gavin Seim.+
    [Click for Original 4¾-Hour Audio File Here.]

Monday, February 8, 2016

Beyond the veil

     “It’s just gonna’ be you and yourself…,” alone…, this side of within.

I’ve been beyond the veil most will never see or know.
So…, word up…, it’s there…, check it out…, it’s close,
very close…, within you…, nowhere else…
Don’t let the world distract or “opinion” you.

They don’t want you to see it…, but it’s there.
Of that there’s no doubt, but find your own, yes,
your own doubt of a world who thinks to deny, yes,
deny your access to truth within they’ll never seek.

Don’t let them do it, strike them out…, go within,
the only “place” one can find everything of truth,
because it’s not “out there” anywhere…, I promise you.
I know because I live here, within…, in somber peace.

Learn to recognize the world’s verbal violence,
violence against truth they don’t want to know.
Sadly, they never will, rejecting obvious reality,
reality they can touch, hear & see. ♦ So what’s truth?

Yes, so then what is truth to them if reality is
debatable? - There is truth far beyond “reality”
they will never seek that I know you always do.
Don’t stop now, or ever…, because you know, yes,

you will find it, because there’s simply nothing else.
The world can never “tell the truth” when they know
nothing of it, not from what I’ve found within,
from deep within they’ll never admit is real.

I’ve seen what is real far beyond “here…,” far beyond
and more real than their hate will ever look for.
A sad testimony of them…, one they even admire.
Truly lost they are, nothing you can do…, so

don’t even try. - They’ll never see the veil, yes,
the veil their own hate sadly hides from them.
That’s right, I see them in ultimate desolation,
desolation they’ll never see right next to them.

Prepare, if you can…, for their existence soon to end. - •selah•

--RK, 12:24amEST (UT/GMT -5), 2/8/2016
     That's right, for them it's all about hate.+

Friday, January 29, 2016

For LaVoy Finicum • Look him in the eye…

  [Linked music video with lyrics, Revolution, by Diplo, for those who mourn.]

        To those who murdered Robert LaVoy Finicum:

Don’t make me break your heart, ’cause I will.
You won’t like it…, and it won’t take much.
You knew the murder, your own…, him innocent.
You only freed him…, and locked yourself in.

Don’t make me break your heart, ’cause I will.
You condemned yourself…, while he went free,
free unto sleep of death…, restoration next.
Not for you but unto the second death’s finality,

overthrown, your existence ended, unremembered.
Don’t make me break your heart, ’cause I will.
You know I can. ♦ It won’t take much, and
I can look you in the eye, in peace, no regret.

Don’t make me break your heart, ’cause I will.
Can you look me in the eye, in peace, no regret?
You backed yourself into guilt’s anguished corner.
The coroner will calmly stamp it murder so met.

Don’t make me break your heart, ’cause I will.
Don’t make me break your heart. • You know I can.
Don’t make me break your heart, ’cause I will.
Don’t make me break your heart. • I know I have. - •selah•

--RK, 3:51pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 1/29/2016 — Slightly edited: 1/31/2016
     “They” come for you now, for your hold in keep…, unto destruction.+

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Who in the hell is RK?

     Some have asked the question. - I’m young & old. - Don’t regale me.

Popeye always said, “I ’yam what I ’yam.” So what is whom?
To reach whom “I ’yam,” I must ask why and how.
Why I can’t tell you…, but I can tell you exactly how,
as I already have here in many previous postings.

Research, ya’ have to look things up to grasp knowledge.
I know you depend on Wikipedia, etc., but they don’t
ask me for definitions. - I outstripped them long ago.
I discovered definitions on my own…, long past.

So…, who in the hell is RK? My answers’re here,
in all this bloggetry I’ve spent so much time on,
much time…, for you, so you could understand and
never need to question again…, because you’ve seen,

yes…, you’ve seen what I’ve portrayed and displayed
of all that my heart earnestly desired to show you.
So, now what do you do? - I’ve pointed the right way.
And, if you don’t make the scarecrow’s right choice,

you could lose all things…, but you know that.
So, you must go within yourself…, or never…,
ever…, discover all that you’ve so longed to find.
Far more is found within than hoped for…, in faith.

Yes, I speak out hoping to steer some to the well within,
the well of truth…, the well of truth many, many miss,
yes many, many who’ve been steered away in false trust,
trust of those who have the deepest hatred of truth.

I trust none who pontificate…, who preach hate.
It’s hard to see that’s what they do…, but they do.
Believe me, I know. - My mom made sure I would.
She instilled in me what it took to discern deception,

lies that would have otherwise destroyed me.
Should I have told you what I have? - Tell me,
but be sure in your answer…, for angels do listen.
It’s all about faith…, of which the world knows nothing. - •selah•

--RK, 10:08pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 1/27/2016 — Revised 1/28/2016
     Ah yes, faith, “the substance of things hoped for,
        the evidence of things not seen.”+

Monday, January 25, 2016

Dark challenge

     None know her strength or courage against all.

In dark dress, in ease of challenge, sharks pass as nothing.
Such is whom I have by my side…, fearless…, daunting.
Who could accost such a one…, calm before death…,
with no challenger who would think to intimidate?

I know such a one of sublime moment of grace,
who’s peace cannot be challenged of evil.
She is close by my side…, none knowing,
victorious laughter…, heartening, encouraging.

At ease with her I find perfect…, joyous calm.
Such a one you should know. – Alas, they’re few.
I am wonderfully blessed by such a young knight,
my Joan of Arc…, precious…, fiercely gallant.

Dark challenge against her boldness has
no grasp, no purchase, no faith…, blind.
Blind to her deep strength none can affront…,
she is my daughter…, precious…, my cherished one.

Stand aside…, for she rises…, none left who will challenge her.

--RK, 11:36pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 1/24/2016
     Her name is Breakwater, her sound’s mirrored surface behind.+ - •selah•

Friday, January 22, 2016


This is what I did…,

     …but I was headed far deeper…, higher…, within.

No…, I did not crash…, and I found all I had been seeking.
There was no one else there. – The loneness broke my heart,
but I couldn’t slow down. - I knew there was so much more,
far, far more yet to be found. — In deep elation…, I knew

all that was to be found was before me…, more waiting,
awaiting even deeper discoveries with fulfillment’s highest
clarion call all the way back to 1964 when I first heard it,
the call from within, unmistakable, unmistaken, found…,

…found in perfect clarity, doubt lost…, nowhere to be found.
Such I wish for you in your pursuit deep/high within to “places”
the world will never know…, beyond.  Losing existence itself,
they will never know what we’ve found…, deep within…, ever.

Only seekers who’ve received the love for the truth and
nothing less will ever have the drive to know…, to know
the truth far beyond this world…, only found from within.
What’s next for us only we have inkling of…, for revelation,

though now we have what we found this side of its threshold.
I broke out of lower realms…, dark…, unto deeper light…, far,
far higher than the world will ever give even a simple damn for,
though it has always been our deepest…, highest hope.

Now…, so completely and utterly fulfilled…, we see it. - •selah•

--RK, 9:27pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 1/22/2016
     A very familiar metaphor, indeed.+

Friday, January 15, 2016

Where will you go…

     …when what “options” were never become?

I don’t speak for you. - It’s far…, far too dark there.
I stand in the light. Of its brilliance, you know not.
If I could only show you…, for just one moment,
you could never doubt again…, I know this.

You are in your last moments now…, of many I’ve seen,
but not here…, though many are. - My name is clear,
all too clear for those who know of me…, inexplicable.+
Not my home, I find here only final moments…, quickly dimming.

All I see everywhere is destruction, desolation…, in emptiness…,
you standing quietly, slowly scanning, in awe…, sensing more.
Then gravity falls & all things move away as its blackness
follows…, becoming your deepest…, now remembered,

darkest prescient nightmare in horror of nonexistence.
No way to see beyond it…, even in its dank nearness.
I only imagine it, knowing its impending unreality for you,
terrible to know, to try to conceive…, for nothing follows it…,

…not even you…, for you never cared for truth.+

--RK, 11:35pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 1/14/2016 — (Image added for 2nd video link.)
     Oblivion offers nowhere to go…, after nowhen. - •selah•

Thursday, January 7, 2016

I know, you don’t understand…,

     …but you sure need to.

More than that…, you have to, even if you don’t want to.
The reason, quite clear to the rest of us, makes us wonder.
Yes, we wonder why you don’t understand. - So, what is it?
You’re either ignorant, unschooled or you just don’t care.

Believe me…, I understand if you just don’t get it.
Society intentionally causes confusion around everyone,
and your response reflects just that…, in consternation.
So you need to get informed…, but only from within.

I offer an open doorway “there” anyone can walk through,
no penalties, no awards…, just the truth…, within.
So, “Follow me, follow me…, as I trip the darkness,
one more time,”
as we remember and find peace. - •selah•

--RK, 10:37pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 1/7/2016
     Get a grip, listen, understand & get it…, finally.+

Sunday, January 3, 2016

First Quarter 2016 NEOs

Click for Three-Column Format. ♦ Updated Daily!

--RK, 6:18pmEST, 1/3/2016 - See Also: The Whole Cloud of Asteroids Around Us!
     Check it out & see just how close they’re buzzing by us, eh?+

Friday, January 1, 2016

“There’s no time here in space…”

     …as I cross the event horizon…, too late.+

Nowhere to go, nowhen left…, time so gone…, nowhere…
In limbo, you’re lost in this, the last dark place…
You think, as you hear fireworks…, all is well, but…
…nothing is farther from the truth…, in this now.

“Follow me, follow me, as I trip the darkness,
one more time.”
- I tripped darkness beyond unto light,
but you…, you’re lost in grip of enticement’s deceit.
You gave in…, no desire for truth…, forever lost.

If I could retrieve you, if you could see what’s wrong,
there might be hope. ♦ But you had no desire of it.
If you’d only sought for what was at stake…, deep,
you’d’ve understood the horizon of its panoramic battle,

…a deep, wide battle…, for all things…, within,
nothing less than truth…, so far beyond the world.
Ah yes…, the world…, a dark, black well…, deeply lost,
a netherworld of envy, perversity, hate & murder.

In deepest angst to point of desperation…, a place,
long ago, you could have easily avoided in desire,
real desire for truth & nothing less…, so easily.
What held you back was only…, ever…, always danger,

the terrible danger of disinterest, bound in disguise
of hate, posing as entertainment, distracted in glee.
Nowhere to retreat, caught in its eight-legged web,
its brightly-colored arachnid approaching…, ready.

“There’s no time here in space,” and you’re caught,
caught in its silk of your own doing…, so lost.
You were beyond my reach long before…, in envy…,
hating truth…, the very thing you needed most. - •selah•

--RK, 12:46amEST (UT/GMT -5), 1/1/2016
     “There’s no time…in space” when you never cared.
     “Follow me, follow me, as I trip the darkness…, one more time.”+

Monday, December 28, 2015

A sense of dread…, •shhh…•

     Watch the “quiet tide” very, very closely, behind recent events.
     Listen keenly for brief…, hidden notes to ineffable crescendo.+

…you know, the kind where you don’t know what to expect.
It’s upon us now…, background events portend terrible things,
many things that’ll get the entire world’s attention…, rapt.
Better get ready…, whatever that means…, now…, not later.

Take a step back, look at the whole picture…, events lately,
you know, the myopic ones that distract from a larger event,
a much…, much larger set of events soon to take place.
Keep your eyes open for things that’ve never happened before.

Behind recent events lies dreadful calm of portent…, looming.
I understand these events are distracting…, but look closely.
Listen intently to what the silence behind them is saying.
An obvious sense of dread descends…, as an invisible fog.

Pay keen…, close attention to events now…, and times…,
you know, the very small nuances of “butterfly wing beats.”
It won’t be obvious by any means…, so step back…, listen.
It’ll be what you could never expect…, not in a lifetime.

Already, the religio-political tide rises across the world,
making obvious portent of chaos, loss, destruction & end.
Time slowed to a crawl now…, will have a brief surge…,
one which will quickly crawl again…, ready to end, too soon,

     or so we will think…, though we’ve had millennia. - •selah•

--RK, 9:18pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 12/28/2015
     “Know the leaves of sorrow turn their face…, scattered on the ashes of disgrace.”
       You sure better wake up…, it’s almost upon us.+

Sunday, December 27, 2015

Can I take you home?

     It’s okay, I understand. - You can’t change things now, but…
     you can study history. - Take your time…, but it’s way late.

I’m not going anywhere, but do you have it all settled,
or don’t you? - Did you ask the right questions this time?
The answers are all there…, of questions you never asked.
So I bring you this. - Will you ask them now? - •selah•

--RK, 12:03amEST (UT/GMT -5), 12/27/2015
     Someone did. - It’s undeniable…, eh?
     So ya’ gotta’ go far enough back…, see?

Friday, December 25, 2015

A different war…

     “It does matter…, it does matter.”+

…the kind where you know the enemy…, but can’t see him.
We know his name, his family, his demeanor…, his purpose.
A civil war…, another civil war, brother against brother.
No purpose…, just a vie for power, control & supremacy.

Will you survive the barrage, the incoming, the hate?
I hope you do…, because that’s all your enemy has.
You have so much more…, so step up and conquer.
Vanquish them as you gain strength for its end.

Step forward, stand down, you’ve won, they’re no more.
Yes, it’s quiet now. - Take a deep breath…, a long sigh.
The real war’s not over…, this time it’s inside,
The Devil’s Lake+ you need to cross…, fearless.

You won’t find a boatman, but get to the other side.
There is your destination, long sought, now so near.
That’s it, relax…, sigh again…, a long sweet one,
your harbor now so close. - Step over the bough…,

…the shoreline is yours, long sought, now home.
Your war’s over, finally, your hearth’s threshold.
Sit down, take your shoes off…, warm your feet.
Lay your head back for another long deep sigh…,

…finally home. - •selah•

--RK, 12:15amEST (UT/GMT -5), 12/25/2015
     Ya’ gotta’ make up your mind…+

Sunday, December 20, 2015


     An easy step up to the podium…, but he’s waiting…, very carefully aiming…

Evocative, illusive, intractible…, not understood, intelligent & evasive.
How’re you going to “handle” him? - I don’t believe you can…, not really.
He’s ineluctable…, because he’s way ahead of you…, knowing the territory.
It won’t matter how far away you are, he’s got you dead aim…, dead center.

He’s already taken his high-caliber shot…, didn’t need a spotter.
You’re way late to the party…, you know, the one you didn’t attend.
You’re in his line of sight…, now…, and he has the weather report.
Kentucky windage perfect…, Coriolis force figured in…, dead on.

You’re goin’ down. - Won’t matter where…, the “wind’s” right.
He’s found the quiet wind…, more than a mile between you and him.
An easy shot you won’t see coming. - Mid-speech, all you’ll see’s a flash,
then nothing…, and darkness. ♦ It’s over…, a plan perfectly executed.

It was his idea all along…, to set you up, in ease, for takedown.
I hope you know what you’re doing. - If you don’t, it’ll be too late.
So step back…, rethink risk assessment entirely. - His aim won’t fail.
He’s just the spotter…, but his sniper never misses…, ever.

Time to hunker down…, or take it on and run. - •selah•

--RK, 10:53pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 12/20/2015
     You’re “wounded,” but you know what to do.
     Withdraw, rethink and release emotion…, finally,
     because now you know “where” within is…, inside.+

Your “light,” only a shade of pale

     How many “places of light” have I found so very dark…?
     “The miller told his tale,” but you won’t let me tell mine.

More than I can tell you, not of this world…, so many, so many.
So I call you out to see that darkness…, even if you see light.
Believe me it is utter darkness, compared to what I’ve found,
what I found deep within…, high, long ago now…, so precious.

If only I could show you, but each has to find it on their own,
within themselves, each one. - It is not out there in the world,
never has been and never was. - Seekers understand…, they know
exactly of what I speak. - Unmistakable to them…, they do know.

And so it goes for the world in its lost and lonely pursuit,
in sanctimony of seeking truth everywhere but within.
Nothing I can do for them…, for they never look there,
not there deep, where truth is so easily found…, inside.

All they find is a whiter shade of pale…, utterly empty. - •selah•

--RK, 11:30pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 12/19/2015
     How dark is your supposed pursuit of truth…?
     Found in darkness, it’s just a whiter shade of pale.+

Monday, December 7, 2015

I know this struggle…

     …so very well. - ’Been here too long not to.

…this struggle against yourself…, you know the one,
the one you’ve had to fight so relentlessly all this time.
It’s not insurmountable by any means, but you have to decide.
Let it get ahead of you or grab and roll past like in a roller derby.

It has no power over you, but you have to step up to the plate.
Don’t be a victim and languish in its mud of defeat & surrender.
Get up right now…, make up your mind! - You know it’s true.
Don’t let it get past you this time…, but ya’ gotta’ go within.

If you don’t, it’s all been a waste…, of life & regret in time.
You can get past this, but ya’ gotta’ stand up beyond the “norm.”
That’s right, it’s all within…, deep within…, always has been.
You’ve always known this inside, but never figured it out before.

I know this struggle. - It’s nothing new to seekers.
But this struggle will never be entered into by most,
for they have never keened for nothing less than truth.
Surely truth is the staff of life at all levels…,

…but you can never tell them that, not as they
engage in other struggles not worth the stamp of life…,
…dead while yet they live, self-made zombies…, roaming.
This is the “zombie apocalypse…,” all the lost ones. - •selah•

Go within…, for “pursuits” otherwise have no meaning…, at all.+

--RK, 10:21pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 11/10/2015
     The linked video shows Cristina depicting this struggle.
        Take the journey deep within with The Moody Blues.+

Saturday, December 5, 2015

I started young…

     You’ve got to “give me somethin’ more than sad my eyes.

…with the profound. - Nothing of it anywhere in the world, only
inside myself…, deep within. - I didn’t have to fight as you do.
I didn’t have to fight to go within…, deep, not there…, close.
I knew the voice inside shouting for “somethin’ more.”

“Give me somethin’ worth a sacrifice,” your flesh says.
You and your silence in face of yourself is deafening.
Without hard keening for truth it can never be reached.
That’s what Cristina Scabbia sings about…, truth.

I’ve peeked into conversations you have with you.
I sacrificed this mindless world, without argument.
But “give me somethin’ more than shut my eyes.”
Tell it to yourself, understand and listen because…,

…unless you do, you only close eyes within,
the only “place” anyone ever can find truth,
no-“where” else it exists…, and never did.
Otherwise only your “Dark Adrenaline” calls.

“I’m not alone in this divide,” flesh from spirit.
“(Your) silence is cursing (you) one more time.”
I crossed the line a long time ago, completely willing,
knowing “where” I was going, high…, deep within,

beyond, far beyond the beyond…, knowing there was more,
something far more than perception, flesh, soul or myself.
Answer your voice, find inner vision in keen of seeking,
looking to find nothing less than the truth…, all else

worth nothing, absolutely nothing. — Notice one thing,
that the dark-haired woman in the chair is you,
also the woman in black over you, also dark-haired.
Come out of your waking dream, grab hold of truth, or

you never will. - “Give me somethin’ more than shut (your) eyes.” - •selah•

--RK, 11:25pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 12/4/2015
     “It starts inside,” so “give me somethin’ more…”+

Wednesday, December 2, 2015


     Listen closely, Ben minces no words here. - •selah• - (55m17s)

--RK, 9:29pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 12/2/2015
     Being apolitical, I leave no comment beyond the above.+

Thursday, November 26, 2015

Flip & Burn

     No, this is not a drill. - Time to flip & burn! - Nine thrusters…

There’s no time left to take your time. - No fencers!+
If you don’t flip & burn now, you won’t make it.
That’s right, hunker down to get deep…, or on high
won’t find you before time runs out…, soon & sudden.+

I had an early start, just eleven…, and you’re late!
Oh, I see, you think this is just another post of mine.
No, I’m sorry, this is real time and live. — Get it done,
or be left behind for oblivion just the other side.

If you’re not runnin’ over light speed before, it’s over.
I’ve been a seeker all my life. - I never found reason
not to be. - But you’ve been a slacker a long time. —
Oh, this is your last call. - There won’t be another. - •selah•

--RK, 9:45pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 11/26/2015
     I heard the unmistakable call late 1964…, just eleven.
        If you think the physical / soul is all there is,
           you couldn’t be more wrong…, I know.+

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

You need to cry…

     …for something you never have before. — Listen with me a while.

In the linked video above, by Amy Lee of Evanescence (My Immortal),
she speaks to her man but sings to Someone else. — He understands.
I hope you do, too. - Deeply poignant, her song speaks of the ineffable.
Such deep meaning…, revealed only by her keen, unabashed emotion,

speaks great volumes of understanding nothing else can. - •selah•

--RK, 9:27pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 11/25/2015
     Don’t miss what she means…, listen keenly close.+

Monday, November 23, 2015

Clarity beyond focus

     Clarity, misunderstood in this world, far beyond simple focus.

As I pierce Stygian+ darkness in this backwater,
I wonder whether I’ll find another seeker of truth,
one whose spirit is free, unencumbered from youth,
as I was. - I seek not ‘kindred spirits’, but those

who innately knew perception only as illusion, young.
These are the ones I can help, but who had no nurture,
the nurture I was so bountifully blessed with. - So…,
“Where are you?” - Yet, I have found none as myself.

Weary in such loss, I’ve always had clarity…, perfect,
way beyond being in simple focus…, much greater.
Clarity far beyond focus in perception so keen as
to render “reality” only a blur, deeply sad, so dark,

…even in otherwise perceived “light,” …so dimly lit. - •selah•

--RK, 10:26pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 11/23/2015
     I see languish, disguised in deep sadness…, still hopeful,
     but there’s far more, way beyond your hope ye know not of.

From far beyond the Moon

     “Where are you?” - Relentlessly, I seek you in the darkness.
       They see, but nothing from within, unknown to them…, alone.
       I see what this world cannot, their darkness, and great light.

Brilliance in the dark, I shine…, but I’m never seen.
Bewildered, I kept trying, but still none saw…, blind.
Brightness in the dark…, I stood back, wondering…,
wondering what caused their blindness…, so profound.

Sullen…, I learned unwillingly, what did.
But I knew I was brought here with purpose.
So I continue for the few…, others so lost,
lost behind relentless bars in darkness, bound,

no windows, free only physically otherwise.
Knowing nothing of truth, and nothing within,
they flounder in the dark, knowing “everything.”
I wish I could help them, but there are others…,

…others who received the love for the truth,
nothing less, who can see in this darkness,
…who can see in Stygian+ darkness, not so blind.
They are why & for whom I am here…, freedom.

They know me when they see me, all others blind.
Others blind I see…, who cannot & never will.
I tried & tried, but only found them unseeing.
So I moved on, seeking only those who can see.

Only they will see…, for they know to look.
And all they seek is the truth in all things,
but only from deep within beyond this world
which will never reveal anything, even of itself.

I’ve seen the frightening desolation of their profound night.
It was something I had to know of in my passing far beyond.
Only then did I understand the utter brilliance I found,
so, so deep and high within…, far beyond the universe.

Come with me, I will free you from all such darkness
unto brilliance of light otherwise unseen…, not here,
your release perfect, nothing unknowable as before.
Nothing withheld from you…, not there. - •selah•

--RK, 11:47pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 11/22/2015
     In brilliance, darkness is known, easily banished.
     So…, from far beyond the moon…, I wait.
     And “[w]here are you?”+

Friday, November 20, 2015

You said, “Get a life!”

     Ohh…, but I did. - •nodding• - I guess you didn’t notice…, sorry.

So what exactly did you mean? --- Don’t worry, that’s a rhetorical question.
By now you know I've had your number for a very long time, most of my life.
It’s you who needs to get a life, but I know you never will. - It’s your way.

You don’t understand me. - You don’t want to, for sake of deceit, and guile.
Yeah, that’s right. - Again, I’ve had your number for quite some time.
Already you choke against my words that nail you where you “stand.”

You’re gonna’ have to give it up…, ’cause it ain’t workin’.
And it never will, never could and doesn’t now…, sorry.
That’s right…, sorry, I always knew it couldn’t & never would.

So, stand up straight like a “good little boy,” and take your medicine.
Swallow hard and drink it down. --- You’ll never be the same,
because your “medicine”+ is oblivion…, truth never to your taste.

I tried to help before, but you simply wouldn’t have it.
All your doing…, none other’s…, just as you insisted.
Nothing I can do now… - You cooked the goose. - •selah•

--RK, 10:25pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 11/20/2015
     It won’t help, but grab an umbrella on your way out.+
     And so it goes with trolls, haters & their ilk (among many others).

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

“Give me somethin’ more…”

     “Give me somethin’ more than sad my eyes.”

Languish all I see in bright lights…, anguished, so few.
You need to, “Give me somethin’ more than ‘sacrifice’.”
Just between you and me, you’ve crossed the line,
but it wasn’t toward within, deep…, or ever even high.

“Give me somethin’ more than shut my eyes,” …not tonight.
Face who you’ve become, who you’ve been…, never changed.
Change, the only thing between you and oblivion…, ignored.
“Give me somethin’ more than shut my eyes.” - I’m not blind.

“Give me somethin’ more than sacrifice…” - •selah•

--RK, 11:14pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 11/18/2015
     “Give me something worth a sacrifice.”+

Monday, November 16, 2015

Only fond memories left

     “Lookin’ for higher ground, lookin’ for somethin’ I missed before.”
     “I wanna’ get closer in to deep…, I’ve got it all inside myself.”
       For those who don’t see it coming…+

Only memories left now, fondest ones, forgot the rest.
Standing on Pensacola Beach, sea breeze at my back,
tossing peanuts up to a small flock of seagulls.
Spied the loser, tossed him a few, the most grateful.

Younger on the darkside, found myself in a maelstrom,
Toledo, Ohio, summer 1971, but you couldn’t see it.
In a “tin can” eight feet wide, rotating clockwise fast,
I used prana to cut a stationary hole & backed out.

They couldn’t figure it out, “Where’d he go?”
It wasn’t my first victory, shades of them
before, but ya’ gotta’ be smarter, not lost
in the dark, great light within…, guiding.

Wan sadness surrounds me now, hoping there’ll
be more I can help sent my way, or me to them.
They didn’t get the perfect natal nurture I did.
They need help badly, but it’s late…, way late.

I just hope I’ve done them some good, because
time is waning fast, not much left ‘this’ time.
I hope to see some of them on the other side…,
the other side, these æons of time nearly gone.+

But you’re “comfortable,” complacent, surfeiting.+
Get up…, move! - The impenetrable wall of time’s
end is almost here,+ only oblivion beyond, or…
is that your old ‘friend’ you’ve hoped for?

Your long death wish isn’t far away now,
but it won’t be death, rather destruction.+
What did you think oblivion meant anyway?
It’ll be as though you never existed,

…and there’ll be no memory left of you.+ - •Word up!•

--RK, 7:47pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 11/16/2015 (Slight edits: 11/18/2015)
     Only my own memories left…, “Nobody can turn it around.”+