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.”+