I can't hide...

     (...not from you.)

          (Inspired by Dido’s Here with me & White Flag)

...but I can breathe, in my quiet corner.
You’re close, but I’m far removed, tantamount to gone.
Still, so still, I’m here entangled in animate glimmer.
You don't know now, but you will soon...

...that I can’t hide when I'm every when,
no place home, memories finally fading,
even the most precious ones, held so close.
Time’s end calls me, but I can’t hide...

...not from its last moment when...
...“when” all things end to begin again,
this “time” in most utter perfection,
when nothing’s left of former things...

--RK, 9:41pm, 10/31/2013

Lina-solopoesie: IL MIO AQUILONE

Still of time

     (Inspired by...)

I've seen the still of time standing on its end,

far beyond 4D's limits+ lost, & all opens up,

resonant sound storm, plethora of the deep,

seeing everywhere & nowhen at once...

...while its symphony, resident, resplendent,

echoes no delay, merging into fullness,

fullness of perception, time unmoving,

all things a glimmer, in abeyance of duration.

I focus between two seconds, chosen,

while Santana Abraxas plays in still of time,

yet found again 46 years hence, suspended,

just as vivid...

--RK, 9:58pm, 10/29/2013

Ricochet (note to self)

Bounce not, my son, off infinity's bounds,

ricocheting across the universe, out of control,

in great control of prana you gathered to propel

you unto its ends, undiscovered, incredibly intricate,

but earnestly sought after in the Universe's confines,

confines of infinity bounded against precipice,

threshold of eternity's boundlessness close,

which you knew was there, and was why

you threw yourself across the Universe intentionally,
to reach its distant "edges," gaining momentum,

in hopes of speeding past infinity, unto eternity,

which, when finally you arrived to knock...

...opened and gathered you in, in 1970,

when third heaven's door finally opened.

-------------------------------------------

My friend, bounce not again in desperation,

but in enduring hope that the door will open...,

only once more, unto paradise.

--RK, 9:39pm, 9/8/2012; 11:43pm, 10/26/2013

This is not exaltation

Next to the utter, perfect loneness,

I cry out at first, misunderstanding,

but I remember "when" eternity

'was' a hallway trodden by none,

none but Yahweh alone far beyond,

long 'before' thought of angel or man.

This was not exaltation, but lone initiation,

initiation unto loneness beyond loneliness,

beyond lonely, great grandfather of melancholy.

Lonely I understood, loneliness I had,

in deep melancholy I was, searching hard,

seeing loneness ahead forging my path.

And this path easily pushed beyond

the mountains and ramparts of the sun,

beyond the inner sanctums of time,

unto the very shore of eternity itself,

this same eternity I wrote about

in a theme paper for Mrs. Reid

when I was twelve at my desk, alone.

--RK, 12:14am, 10/26/2013

     (See also: "In the aforetime..." [posted 2007])

This loneliness

It’s different, melancholy’s only friend, elder.
Deepening melancholia beyond just being alone,
this loneliness, the dimension beyond lonely,
transcends all & only the Ancient of Days nears.

Hallways of time’s paling reach not there,
not into the wall-less hallway of eternity,
where once none other joined Him,
in His original, perfect loneness,

from which all existence sprang.
The true and only divinity understood
and brought us forth, some to melancholy,
some to loneliness, some utterly alone,

and a few, close, beyond shore’s distance,
and of all time, to soul & spirit, once again,
once again to know far-beyond brilliance itself,
unto original loneness along eternity’s hallway,

…unseen by any other. - *selah*

--RK, 10:59pm, 10/25/2013
   (See also: “In the aforetime…”+)

Eyes of others...

     (I think you'll understand.)

     Inspired by Lacuna Coil's

        "(Your) Heaven's a Lie"

...but I've never seen them.

Words fall between ears & understanding.

How can I bridge over to the far shore,

a shore of your own you've never seen?

Eyes of others I've never seen,

not in this quiet place inside,

where I've never found another,

the same eyes that tell me

this, that or the other, unknown of them.

I've never seen them here,

here in this, this quiet place,

one like unto nothing ever seen of them.

Words fall between ears & understanding

where I find no shore of apprehension,

only an unvisited desolation of wilderness,

your own outback you've never crossed,

understanding's bright shore waiting the other side.

--RK, 10:58pm, 10/24/2013

Tattery

Tattered rag of my life,

too tragic to tell of,

left to languish unto anguish,

I still manage to shake it off.

Still, I'm tattered beyond appearance,

l'anguish ubiquitous by my side.

I reach out, but very few understand,

nurture & cultivate affection precious.

Not alone, I see many who are, though

many crowd them, worse off than I,

in this tragedy of separation, when oneness,

undivided, lies so very close deep within,

toward the edges of eternity, its shores

shining bright & close, invisible to them.

In my tattery though, this one understands,

in l'anguish, melancholia nearby, waiting,

its brother in ubiquity.

--RK, 8:03pm, 10/26/2013

Exactly

[Inspired by Lacuna Coil's "End of Time" &
     Evanescence's "My Immortal"]

I know why I cry, when tears can't be held.
I don't flounder, emotion discovered early.
I didn't 'play' only in my own pond.
I made emotion, at large, personal, comforting.

I was never alone, but allowed, encouraged
to go it alone to find its common thread
that most I'd ever meet would decry.
But I've known a very long time now.

Though I've been alone all along
I've plumbed depths of all emotion high,
often unto deep elation I could never share
no matter how much I wanted to.

No fears ever held me back, because I knew
exactly why I felt how I did, especially,
especially along my journey deep within,
the only 'place' I knew I'd ever find the truth.

     *selah*

--RK, 9:18pm, 10/14/2013