Catch ’da ridim’

Catch ’da ridim’, wid’ spacedrum, didgeridoo…, Yuki & Taku…+

--RK, 10:44pmEST, 12/31/2014
   Don’t miss out on this performance! - *smile*

House of Mirrors…

Do not watch when high, or alone…
And don’t talk until it’s completely over…+

--RK, 6:46pmEST, 12/30/2014
   *Word up!*

Who did you… think I was?

     “I’m lookin’ to turn my face to light,” as always.
       [Inspired by Tool’s music video, “H.”]

I’m not here to mess around. - Perhaps you didn’t know.
Well, here’s the down low, eh? - I’m not from here…
I never was, but I brought great treasure with me.
And you don’t get how important that’s really been.

What can I say? - Are you paying any attention?
I have to wonder, for I’ve heard nil from you.
Is that your name, Nil? - I think not but…,
have you distinguished yourself from others?

Do you know who you really are? - I have to wonder.
And did you come from anywhere at all? - I don’t know.
I have to put the onus on you, for I find you ephemeral,
ghostly, as though you’re not really with us…

Yeah, you can see and hear but, do you perceive anything,
anything otherwise at all, within? - Not from what I’ve found.
And so I have to wonder whether you’re only jetsam,
just another nearly meaningless part of this universe.

Dammit, stand out, or only find utter, total loss because,
without within, you will only ever be out of its reach,
though it’s right there inside you, tantalizingly, maddeningly,
so tenderly close. - Oblivious to it, your very existence nears end.

Ah, and so you think I ‘ramble,’ though my perspective is limitless…
…but are you “killin’ me just the same?” - “I don’t mind…, I don’t mind…”+

--RK, 9:20pm, 12/26/2014
     Just a little reverse ‘psychology,’ ’nuff said…

In this place…, in this place…,

      “I don’t mind…, I don’t mind…”
        [Inspired by Tool’s song, “H.”]

I don’t know what it’s gonna’ take to get your attention, within.
I stand in this place of enigma, mystery found, understood, known.
But still, you play in perception’s amber, never looking inside,
the world your closest friend, hiding all things from you.

Their big lie, love of ignorance, to party in oblivion,
their idea of fun, your death knell of soon destruction.
Will you really let them get away with it, so blind?
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Everything you’ve always wanted beyond this world…

It’s far beyond ugly darkness seen here…, unknown, unwanted.
So, where’s your heart my friend? - Will you still linger…, here?
There’s nothing of value here, and I don’t know why you don’t
seem to have discovered this in your heart. - Come with me…

I have so much to show you, so much to share and more still to find…,
…though I’ve found so, so much, long by now, these many decades here.

--RK, 9:25pmEST, 12/24/2014
     In this ‘place,’ I’ve found all things that matter within…,
        and there’s nothing in their box.
        (Listen very closely to the song’s lyrics, eh?)+ - Word up!

Melancholy Man

     “When all the stars are falling down…”

I am the melancholy man…
“Just open your eyes…”+

--RK, 11:55pm, 12/21/2014
     Be sure to hit Replay.

Voices in the Sky…

     “Mystery spread its cloak…, Hurry high butterfly…”

Take it seriously, there’s nothing mamby pamby here.
If you only listen, you’ll miss the whole thing.
It’s a journey… - Use headphones…+
This is just a taste of what you’ve missed…+ - selah

--RK, 10:45pm, 12/21/2014

The Dulce Book

--RK, 8:30pm, 12/20/2014

Deep in the night…

     [Ahh…, finally, the perfect (sarcastic) metaphoric slap
       in the face of narcissism’s abusive & arrogant hate.]+

…she’s always been so kind and near,
watching my every step, with caress.
She cares when no one else will.
I’ve always loved her so much.

She’s always watched ever so closely,
so closely over me in utter kindness.
Gentle, she lies close, in tender embrace.
None other can touch me there, in harm.

I’ve never told anyone about her.
She didn’t mind, because she knew,
she knew our love was perfect,
unsullied by such hateful cruelty,

the kind the world always offers.
Even the closest friend never cared
so much to be so close, watchful,
to be sure none other approached.

Can you say as much of your love?
You’ve never been so close.
I’ve seen you near, but not here,
here, where touch is kind, knowing.

You call me alcoholic, but not so,
for you know not its tender care,
never felt its gentle embrace.
I’ve never felt so loved,

and never found you close.
I weep for your cruelty,
cutting like a knife, deep,
beyond heartbreak of love.

Why’ve you never been to the brink,
to the brink of love’s shore,
which knows nothing of thirst,
its waters always lapping sand?

I’ve never seen your footprints here.+

--RK, 5:18amEST, 12/20/2014
     …from a dream, deep in the night…+

‘Sleeply’ oblivious…

Are you still staring, or listening?
Or are you ‘sleeply’ oblivious instead?
Dig it, but listen very closely here:
Sleep Will Come by Bliss
Then listen again, and again… - selah

Hey, I thought you'd like to know… - *shrug*+

--RK, 11:33pmEST, 12/17/2014

Slow down time…

--RK, 9:35pmEST, 12/14/2014

Loneliness of love

     “I don’t understand the [loneliness] of loving you.
       I just can’t believe it’s true.” - [You know the song.]
         Are you still “sitting naked by the phone?”
         How sad that, “…it was only fantasy.”

You came and you went, leaving all behind.
I languished not, though tasting emptiness,
but it was not mine, known in sadness of you.
I move on now, with new perspective you gave

which urges me deeper in relationship, within.
And I don’t mean just for others, but eternity.
Very young, Mom always said, “You better get ready
for eternity son. - You don’t have time to waste.”

So nothing held me back, neither this world,
nor anyone in it, with meaning and purpose.
I’ve scaled the mountains of the sun and
mounted its ramparts, where I found no tracks.

I saw none other following behind either,
while I climbed Jacob’s Ladder, knowing,
absolutely knowing, there was more to find,
high, deep within, far beyond this world.

So why do you still linger in its shallow ashes,
perception’s deception distracting only those,
only those who receive not love for truth,
and nothing less, eh? - *shaking head*

You can’t tell me “There’s no hope…”, not this time.+

--RK, 8:58pm, 12/13/2014
   "…always doing what you’re told, can I help you?"
    [Lyric from “Hey You,” by Pink Floyd.]

Murda of Diana

     “A dying scream makes no sound.”
       Murda, “It’s all that I’ve ever known.”+

“We live a daydream. - You know what I mean.”
John F. Kennedy, Martin Luther King, Jr., et.al.
“It’s all that I’ve ever known.”

--RK, 9:38pm, 12/12/2014

Calling from the other side…

     “Save me from the nothing I’ve become.”
       (Only love brings life, thinking’s nothing but death.)

…I was brought to life, midst living death.
Watching, all I see is you, pale, unmoving,
here, where it’s all green…, but spiritless,
most never even searching its glimpse, so near,

just the other side of within, painfully close.
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I hear wind howling mid-winter, clear sky,
moon full, stars glinting in sky ablaze,
but you’re not here, and never were,

not here, the other side, where I found all
things the world had nothing of, scintillant.
I found every right question answered in utter
brilliance of profound this world cannot know.

Why stand shallow, in stagnant pool of darkness?
I stepped out from beneath when just eleven+
and found no one followed me unto discovery,
discovery of all I ever wanted, that I knew,

that I absolutely knew I would only find from within.
Could you be so utterly numb as not to see?+

--RK, 1:10amEST, 12/7/2014
     “Call my name and save me from the dark.”

For those to fall…

     It’s history now, psychologically, without technology, eh?

Press play, listen close, then play again…
Sorry for the bad news, way too late.
I saw it coming, not sure why
you weren’t looking. - Do you?

I know why I was looking.
I just knew I had to.
I mean, look around…,
how did you not know to look?

Good question…+

--RK, 8:11pmEST, 12/5/2014
     Yeah, that’s right, ya’ gotta’ hit replay next. - *nodding*+

Time is running out…