Brief foray

     (Inspired by Dido’s No Love Without Freedom+)

Below Sol, foray in silence of this distant place,
home another place deeply longed,... far away.
“No love without freedom” within ringing so true,
silence all I've found here, heart alone.

“No freedom without love,” so true, lost,
lost here in this dark, backwater place
in one galaxy among trillions directionless.
I stand in my usual silence, nothing heard.

Nothing heard here, so I wonder why.
In this utter silence I’ve found so deep,
I should hear something. Are you there?
I still listen, from depths of silence bright.

None look this way, deep within, lost, hopeless,
though I stand so close, breath to breath,
eye to eye, speaking in silence still unheard
by anyone I momentarily stood with, blank,

unknowing of what lies so close,... so close...

--RK, 10:29pm, 2/13/2014

Here it comes...

     [Inspired by Lacuna Coil (Century Media Utubes only)]

Fame, infamy, at once. Which wave will I ride…
Waves crash upon shores, but not this one,
jaded, tripping darkness into light unending,
hanging ten beyond pioneered edges of infinity.

Finally, madness, just in time, this time,
not one more time, this time..., this time.
Sardony watching me leave, weeps
as I launch off this wave for vistas,

vistas far beyond all ramparts of Sol,
her mountains watching after me, longing…
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"Follow me, follow me…" from within,
conscientiously mesmerized.

--RK, 8:45pm, 2/9/2014
     [written after public release of
          "The Emancipation of Astronomy
            for the Common Man"]

Promontory

   [Inspired by Dido’s music video, White Flag+]

To its knife edge one more time, tears awash,
nearing its point at the chasm before me,
I look down, swing out and leap into heavy air.
One more way to fall, waiting down as a feather.

This leap never like before in the calm aforetime,
when air heavy buoyed me down, unafraid, prepared.
Precipice steep down, swings back up anear, expected.
Calm rules behind in chiasma’s crossroad of knowing.

Listen close, you’ll hear it in utter quiet within.
You don't need to help me. - Within not so daunting,
your place, a place you've yet to venture toward.
“I will go down with this ship,” no surrender.

I go where I know, but the amber’s not over yet.

--by RK, 8:46pmEST, 2/2/2014
   [Reformatted w/slight edit: 1/1/2015]

A place in you

     Inspired by "Stoned" by Dido

There's a place in you I could talk to,

if only you were there listening closely,

but I can't find you there, in that place,

that place in you where all is quiet…, shhh...

High crescendo of emotion unimaginable

until right moments when we really see,

when we really see each other undistracted,

unsidetracked by perception locked in flesh.

The place in you I find you not. Where are you?

I call out from my place there to yours,

the same place I hope to find you soon.

And remaining, I wait, listen and watch...

so hoping to see you finally hear & find

crescendoes far beyond crescendo down

that find perfect union beyond all doubt,

no illusions to draw us away, ever down,

not now, not now...

--RK, 12:27am, 1/31/2014

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-RK, 8:41pm, 2/6/2014

Deeper Issues

     (I've moved on...)

          [Inspired by Dido's music &

            the Moody Blues' "Melancholy Man"]

Too many shadow 'issues.' - Yes, I have issues

(while I look down at my shoes).  - Really?

Too many empty issues, not enough depth.

Yes, I have issues, but this outstrips them all,

deeper issues, 'lost' in the ancient, mystic current.

I would help you, but the world's no place for that.

I've been long here, no one noticing... ever.

Don't call me reticent, only never heard, within.

I tell others emotion should not rule the day,

but it is all that rules mine, terribly balanced.

My knife's sharp, surfing pioneering edge of life,

knowing exactly what I feel, and what I remember

I will never forget until time's end, most welcome,

tears wiped away, great comfort now unknowable,

this time not felt like the old, tattered, sad tragedy.

I've moved on where I've seen none follow,

again, beyond the beyond, past ramparts' pinnacle within...

--RK, 7:39pm, 1/9/2014

Just Like Romeo & Juliet

     (Remember the song?)

'Nobody knows da troubles I've seen.'

No one knows how long I've been here.

Just like Romeo & Juliet, no one knew me there.

Just like no one knows me here, and never will.

Just like Romeo & Juliet, not wanting to be here.

Just like Romeo & Juliet, I've always wanted out.

Just like Romeo & Juliet, just like Romeo & Juliet.

Just like Romeo & Juliet, just like Romeo & Juliet.

--RK, 11:58am, 1/9/2014

     [Twenty years since first I saw Sol.]

Cenotes ('the time's coming')

     Inspired by "Mea Culpa" on Enigma's album "MCMXC a.D."

Sixty-five million years, one cenote circle, bubbled caves deep.

Mea culpa. - What now? - Another's on its way, this year, down.

Nothing we can do, worldwide tsunamis, devastated shores,

bodies far out to sea in high waves of heavy impact, face down.

Cenotes, the Maya dumped bodies there, polluting aquifers.

Intelligence outstripped understanding in tragic downfall,

hearts still pumping in 'priest's' hands (listen), casting heads down,

bloodthirsty, false gods, power, dark crimson rivulets running.

Cenotes, signs of impact, no gods to worship, obsidian black blades

cutting out beating hearts upon staired ramparts of dire designe.

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Gone now, nothing of note, except astronomy and fractals.

Even JPL, a competitor of accuracy, planets and galaxy.

Stars awash in exact planetary placement, future known.

Nothing we can do, galactic accretion disk darkly crowded.

So we watch skies, waiting, many unheeding, speeding this way.

Sri Lanka next hard target, unseen, as new, black comet nears.

Cenotes, history of impact, nothing noted, this one dismissed,

one from far beyond Kyper Belt and Oort cloud, blazing, hurtling,
Comet ISON its ambassador, also blazing beyond 140,000mph,
no one, nothing left, on one-third of Earth's surface utterly gone.

As we watch again, two more, blazing hard behind, approach,
two thirds of Earth left to address, hard appress, trembling for impact,
Sri Lanka only first note of intended doom, awaited for millennia,
astronomers scrambling, telescopes busy, whirring wheels in slew, far late.

--RK, 9:03pm, 1/5/2014

Perfection of 'Droid

English my handmaiden, always very close at hand,
I write from her cuff, always ready with bated breath, knowing,
knowing next words make or break her heart, listening ever so close.

'Droids die, but do they dream of electric sheep? - I think not.
They await my finger's trace across screen with alpha taps.
They dream not, but wait, second upon second, for galvanics'...

galvanics' static trance of electrons making exchange with the world,
the world literally at hand, even at fingertip(s), also bated, but empty.
"Empthy" they are, as I remember my dad playing chicken with the gauge.

English my handmaiden, from day near one, guineas cackling uphill nearby when
the eldest, my sister the Wiccan, tossed my infancy into the creek to dog paddle back,
but I tread water, delighted, cool in the heat of my new beginning also

also at her hand who cut the cord from around my neck before first breath,
before first breath long before touch of 'droid, and exhale, calm, watching...,
even then, not looking or longing for shoreline, comfortable in my element,

'droid and water, tools at either hand, English my real handmaid to be sure,
...not the eldress.

--RK, 8:51pm, 12/30/2013

Poker Face

     Inspired by Lady Gaga, 'nuff said

Long practiced, they see nothing of me, unknowing.

As hard as I've tried, it's not my poker face.

So, awonder, I don't understand from here.

Nothing I can do, I've tried it all, every tack.

Still, I'm invisible, indivisible, indistinguishable,

undistinguished from their dark corners,

bright places they've never seen of life within,

the only place of life's light, unseen of them.

Their poker faces harder than carborundum,

'promise' of graphene hard aheel, tracing,

tracing cut lines across my countenance unseen,

never to be seen, though I've tried all my life

watching multitudes stumble around in steel of dark.

--RK, 10:37pm, 12/11/2013