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.”+

Orwell’s Bonnie & Clyde

     Let’s get it right this time, eh? - Live beyond it instead.

How about George Orwell, Bonnie & Clyde and time as currency?
That’s right, George Orwell, Bonnie & Clyde with time as currency.
What would you do? - I’m on the sidelines, beyond time, but you?
Would you keep the “status quo” the insanely rich do…, uncaring?

I don’t think so, but I have to ask you the question. - Would you?
I know I wouldn’t, and I knew this from the very start…, no doubts.+
This Bonnie & Clyde aren’t killed in a hail of gunfire though.
Instead they go on to rob Time’s Fort Knox. - •Oh yeah!•

--RK, 8:55pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 11/15/2015
     I’m rich because I am beyond time entirely. - •selah•+
     So, Who started our clock & Who will end it?+ - Good question, eh? - •nods•

One problem

     A very long way and a long time from home…, I watch.

You only have one problem that spoils all your plans and false hope.
I wasn’t brought here for nothing. - Merit was deemed, qualifications met.
Deeply, I suspected the probability, but I couldn’t see its long horizon.
I knew it would happen soon, and when the day finally came, I was ready.

My wife gathered my coffee cup. - I remember seeing her right ankle
as she stepped up into the kitchen,+ but I can’t remember her face.
At my old desk I laid my head down on arms folded, last soft breaths.
I remember moving upward from my body knowing all was left behind.

One of my most clear memories, perfectly familiar, unmistakable…,
but there was another, my incredibly glorious sky, a starry nebula.
Close, it almost filled the sky at night, always the same, little changed.
I’d studied it since a child, eagerly memorizing each detail’s detail,

many stars, wisps between, all mine. - Perfectly familiar, it came back
to me here on this sad, forsaken, end-time planet when I was fourteen.
Emerging in clarity from deep sleep I found my dreamself in the yard
where I grew up. - My house faced north and I looked up, northeast.

Halfway to zenith the sky was magnified by an invisible lens more
and more until I realized I was actually moving in that direction.
That’s the night I remembered…, when melancholy took me aside.
Thirty years…, I finally moved beyond, leaving its longing behind.

I’d spent a lifetime educating my local community, no fences.
My study, twelve-foot ceiling, desks all around, comfortable,
serene. - There were no schoolhouses. - I was the university.
Books shelved ten-feet high on every wall & on open cubicles.

There were no wars, just struggles with small+ industry.
A very deep pit of junk next to one factory I explored young.
It was disappointing, but I remembered the sky I’d always
see when sunset came, with it glowing brighter and brighter,

more & more glorious until twighlight’s end. - In daylight
you could clearly see its brilliant promise of deep night glory.
My mind walked that sky more than my feet walked the planet.
No wonder I spent thirty years in melancholy, longing deep,

longing for home. - I knew I had to get over it sometime.
The day finally came and I was fully free to do my job here,
yes…, here on this lost piece of driftwood in the galaxy’s
dark back corner prepared for the epicenter of time’s end.

Others, true seekers…, one here, there…, know me when they see me.
As for you, there’s only one problem…, I’m also here watching. - •selah•

--RK, 11:52pmEST (GMT -5), 11/9/2015
     Or is it your solution, if you listen…, and go within?+

Near Earth Asteroids

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--RK, 9:30pmEST, 11/8/2015 - See Also: The Whole Cloud of Asteroids around us!
     Two New Formats! - Check it out & see just how close they buzz by us, eh?+

Inscrutable?

     My efforts are to put words to the otherwise ineffable,
        to show you the way deep within…, nowhere else.

Why am I opaque to you? - Wildered+ I’m not. - I deal only in the profound.
Emotionless, impassive and dispassionate of lies, I seek only after truth.
To you I seem vacant, unexpressive, but there’s a fountain of revelation
you miss all too easily, thinking I am decidedly dark…, but not so.

Rather I am sibylline.+ - Not one to mince words, I sharpen them keenly.
From elsewhere, I grew up here, a reluctant second home, chaotic, murderous.
Not so unreadable, I’ve posted many words here…, not so unintelligible.
Still you only stand by…, watching, waiting, puzzling…, with no answers.

The answers are all within for me & you. - So you must go within as well.
Otherwise nothing I write will ever make sense and remain unfathomed.
Set your line, drop it deep within. - See its depth, unknown, but somehow
faintly remembered…, familiar. - Let it guide you deeper, nothing else will.

Raise all anchors…, leave the world far behind, for it’ll only drag you back,
back into its “comfortable” murk of guile…, serving only its own darkness.
Commit to the journey or you’ll never leave harbor’s dank & dark port of flesh.
Leave it all behind…, or you’ll never see deep beauty only found from within.

Seeing the deep beauty,+ you’ll finally, fully remember…, never lost again. - •selah•

--RK, 8:46pmEST, 11/7/2015
     Within calls, “Come to me, come to me…”+
        Remember, or fall into oblivion’s deep abyss.

Quantum Human Physics

Quantum Human Physics
You decide who I am when you look at me…, but I know better.

     My being, neither particle nor wave, you cannot know…, now.

I know myself…, imperfectly, but our Creator far better.
Unless you set aside the “personage” of flesh, no way you
can know who I am. - Sooner than you look…, I’m gone.+
Always my way, never to be seen of others+…, within.+

I seek after only our Creator’s eye, none other.
If you would see me…, you must look within.
Finding who you are: the only approach otherwise.
Yes, I’ve gone very deeply within, far beyond the world.

Why’ve you never sought to break its ball & chains?
All you have to do is leave it all behind…, within.
Make up your mind to find who you really are*, but…
never in the context of this world’s deadly guile.

Cleanse your mind/soul of its deceit…, for nothing less,
nothing less than the truth. - Otherwise you’re sidelined.
Don’t make that mistake. - Keen for nothing less than truth.
How else could anyone ever know what is real…, or not?

By now you see I had to ask the questions, the very
ones you’ve never even considered to ask of yourself.
That’s my job here on this backwater planet, in the dark
backwater of this galaxy…, the very place where it has all

come to final focus, yes, here…, in this infinite universe.
I still seek why myself…, but this is the place, no other.
I am not from here…, sent to help, as one of you, kind.
I’ve found none here who needs to be listened to…, sadly.

I’m no messiah, rather an emissary from far away, here to help
all seekers of truth & nothing less…, unto perfect freedom,
only found from deep within. --- The truth is not “out there.”
No worry for who I am “in person,” rather who you are within.

Nothing else matters…, I promise you. - •selah•

--RK, 11:34pmEST, 11/4/2015
     *It’s easier than you think. - •selah•

Let it haunt you until…

     It’s okay, let it haunt you. - It’s all true. - “Your (love is) a lie.”+

Sit down…, it’s all right. - Just watch and listen closely…, keenly.
Don’t confuse romance+ with love. - Desire+ deceives against love.
Finally…, I know she’s right. - I couldn’t turn away from her video,
not a chance. - Something told me to listen…, again, again and again.

     Lacuna Coil+ has it figured out…, no worries. - (Getting) “High won’t tell you!”+

Down from murk of “romance” it all became too clear,
and I couldn’t deny the truth of it any longer…, finally.
An heavy weight was lifted from me…, a very old one,
one which tripped up many from time immemorial, dark.

Finally free I ventured far from dark desire’s+ shore,
romance+, an ancient fleshly fantasy+, want of it gone.
It was the last ball & chain I had to break, no choice left.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“Follow me, follow me, as I trip the ‘darkness’ one more time.”+

My last resort to save our marriage, I appealed to my wife,
“Sex can’t mean anything without genuine affection.”
She decidedly ended it, giving no damn for true relationship.
This showed me the great rift+ I didn’t see before…, then.

The children suffered, but that didn’t concern her.
So, “Don't believe desire..., destiny of a lie+.”+

--RK, 11:29pmEST, 11/3/2015 - (Updated/Video Links Added - 11/14/15)
     Touch me because you care…, because you love me.
     Otherwise it can’t mean anything…, and never will. - •selah•

Predestination…, really?

--RK, 1:06amEDST, 10/31/2015
     Figure it out or bust.+

No trespassing…

     “I remember. - Don’t worry…, how could I ever forget?” - Phil Collins

There’s nowhere else to go. - What’re you gonna’ do now?
I’ve had your number so long I cannot forget it, but for…
your nefarious deeds…, and lack thereof of any good.
I see your eyes dart for cover…, but I’ve taken it out.

Just stand there, nothing you can do now…, no more.
You, nor any other had ammunition at all against beyond.
Yes…, the beyond, the spiritual part beyond the universe,
totally pervasive, locally non sequitur…, devastating.

I took down your defenses+ long ago. - And ego lost its way.
Yeah, that’s right, I had seven older brothers, knuckleheads all.
Done with their egos & mine, I ended the pecking order.
Fifteen, I’d had it with them and ended all the abuse.

I had my ego under thumb, permanently…, so I could fly,
something they had never aspired to…, their loss.
Nothing I could do. - I’d surpassed their limited sight.
I had none, for I rejected all boundaries for within.

So, what now? - Demise their own doing, among others.
Yes, among many I’ve not chanced upon, until now.
That’s right, step up. - This is no award ceremony.
To every one of you, I know you cannot answer me,

but just how is it you never knew, or even looked,
within, the only place to look…, nowhere else,
no place other of truth and nothing less, all else
in darkness…, utter…, palpable in suffocating oblivion.

I know you know what you didn’t do you should have.
You left truth alone, securely anchored, thinking
it was adrift among so much flotsom, lost…, but
somehow inside you knew better…, and didn’t listen.

I wish I could help you now, but it was you who
posted “No Trespassing” signs for all passersby,
silencing all who would approach your desolation.
Your dependence on physical senses alone has finally

found utter loss, no love for truth in you at all. - •selah•+

--RK, 10:24pmEDST, 10/24/2015 - New footnotes w/pic link to live video above.
     Your problem: You think I only multiply words for naught.
     My job: Bring truth to your own undoing you signed off on.
        I knew better than to hate you before I was born.
        You eagerly took that job long before…, egos ablaze.
        Your original problem? - Mom knew you hated the truth before you+ were born.
           [Don’t worry, if you knew the “clan” I was born into+, you’d understand.]

My resign

     “Nothing I have is truly mine.” - Dido
       Nowhere here I could ever call home. - It was locked away…, within.

My life’s for rent, but I’m not selling, nothing here my own.
No “love” for me, simple desire, the original lie, unbelieved.
Charity not lost, I pursue it deeply, no regrets…, for seekers.
Only they would understand what it all means…, deep within.

No thought of regret, I left all things…, and everyone…, behind.
Deep, great treasure was far too precious to ever lose sight of.
So I decided very young…, just eleven…, knowing very well, the path.
I knew then nothing in the world could ever convince me otherwise.

My journey deep within left life without amenity…, in my resign.
I knew, I just knew everything around me wasn’t real, not enough,
certainly never real enough for what I knew was far greater beyond.
Yes, even at eleven, I knew. - So I struck forth deep…, and high.

I knew of far greater discovery no one could keep me from finding.
My thoughts drove me deep into the journey…, none to stop me.
I had everything I needed, love for truth I received so young.
“It was just a thought, only a thought.” - My life’s not for rent.

Many I’ve found who know not its price, even for their own.
The priceless deep they care nothing for…, unconcerned.
These will only know utter loss…, until oblivion takes them.
They won’t see it coming…, their own knowing them so well.

Nothing I could do, as much as I’ve tried…, here…, now.
For many years my words have gone forth…, unto emptiness.
I left all. - Nothing here was mine nor ever my home. ----- So,
don’t lose me in the distance I stride, while you fade away.+

--RK, 10:34pmEDST, 10/22/2015
     Seek, ask & knock, but not for anything…, in this world. - •selah•