~ I am here

there is not
a day gone by
where I don’t
think of
and hope for
the best
for you
and yours   ~
I do pray
you draw
strength   ~
and hope
from knowing
this of me
to push on
your way
the struggle
to a happiness
you so rightly

~    I am here
~    if you
need me

Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

walking ~ as you do

walking   ~   as you do
about the paths
of Central Park
no matter
if ever so briefly   ~
you feel free
like the birds
flying overhead
in the sky
filled with sun
or the squirrels
chasing each other
playfully   ~
immersed fully   ~
body and soul
into a game of tag
amidst the trees
~    you within
each stride   ~
every time   ~
your feet lift off
the ground
as your mind
drifts beyond
the tall buildings
which reminds you
of your surroundings
~    your whole body
through the act
found within
forward motion   ~
flows with this
sense of release
lessening   ~
those pressures
caused by
the responsibilities
you’ve taken on
without regret
upon yourself
~   all those
including friendship
you’re set on
seeing through
to the finish
like walking   ~
as you do
about the paths
of Central Park

Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

livin’ to do

that damn knee
giving me so much pain
I cuss at it,
even while I’m asleep
~    ok, I give up
I’ll give in
and I’ll get the surgery
let them scrape
those spurs clean
I’ll be the good girl
and stick to
the rehabilitation plan
doing my exercises
faithfully   ~   without
bitching to much
~    why
you may ask
‘cause I gotta teach
my buddy Keith
how to ski in Colorado
so I can fly on by him
going down the slope
spraying snow
yep   ~
all over him
only to show
that cocky newbie
he’s gotta lot
yet to learn
before I buy that home
up in the Hudson Highlands
where out   ~
in the woodlands
I’ll show that boy
how a real hiker,
doing so,
as any good teacher
would or should
when preparing
him for Turkey
you got it    ~
to get him used to
the dust
he’ll have to breathe
from trying to
keep up with me
as I trek down
the Silk Road
~ ~
~   all for, listen closely
‘cause   ~   I
still gotta lot
of livin’ to do

Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

sinus infection

fuckin’ sinus infection
pestering me
and again
throughout the year
this bug   ~
having no mercy
~    invades
my nasal passage
overloading me
with mucus
causing me to sneeze
and wheeze
plugging my ear ways
giving me a headache
making my eyes itch
~    all due to
it’s sickening
into me
~ ~
fuckin’ sinus infection
similarly acting
like that damn mosquito
trapped within the dark
of my bedroom
circling and buzzing
~    endlessly
around my head
while I cry out for sleep
I haphazardly
swat about   ~
missing it
‘cause of my lightless
and yet   ~   in spite of
my diminished state
~    it does persist
taking advantage
of the opportunity
without hesitation
or somehow inhibited
by a guilty conscience
relentlessly   ~   it goes
hovering and seeking
for that right spot
to violate me
sucking my blood
leaving with me
its dismal affect
as if some vampire
lusting for the high
had from the junky fix
~ ~
fuckin’ sinus infection
if only   ~   if only
when catching you
I could kick your ass
as you   ~   as you
continually do mine

peace out

Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

the correlation ~

as a poet   ~   I fear not
the rejection
for not attaining
a certain measure
of celebrity
among the people
as if the north star
taking center stage
shining far more brightly
than any other
celestial body
way   ~   way up in the sky
~    however
I do fear
as a person
who writes words
the loss suffered
to humanity
if artistic creations
like my style
of poetic words
must take on
a secondary role
to me   ~   the creator
~    wherefore
standing silently
within my shadow
awaiting patiently
for me   ~
campaigning for
enough popularity
as if running
for some political office
struggling for notice
within social networking hell
that damn necessary evil
before my poetic words
are given even   ~
a baby’s breath of a chance
to be read
to be heard
~    therefore and therein
I call out for recognition
for my words sake
not so much for me   ~
where they can
be published
distributed in a way
not so unlike
a Thomas Paine
pamphlet of old
and yet   ~
rather than
the printing press
a format like the internet
of which   ~
my words shall be
freely accessible
easy to search for
to find   ~
as well as
being affordable
for the people
so it is   ~   only the people
who will freely judge
the full worth
the significance
of my poetic creations
and then   ~
after undergoing
the experience
of my words
the people
if they want to
choose to
the correlation   ~   to me

peace out

Words by    ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

~ mind games

fuckin’   ~   mind games
and I do hate them
~    and yet
people being people
gotta play them
why   ~
know for sure
some people
really do like getting
other people
all fucked up
just for kicks
I guess   ~
WTF   ~
whatever   ~
floats your boat
~    however,
me   ~
I ain’t gonna
play that game
I choose
not to allow another
to fuck
my mind
as if   ~
at the national
yo-yo games
pulled about
on the string
~    only for
the amusement
willingly terrorizing
the minds of
~    unfortunate souls
more susceptible
to the ways of   ~
fuckin’   ~   mind games

peace out

Words by    ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

lips of deceit

there are those
who outwardly act
like some actor
upon the stage
speaking as if
they are kind
and caring   ~   and yet
disguised as sheep
they are actually
fuckin’ wolves
lurking about
in unseen
places   ~   where
it’s freely
without trickery
the unsavory nature
condemning them
to a life untrue
for the lies they keep
enslaving them
outwardly to pretend
like some actor
upon the stage
acting as if
they are kind
and caring   ~   and yet
they really are not
having only   ~
lips of deceit

peace out

Words by    ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

I’ve got this dream …. you’ll see

I’ve got this dream
you’ll see
a wanting
deep within me
always there
like a past life thingy
and yet put on hold
until the time
where it will
find fulfillment
but I do have
a great imagination

I want to sail
yep, at least
a 40’ Catamaran
all the way
from Boston, MA
to Leland, MI

this dream to me
seems possible
some think different
and I must admit
it is a little insane
to say the least
especially if
the waters rise
the weather
due to
climate change
as predicted
by science

I’d have to leave
Boston harbor
passing the ship
U.S. Constitution
sail around Nova Scotia
Cape Breton
once home to the
inventor named Bell
and if I had my wish
could pick
the day and time
the place
I would die
it would be
right off
the best kept secret
on the Cabot Trail
Meat Cove

then I’d go down
the well traveled
St. Lawrence Seaway
toward Quebec
and Montreal
and then it’s said
the best of sailors
have been tested
by the locks
full of tankers
and the canals
as well as,
the changing
weather of
lake Ontario
if you get past
Niagara Falls
near Buffalo, NY

let’s not forget
sailing across
lake Erie,
then north up
the Detroit river
past the
Rouge river
where my
schoolmate Jimmy
and I worked at
Ford Motor Company
a year and half ago
he passed away
oh how I miss him dearly
and I think of when
he lived in
Allen Park
the city
with one of my most
influential muses
as a poet
she now fights
the battle
against MS

as I sailed by
gently I’d wave
off in a distance
at the two houses
I owned
in Farmington
and Farmington Hills
homes where I lived
for about 15 years
with my ex-wife
and three children

after which
I’d sail on
into lake Huron
towards the thumb
past the land areas
in Michigan
and Canada
the country
my children’s ancestors
are from
on their mother’s side
of the family
how I miss
my in-laws
Papa G
and Mickey …..
my family has lived
in counties named
where my ex-wife
gave birth to our son
and Bay City
the town,
my best friend
in high school now lives
with his wife
the singer Madonna
was born there
who my girlfriend
went to high school with
back towards Pontiac
in Rochester

as I sailed on
turning to the west
I’d blow a gentle kiss
to my hometown
still to this day
my mom and siblings
live nearby
my dad has passed away
I am so glad
him and I
worked things out
as father and son
in my forties
this is also a place
filled with memories
about classmates
old friends
with names like Alan
my baseball team
Band of Brothers
and a Sister
I call Bertie
all I’ve stayed
in touch with
through the years
along with my 2nd family
the Pingel’s
love you tons
Mert and Fran
Linda and Dolly
including your
pain in the ass brother
I previously mentioned
and the daughter
of my dad’s best friend Ray
Susie …. my eternal sister
I love her dearly ~
boy do I remember
my childhood
the girl
that turned into
a beautiful woman
and mother
I will always love

eventually I’d reach
the windy
Straits of Mackinac
where thousands
of shipwrecks
boats both
big and small
have sunken to
a watery fate
deep down
at the water’s bottom
I’d sail under
Mighty Mac
that bridge my
iron-worker relatives
helped to construct
and where my cuz David
attends regularly
the iron-worker games

if that weren’t enough
the fun I’ve dream of
in lake Michigan
is about to being
along my way
to the east
I’d think inland
to Alanson
and the Crooked River
the place where
my father’s parents
owned a cottage
during my
childhood days
and what child
could ever forget
the drive-in there
with the polar bear
in the glass case
an the racing boats
flying down the river
the noise hurting my ears

as I slip on by
the mouth of
Grand Traverse Bay
I’d see before me
the Leelanau Peninsula
and soon thereafter
the Leland Marina
my destination
ever since
I left Boston
awhile ago

my mouth waters
for white fish
15 year old scotch
down at
that place
my love and I
once ate
if still there
called the Cove
but first I’ll call
my loved ones
back in Mass
and tell them
I’ve finally made it
and I’ll fly home soon
’cause my muses in NYC
and KAP
flood back into my mind
as well as my publisher
and fellow artist
“just Bill” in Jersey
my activist friend Eberhardt
and the spirit
of my comrade Dino
my artist friend Andrew
in and around Baltimore
all calling me
back to action

but before then
I’ll call an old friend
in Traverse City
to help me celebrate
because, after all
I’ve got this dream
you’ll see

peace out

Words by    ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

who I am ~ me

I am nothing but
a little portion
woven into
the magical
tapestry   ~
to comprise
all else   ~
I am nothing but
one of many   ~
many individuals
trying to know
while learning
to live
with other aspects
within the physical
whole system
of all else
called Nature   ~
I am nothing but
at least
just enough
through my way
for all else
as well as   ~   you
to discern
and appreciate
who I am   ~   me

Words by    ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

as you do


as you do
doing what
you have to
making the best
~    of it
each day
that spirit
from afar
calls out to you    ~
walk with me
walk with me
only for
a moment   ~   yes
leave behind
all else
to imagine
~    imagine
that place
full of hope
hope for
what’s beyond
~    beyond
the horizon
the clouds
~    and yet
there also
doing like
you have to
as you do
making the best
~    of it
each day

Words & Image by    ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

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