Author: ~Keith Alan Hamilton~ (~KAH~)

the humanness

greatness,
now that’s a tad
unfamiliar
to us the common
the everyday kind
you know
walking down the street
no different than
anyone else
blending into the crowd
being like the rest
doing the best you can
nothing special
nothing defined
out of the ordinary
to set oneself
from the lackluster norm
just living as you can
or how you may   ~
unless you choose
otherwise
like a beacon in a storm
giving yourself
over to a purpose
some cause
living it passionately
not for the recognition
or personal gain
but for the nobility
of it all
motivated by
the humanness
rather than
the greatness

peace out

Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

indifference that scourge

the people want peace
hope and pray for it
and yet it does not come to pass   ~
tension always there
among the people
conflict kept under oath
waiting for a reason to escalate   ~
negotiation and compromise
only the bandage
for those deep wounds
bloodied by hatred
never quite stopping to seep  ~
wherefore peace
as the outcome of resolution
becomes only some illusion
like the mask to cover
the underlying indifference   ~
indifference that scourge
culturally embedded and fed
spreading its affliction
throughout
and about
those concerned
as if to become inherent   ~
the byproduct
emergent to conflict’s sway

“It’s hard to negotiate a lasting peace between individuals or groups in conflict, if indifference not peace is the underlying objective among all those concerned.”

“Seemingly due to feelings of intolerance, indifference tends to set into the psyche, if a person’s expectation for positive change does not occur within the time period they’ve allotted.”

peace out

Words by    ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

darkness descends

darkness descends
as a fog upon mind
pervasive and murky
forlornly stirring
emotive tidal waters
beyond a breaker’s
dissipative efficacy
ensued by time
transformed either
as the void enabling
listless apathy
or a recuperative
reservoir for healing
bestowing hiatus
until mental integrity
transcends into
a brighter resilience
fading awareness
as to the dark’s
depressive activity

peace out

Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

cringe ~ cliché

I’ve heard it said,
“poetry on why you write poetry”
can make a person
want to cringe
as well as using clichés
unless determined
by the THEM   ~
to be used in some unique way
guess
when I use a   ~   ‘squiggly‘
being me,
a poet of individuality
distinctively augmenting
the flow spewing my inter-voice
is like that overused saying,
“fingernails on a chalkboard”
to THEM   ~   poetry critics   ~
if you say so,
whatever   ~
if poetic word is not   ~
exploited to self-portray the act
the doing of the poetic experience
what a disfavor to the flavor
the embodied essence
entwined within the poetic form   ~
creativity’s originality
expressed individuality
brought forth from within
words of thought
enmeshed
brewed
with the tang
the twang
of linguistic mannerisms
tempered with the humdrum of cliché   ~
only to be exposed by some
as if a deficient use of poetry
tainted during dearth rubbed off
while living among   ~
them people
the everyday
kind of folk   ~   cringe

“My poetic words of thought embody creativity’s originality brought forth through a process of expressed individuality; appreciatively though, my poetry is also socially embedded with the linguistic mannerisms that are representative of the everyday kind of folk of which I’ve experienced life.”

peace out

Words by    ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

if We the people had

how so much more
so much fuller
so much better
could and would life be

if only, yes if only
if We the people
had
information
right there
before us
to learn
to readily become
better educated
experiencing more fully
the individuality of
an enriched curiosity
and the treasures
that creativity bestows   ~
if We the people
had
transportation
to go here and there
wherever needed
or especially wanted
increasing productivity
and promptness
not only in work
but in play as well   ~
if We the people
had
health care
to assist and to mend
bringing healing
and hope to all those
from the young to the old
brightening spirits
through the
lessoning of worry
as to ache and pain   ~
if We the people
had
housing
a place to live
get a way from it all
a safe haven
where everyone
can find rest
and be rejuvenated
children can be encouraged
and nurtured
by experiencing
the family bond
if We the people
had
energy
at everyone’s
beck and call
at one’s disposal
adding to the ease
the convenience
allowing for the time
for those things deemed
more important
more special
worthy or valuable to
the living of everyday life

how so much more
so much fuller
so much better
could and would life be

if only, yes if only
if We the people
had
if all these things
information,
transportation,
health care,
housing
and energy   ~
were to the people
more freely assessable
and affordable
wherefore overtime
if We the people
given the chance
the opportunity
for the people
to become less needy
to become
not so much the taker
however more
the contributor
whose acts
whose deeds
whose novelty
sweat,
blood and tears
became known
as what was those things
brought forth
as beneficial for
the people by the people
thereafter helping
to sustain and preserve
the survival of the people   ~
rather than
instead of all these things
information,
transportation.
health care,
housing
and energy
remaining
going on being
centered around
squandered away
during the pursuit
that quest
called self-interest
for only the personal gain
only the prize
acquired by the select
the fortunate
given as a birthright
to the privileged few

peace out

Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

as if I’m someone in death

I’m not real needy anymore
don’t really need to be cuddled
better not to hold me to tight
making me feel caged in   ~
I’ve got things to do
places to see,
learn and know what I can
maybe give more than I took
before the darkness sets in   ~
I have changed with age
judging and forgiving others
not high on my list
listening and understanding
brings way more release
more relief I’ve found within
the process of acceptance   ~
I’ve grown tired of the IQ kick
whether da Vinci, Einstein
or Shakespeare
were more intelligent
who freakin’ cares
one thing is for sure
they all had the gift of curiosity
to know living and then create
what’s novel through individuality   ~
I’m in older years being me
not someone lost in the crowd
daily putting in my time
captivated by the wave of norm
like that complacent drone
begging a fraction of self-worth
some mention of once was
briefly remembered
as if I’m someone in death

peace out

Words by    ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

self-realization begins

suspended aimlessly
deep within
a pool of despair
drunk as an alcoholic
longingly dependent
upon that drink
despite the ill effect
called hangover
so knowingly
filled with melancholy   ~
despairingly trapped
within a cycle
habitual in behavior
through time
irrational and emotional
mind paralysis
destructive in mood
helplessly awaiting
wanting release
a break in the pattern
from this recurrent
dismal quandary
bent on achieving
a self-disapproval   ~
repressed perilously
suppressed within
from a hell-bound guilt
kindled subconsciously
on a façade
that reinforces
self-replicating doubt
fostered endlessly
during the throws
of collective influence
with its derivative
socially embedded
conditioning
postulating deviation
as an abnormality   ~
bombastically flogged
within passivity
bewildered
perplexed
as to the complex
process of chaotic mind
feeling downtrodden
at rock bottom
self-realization begins
from undergoing
the lived experience
the mental
the emotional
the spiritual
and the physical
degradation of it all
self-disillusion
cleanses by purging
oneself of its guilt
leaving nothing else
but self-acceptance   ~
freeing self-inhibitions
overtime within
the tutorship
of self-acceptance
enhancing willpower
to rise above the fray
using self-empathy
by learning
through knowing
self-acknowledgment
self-understanding
and self-compassion
coming to self-realize
that a jacked-up mind
always thinking
never wanting to rest
cyclically undergoing
highs and lows
ups and downs
eventually
spiraling down
crash landing
from exhaustion
splashing
sinking into
suffering for awhile
a depressive slump
a certain moodiness
after a relentless
firing of circuitry
during your own
process of mind
inside your brain
is nothing other than
a progressively
intelligent
self-evolution
self-accepted for now
as one’s very special
yet somewhat different
abnormalities normality

peace out

Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~