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

as I sit in my old familiar chair
sipping my morning coffee
while mournfully pondering
what words seem right to write
on this day of days,
the day remembered
by many
as   ~   9/11
ever so mystically
as if preordained
by the hand of Nature
a kindly, gentle wind blew
through the front door window
stirring my downtrodden thoughts
helping me to recall a feeling
quite partial to comfort
way, way back
from my
younger years
of the times while napping
upon the bed of my childhood room
a breeze from a lazy summer day
would blow through the window
for a moment making me feel
all in life was well and secure
~    oh how I wish
on this day of days,
the day remembered
by many
as   ~   9/11
that a similar
comforting wind
of a kindly and gentle nature
surrounds all those still hurting
because of what was lost that day
on September 11th, 2001
and for a moment
no matter
how  briefly
make them feel
all in life, once again
will be well and secure

peace out

Words by    ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

my words as a wannabe
poet/writer
tell the tale of me
my story along
the journey or path
traveled as a person
I’m just one depiction
of the human-kind
nothing more
or nothing less
than ordinary
happy to be a part
of the everyday ilk
where it’s up to me
to create my individuality
doing so   ~   by writing
one word at a time
not unlike the mason
placing each brick
in its precise position
to fashion the wall
according to the design
I craft my words
as if the artisan
adding my special style
or little twist,
as the mark   ~   of my way
seemingly   ~    my muse
comes forth
while experiencing
the living of my life
as I interact
and communicate
with those by choice
who want to do so
through the commonality
shared by way of language
this is apparently
illustrated when
I choose to share
my style of words
whether poetry or prose
with another
and they so choose
to share
their style of words
with me
wherein   ~   we together
enrich each other
from within this process
very similar to,
the minerals in the soil
being dissolved
into ground water
replenished by the rains
of which feed the tree root
with the needed nutrients
we too   ~   by sharing our words
freely with one another
help sustain each other
within the cycle
of our personal growth    ~
and yet   ~   for some of us
at times,
it may seem
this act of writing
and then sharing
is not so easy
as to finding the words
and the manner
which will fully express,
translate effectively
the sense
the meaning
of what we want to say
especially so   ~   all of us
beholden to a predisposition
inflaming our inhibitions
and yet   ~   for some of us
during this struggle to write
the bringing forth
the emergence
of our thoughts into words
we feel deep within
we must go on
stay the course
remain true to ourselves
as if inherent within us
this internal drive
or a spirit with a wanting
a restless desire
possessing
this untiring
will
to
say
what we want to say
not someone else’s way
or way of saying it
but our way
our way of saying it
in spite of
what the critic,
the horde,
or “The Man” may think
we still create and write
being willing
to take the flack,
ignore the hecklers
by pressing on
‘cause we know
within our hearts
that the act of words
formed in a special way
that’s proactively said
has some merit,
a little influence
adding to the mix
within the grand scheme
comprising the flux
along with those thoughts
of collective consciousness
which someday,
may lend a helping hand
to what will sustain
and preserve us all   ~
it’s for this reason,
for living my purpose
overflowing with intent
as a wannabe
poet/writer
I have this resolve
or
will
to
say
through
my style of words
what I want to say
said   ~   my way
hopefully   ~
as motivated
from the depths
of my heart
my being able to,
freely write
and  then share
will have an effect
upon others
to do the same
yes    ~    this is my one wish
cast upon that shooting star
~     way, way
up in the sky
that herein,
through this
humble act of words
will somehow, someway
initiate the cycle
and receive the blessing
of fulfillment   ~   for which
its purpose calls forth

“I write and then share freely my words despite my inhibitions with the hope that others will write and then share freely their words with me; wherefore, creating a cyclical process of writing and sharing that will enrich the lives of all those who choose to write and then share their words freely with others.”

peace out

Words by. ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

you may think I’m Loony Tunes
but at times it seems
the Taz of cartoon fame
spun slower as a tornado
than my day of birth
spins around at cyclical speed
again and again   ~   each year
I was born on
September 23rd, 1957
at around 11:33 AM,
they say   ~

ironically
my two twin grand baby boys
were born at 11:32 and 11:34 AM
ain’t that a cool sequence of events
I was born on the 23rd
and they on the 24th
like their mommy,
my youngest daughter

ok   ~
I’ll stop with the Carl Jung
synchronicity type stuff
but hey,
it’s my freakin’ birthday
and I’ll do what I want too
well,
within the limits
placed upon my aging body
of which reminds me
each and every morning
unkindly as it is
by way of my aching,
arthritic joints
you ain’t all that
anymore
bubba   ~

maybe not,
and yet,
I spit in the face of death
once again,
over the last year
so during the next year
angel of death
don’t be sitting around waiting on me
‘cause I’ll be livin’ life to the fullest
each day I’m able
doing my thing while I can

~   buzz the fuck off
as my generation would say

peace out

Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

do you see,
smell, touch,
taste and hear
all the living
going on in life
well,
maybe
or maybe not
depending on
how distracted
you are with living
seemingly,
I can
intuitively
and emotively
sense the activity
the motion of living
or at least the memory
of its aftermath
stored in
the energy
during time
within Nature
how about you   ~
do you feel
the commotion
going on with living   ~
how about
in your dreams
or don’t you
remember   ~
we all got choices
one way or another
to pay a little more
attention to
present day living
~   and yet,
that comma is for you
Peri   ~
unless we try
other than living
in the present
to change the beat
~    try to find ways
to figure things out
for future generations
to survive
what shall we leave
for our children’s
children   ~
what shall
be remembered
by them
as to our purpose
for the living

peace out

Words by    ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

me   ~
my-self as this human   ~
I have this reflective conscious process
bodily   ~
my consciousness
is emergently self-centric in process
causing my
three-dimensional perceptiveness
to have a self-perspective
that’s human-centric as to orientation
in other words   ~
during the reality of a lived experience
that’s cognitive   ~
a process of mind entwined
with the process of life
I interact with other aspects in Nature   ~
the living and nonliving
and yet   ~
it feels inherent to be self-concerned
for my-self
as my-self being self-absorbed with my-self   ~
I as well
was born with this empathic felt sense
that’s intuitive and emotive
so I   ~
me   ~
while this individual-self  ~
I perceive beyond my-self
naturally   ~
I tend to focus more on those most like me   ~
my kind
therein   ~
my self -centric concern
with its human-centric orientation
during lived experience   ~
I perceive more fully   ~
those closest to me
overtime   ~
this perceptivity
expands from there in a humanitarian way
my human self-centric tendency
progresses intelligently
after awhile   ~
my-self as my-self   ~
socially coupling
with other human-selves   ~
sees past the humankind
as my reflective   ~
human self-centric   ~
conscious process
utilizes more fully my emergent   ~
empathic perceptivity
I   ~
reflect more empathically within my-self
my-self   ~
sees more fully in a collective-centric way
I see my-self as I see another being or self   ~
I see how other-selves
see me and how others see them-selves   ~
self-evident it does become
I see diverse interactions
between individuals
and sub-groups of individuals
perceiving this web of interrelationships
built around cognition
not only between humans   ~
but all the living and nonliving   ~
it becomes
more clear   ~
now within my-self   ~
I feel a spiritually emotive concern
for all of Nature   ~
transitonally evolving
my human self-centric tendency
expanding it beyond humanitarian   ~
to be systemically more   ~
Nature-itarian
in focus and concern

peace out

Words by    ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

each year on 9/11
and the anniversary
of the day
that brought forth
the cry
“Boston Strong”   ~
we surely remember

our fallen people
brothers and sisters
husbands and wives
sons and daughters
nephews and nieces
uncles and aunts
our civil
and military servants
our heroes
and their families
loved ones
stricken with grief
from the losses suffered
through hate filled intent
the blood drenched
act
of
premeditated
first
degree murder
rained down
from the sky
or along the side
of a street
upon the unsuspecting
and distracted people
who were nothing more
than out and about
innocently
breathing
an every day life

each year on 9/11
and the anniversary
of the day
that brought forth
the cry
“Boston Strong”   ~
we surely remember

what happened on such days
as these
was terrorism
pure and simple
not the act of war
or an “eye for an eye”
nor some God mandated
retaliation in kind
’cause of the act
of another against you

~    a clear cut distinction
must be made    ~

and shall not be forgotten
within the annuls of time
despite
the noble
and righteous objective
calling for peace
the hoped for
eradication of violence
throughout
the bloodstained earth
caused by
the evolutionary plight
of humanity
regardless of
the sanctified
justification
claimed to be found
the God given right
deemed appropriate
so to enact a cruel
and uncaring vengeance
hatefully
and wrongfully fed
by an uncivilized intelligence
who commit
terrorizing murder
by attempting to mesh
and blur
the distinction
between terrorist acts
and war …….
…..   war is not a fitting
descriptive
behavior
in defining
the character traits
of terrorism
nor in this modern world
the implied inference
to the act of battle
“The rules of fair play
do not apply in love and war.”

each year on 9/11
and the anniversary
of the day
that brought forth
the cry
“Boston Strong”   ~
we surely remember

may we learn
from our commemorations
especially so
through the horrific acts
unleashed upon us
We the people
if we blur
the lines of acts
such as the defined layers
separating
and distinguishing
murder
violence
war
and terrorism
especially
within the context
of acts
perpetrated on the innocent
those not directly responsible
to invoke
such premeditated
acts
of retaliation
by submerging them
within the complexity
of a world
still far from peaceful
to escalate
the urgency
of our cause …..
……. then due to
our haste and impatience
for wanting to bring
about a world
less violent
and more peaceful
we in the end
may not only
inhibit the cause
but also
the intelligent progression
of We the people
throughout the world
who have chosen
to believe in and support
the cooperative
process of civilization
the ideal to live
and get along
with one another
through the rules
of fair play
and how these rules apply
clearly and distinctly
with acts of terrorism
war
violence
murder
and even
the acts of love
and peace ….
~     may We the people
never fall asleep again
while doing every day things
within a world
not yet at peace
and still teeming
with the act of terrorism
an act not a part of
the more civilized
rules of fair play
but distinctly
and precisely
premeditated
first degree murder

each year on 9/11
and the anniversary
of the day
that brought forth
the cry
“Boston Strong”   ~
we surely remember

peace out

Words by    ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

if you want to accuse me
of something   ~   I’d suggest
you get your facts straight
‘cause if you don’t
you are nothing more
than a reaction prone puppet
strung along by the bias
of your peers    ~
~     for which
you find a phony comfort
as if what you think
and proclaim as truth
has some lasting value
or validity
and yet    ~
beneath the shadow
of your blasphemy
is nothing more than
a shallow minded
jealousy    ~
tormenting your  soul
to the brink of madness
so dim-witted to think
that a baseless attack
upon another’s character
this hopeless victim
of your thoughtless act
would remain silent
and unwilling to speak out
in defense    ~
to justify who they are
and to reveal the ineptitude
of your sorry ass    ~   gutless
behavior    ~   void of conscience
as well as understanding
for another human being

peace out

Words by    ~Keith Alan Hamilton~