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

new year

like a stick used
to draw a mark
on the sand
as a remembrance
of its creator’s
purpose
at its completion
the calendar
takes on
a similar role
each year
and then
is reborn
on January first
given the task
to plot out
a potential course
for the willing
all those
who wish
and hope for
a chance to live on
having this want
to become
do more
and to better
the past year
left behind
within the pages
of time
known
forevermore
as days gone by
no longer the days
of the new year

peace out

Words by    ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

a place called Freeland

I grew up in the USA, the state of Michigan
with my mother and father, sister and brother
me, I was the second born that middle child
we all lived together in an area called Freeland
a place not populated enough to be a village
being an unincorporated community, listed as
some census-designated place located within
the central portion of Tittabawassee Township

Our home then was located on Carter Road
about two miles away from Tri-City Airport
now MBS, we were surrounded by farmland
farmed mainly by those of German ancestry
not unlike my mother’s side of the family
German/Polish from the Kingdom of Prussia
land was divvied into four mile squares of road
bumpy log roads layered with tar and gravel

Life was filled with various sounds and smells
noisy equipment, smelly fertilizers and yes
when the winds were right that unmistakable
undeniable aroma of cow pies and pig crap
yet the railroad tracks nearby with loud trains
clanking down the tracks led to the worse smell
emanating from the Dow Chemical Company
based next to the polluted Tittabawassee River

However, it was there walking along those rails
and along the fence rows of planted or freshly
tilled fields, My Empathic Mysticism emerged
when laying in the heat of tall grasses or trudging
through patches of woods left uncut by farmers
my felt sense of spirituality within me leapt forth
while listening to a bird like the meadowlark or
just bending over to smell the cool damp ground

At these moments I felt the oneness with all Nature
feeling some interconnectivity or interdependence
sort of this systemic interrelationship with all else
me relating to all else embodied this whole system
as if one as a totality interacting as Nature’s process
causing me to experience a wholeness as a mystic
bestowing me with fresh intelligently progressive
and perceptive insights, all in a place called Freeland

peace out

Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

self discovery of life

I’m sort of out of sync, not quite in harmony it seems
As far as normal, I’m the abnormality living in the norm
Mere torture for me to sit still or even try to still my mind
Thinking always, perhaps from the sheer wonder of it all
Others see me as a rebel or lost, not having a set way

But I don’t see reality as being preset as if pre-given
A life not fixed gives hope; variability in life can bring joy
Constantly thinking doesn’t make all of my thoughts in vain
Frustration, worry, anxiety and stress in thought, I accept
I cope by thinking of reality as intelligently progressive

self discovery of life due to a sense of wonder can bring hope and joy
although much struggle through effort within thinking may be needed

~peace out~

Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~ (~KAH~)

ordinary person

I’m just an ordinary person
coming from the everyday ilk
nothing real fancy about me
plain
born like a mutt
fed upon survival
as far back as the Viking,
called
Bernard the Dane,
they’ve said
invading Normandy and then
as a Beaumont to conquer England
later fleeing to Scotland, only too
fight in the War of Independence
alongside Bruce,
as a lowland family
descending overtime, becoming
the Hamilton’s of Cambuskeith

1729 was the year, Glasgow the port
a ship called Diligence,
my ancestors
left for a so-called New World
eventually,
docking at some place
a part of New Jersey, my ancestors
headed to the wilderness
from there
planting roots
in northwest Pennsylvania
cleared and then farmed the land
while being some sort of Indian fighter
fought in the French and Indian
and the Revolutionary wars,
overtime
becoming Americans,
later expanding
to Michigan and beyond,
marrying into
the Germans, the Polish, the Irish
the Swedish, the English, the French
the Canadians, the Chippewa and so on

All making my spirit within
about everyday
common, the family, freedom
equality
and the rights of the individual
inspiring my words as a poet,
born from
normalcy,
the struggle over oppression
servitude, persecution,
poverty and death
to speak out, to defend,
to remember
to honor,
all those who came before me
and all those
that will follow thereafter
as to them being just them
and me being
just me,
ordinarily and commonly,
being of
the everyday ilk, a Hamilton

peace out

Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

learnin’ ’bout freedom

listenin’ to Tom Petty
travelin’ the highway
headin’ north in Michigan
goin’ with wife & kids
feelin’ free yet not alone
drivin’ my white 76’ Camaro
sportin’ a 350 cu in under the hood
boastin’ chrome headers & side pipes
runnin’ wide tires, mag wheels
havin’ a spoiler on the back
remeberin’ the early 80’s
learnin’ ’bout freedom

peace out

Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

Nature speaks

out in a meadow
atop a mountain
next to a brook
far into a forest
way up in the sky
down in the sea

on a distant star
a faraway galaxy
in a black hole
even a wormhole
a speeding comet
lunar dust too

whether macrocosm
or microcosm
atomic or
subatomic
the conscious
or subconscious
matter or spirit

through intuition
feelings or dreams
psychic experience
all perceived senses
or just thinking

signs everywhere
as in messages
omens, symbols
and archetypes
information
stored in energy
the language
Nature speaks

Words by    ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

the butterfly

out there in the meadow
is the butterfly
a wonderful creature
dancing in the wind
elegantly
like a ballerina
but choreographing
it’s own thing, floating freely
hither and thither,
everywhere, nowhere
seemingly without restriction,
a butterfly
uniquely
and individualistically
being itself
while still
an aspect of Nature,
a part of all else
and yet the beat of its drum
its rhythm, different, while
adapting to its surroundings,
however
not so lost
in the minutia
to go unnoticed
confident in flight,
effortlessly in transition
typifying for all else
the way to move along

peace out

Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

I don’t need anyone

I don’t need anyone to love
only be loved and I’ll love
I don’t need anyone to care
simply care and I’ll care
I don’t need anyone as a friend
just a friend and I’ll be a friend
I don’t need anyone to stay
merely stay and I’ll stay

I don’t need anyone
and yet be someone to me
I’ll be someone to you
with no need for anyone else

peace out

Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~