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

I refuse to play victim

I refuse to play victim
only to have its disposition
perpetuate the ill affect
laced with the toxic
despicability of the acts
forced upon me   ~
I choose to do this
regardless   ~   of its
perceived atrocity
and my lack of any choice
or power to hinder
such a heartless
orchestration of malice
yes   ~   I have chosen
as I grew into adulthood
while battling with the trials
from inhibition to spit
rather   ~   self-determinedly
and self-defiantly into
the self-destructive eye
of victim-hood   ~   so doing
with the hope and prayer
to cast forever it useless
as well as unproductive
demeanor into that faceless
vat   ~   habitually
overflowing
with the unrecyclable
waste   ~
product of the victimizer
unlike my siblings   ~
who have chosen to swim
within the cesspool of victim
I have through much struggle
walked beyond the shadow
of its impediment
unshackled   ~   liberated
humanly as possible   ~   living
a full life the best I can

peace out

Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

not enough

just enough
is not enough
I ask myself
for more   ~
more than
the usual
~    I do
and I will
wanting
much more
not only for me
for my children
and their children
to have a life
not just
for the taking
but beyond
all that   ~
living
for the giving
of much more
than received
where true
blessings
are found   ~
self-enrichment
had   ~   within
the uplifting
of others
I say   ~
just enough
is not enough
I ask myself
for more   ~
more than
the usual
~    I do
and I will

peace out

Words by    ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

remember

wonder all around me
stars, planets,
galaxies galore
even there
before me
the tree, the plant
that ground, that rock
water flowing
along its proverbial path
wind blowing about
whipping sand into a vortex
causing the wild flowers
of the meadowland
to wave an aimless tune
right there,
begging me
to notice for a time
and hopefully
to remember
that their existence   ~
was not
so unlike mine

peace out

Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

if only

If only to lift the veil
draped apologetically to mask
within the realm of darkness
the face of a soul
overflowing with a spirit
longingly   ~   waiting
to be brought to light
~   wherefore
the real character
squandered in camouflage
to gain acknowledgement
and acceptance
from the whoever’s
could now breathe fully
as with a fine wine
freed from the cork
developing more vividly
the flavor within its rarity
~    if only to lift the veil
for all those
who want to partake
and shall be forever enriched
from that taste
uniquely embodied
within the essence of being
absolutely   ~   individually
without a doubt   ~   true to thyself
genuinely   ~   who we are

~    if only

peace out

Words by    ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

the why: on summer vacation

This poem is dedicated to my muse, dearest friend and fellow artist Pd Lietz. Pd was the first artist to take a chance, have the faith and confidence to do a Image with Words collaboration with me. Not a shabby start for this small town artist from Freeland, Michigan. ‘Cause Pd Lietz is one of the greatest, highly recognized and published artists in the present day world.

on summer vacation
first week of September
the highlands
of Cape Breton
sung sweetly
to me
as if
given an angelic air
according to the wind
driven on its course
over hill and dale
~   accompanied
~   harmoniously
from the rush of sea
beating
ever so steadily
upon the ragged shore
sculptured in rocks
stenciled
with weathered
lines of character
where water and land
are roofed with
the veil of sky
not only home to
~   the cloud
~   the sun
~   the moon
but   ~    the bald eagle
neither one nor two
the many
swooping
majestically about
all the while below
the moose walks
and runs
with beige or gray
covered legs
along the zigzag path
of rugged terrain
and too
under
the same shadow
of the eagle’s wing
right off
the best kept secret
on the Cabot Trail
Meat Cove
~   the whale
breaching together   ~   freely
in synchronized swimming
purely   ~   unequivocally
breathtaking …..

~   for if I knew
the day and time
my end would come
this is where
this place
I would sit
upon the ground
on the hill
above that cove
with love one in arm
I would
without fear
face north
to peer across
the Gulf of St. Lawrence

and whisper goodbye
to Pd Lietz
my dear friend
and fellow artist
in Manitoba

I’d patiently
and peacefully
wait in silence
for my maker
accompanied by
the angel of death

it would be then
with poise
I would ask the creator

the why
~    for all this living

peace out

Words by    ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

This poem will be a part of the June edition that’s a collaboration by the 2015 Poetry Posse  – The Year of the Poet II published by Inner Child Press.   Buy your monthly copy Here: http://www.innerchildpress.com/the-year-of-the-poet.php

word images of Carolyn Srygley-Moore

each day   ~  early morn
as I awoke
over the last few years
there to greet me
like a fresh cup of coffee
were the word images
of Carolyn Srygley-Moore
jump-starting my spirit
to face whatever   ~
may or may not
fuckin’ transpire
during the hours
that lay ahead
~   that’s right
seemingly
dependent upon
the demon shadows
floating about
my fragmented mind
encouraged by a night
filled with dreams
of sweaty head torment
~   how grateful
and blessed I am
to know
as I close my eyes
once again
suspended in darkness
lurking with archetypes
assuredly to be exorcised
through a priestly
kind of ritual
as I awake
throughout the years ahead
there will be 
the word images
of Carolyn Srygley-Moore

peace out

Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

the Facebook poetry clique

as if flowing through the veins
of some Facebook poetry clique
bloody splotches…….   remnants
left behind as this reminder
that the so-called purists
are about   ~   enacting a sort of
homeostasis like refinement
in accordance to the almighty laws
supports……   holding up
the foundation
of the Holy of Holies
that inner sanctum   ~   where
the parchments of poetical tradition
lay in their sanctified form
never to be altered by the radical
disciple…….  under the cloak
of creativity
found within word artistry
which bellows from the heavens
to the defiled earth below   ~   EUREKA
similar to the Archimedes yell of old
I FOUND A WAY……..   while under
the oppression of the gods
to make my fuckin’ poetry unique
to standout as different
defiantly leaving its mark ‘~’
of individuality
on the blood stained battlements
erected by the purists
thusly   ~   instead of thus
forever changing
the landscape of the poet
to explore beyond
the walls of containment
into the land of trial and error
where discovering the unknown
saying I FOUND IT…….
~   my way   ~
how I express words…..
~   is well worth
the purist chastisement
and the abandonment
of the Facebook poetry clique

peace out

Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

I must say ~ goodbye

as I looked upon a lifeless form
once filled with the process of life
a bodily image framed
inside some fuckin’ coffin
I see neither representation
~   nor fond memory or even
significant worth
of that being I’ve known
death is death   ~  life is life
~   dammit……
where is the similarity found
between the two….   despite
if apparently linked
through the evolution of Nature’s
living and nonliving aspects
within the arrow of time……
~   whether contemplated
objectively or subjectively
more than likely
an integrated endeavor of both
this dead body
is merely
the waste product
of a being with value
that flowed with spirit
a lived   ~   experience
which from acts….
thoughts….   emotions and so forth
created physical memories

yes…..   a being’s living of life   ~

is what I vehemently
and intentionally choose
to hold near and dear
as long as I shall breathe
within the chambers
of my death defiant heart
over the remembrance of ……

as I look inside that fuckin’ coffin
it is only to this lifeless form …..
I must say   ~   goodbye

peace out

Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

my first kiss

you are my sister
the daughter
of my father’s
best friend
our bond is stronger
than mere blood
you gave me
my first kiss
from a girl
I’ve never forgotten
you’ve been
my most trusted
counselor
even when
I refused to listen
there ain’t another
in the universe
like you
which I know
all those who
know you
would agree……

thank you   ~
dear Susie
your loving spirit
rocks my world
only to be eclipsed
by my love
and appreciation
for you……

Words by  ~Keith Alan Hamilton~