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

I’m nothing more
than me  ~  everyday
of common birth
and doing it my way
as only I could do it
the best I can  ~
freely
independently
~  distinctly
from all the rest
of my kind  ~
the humankind
maybe  ~
not in bodily form
but through
characteristics
reflecting my soul
the very essence
molding my being
into who I am
and what I’m yet
to be  ~  nothing
more than me

~ ~

~  do you see me
~  do you hear me
~  do you feel me
~  do you get me
as far as  ~
my contribution
to the mix of all else  ~

~ ~

if so or if not
whatever  ~
yes  ~  I can tell
I’m me  ~
a little different
from you
in spite of any
way of belief
or national stigma
breeding
social inhibition
packaging
my acts  ~  my living
conditions  ~
my ills
into some box
that’s deserving
of any scourge
labeled upon me  ~
I will go on
not as a victim
even if  ~  death
is prematurely
knocking at my door
~  I’ll live
~  I’ll contribute
~  I’ll die
like any human
~  I’ll matter
till the end
~  I was
’cause
that’s
the spirit
birthing change
~  I’m me

Words by  ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

fuck that
I ain’t
gonna let
despair
define me
‘cause
I got
this thing
called
livin’ to do
before
darkness
really
sets in
I’m gonna
dance in
the light
until I can’t
no more
when a smile
has become
the only
thing
my face
does know
do you hear
that  ~
fuckin’
despair

“Today I told despair to fuck off with a smile.”

Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

a dark cloud
floating
about my head
wanting
to envelop
my spirit
with a gloom
so thick
and weighty  ~
my soul
would go limp
feel of no use
where purpose
has no reason
as if  ~
ludicrous
and beyond
any hope
from the light
of imagination
and yet  ~
this bleakness
has no
lasting
affect
upon
the fire  ~
the passion
sustaining
my heart  ~
fueling it
to burn
from hope
stoked with
the light
of imagination
not willing
to give way
make room for
a dark cloud
freely floating
about
my head

“The hope given from the light of imagination keeps that dark cloud with its gloom from freely floating about my head.”

Words by  ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

same old shit
day after day
pure tedium
sunrise  ~
sunset
tide in  ~
tide out
recurrent
patterns
of process
everywhere
~  whatever
Pd ’s
favorite
expression
of mine
oh well
at least  ~
I’m alive
and kickin’
to the same
old rhythm
of life
rising again
and again
keepin’
that fuckin’
angel of death
on hold

~  same old shit
thank you

“Today, as with yesterday
one thing is for sure,
I’m alive and kickin’
to the rhythm of life
and the angel of death
can wait yet another day.”

Words by ~ Keith Alan Hamilton~