~ I do believe

within your formation
way  ~  way up in the sky
I feel this release…  this affirmation
that brings the assurance
despite the cloud of despair
so ever prevalent  ~
I can rise above the malcontent
and become something more
something well worth the effort

~ I do believe
I really do  …..

Image &Words by  ~Keith Alan Hamillton~

the focus

beyond the twisted guardrail …..
symbolic of the turmoil
caused by inhibition
confused at times
as this needed safeguard
against the evils of the world
~   although
such fears …….
thought to be self-protective
……. disrupt the process
of seeing the full scope of reality  ~
where limits
are placed ….
blinders become worn
like the racehorse
manipulated
around the track …… yep  ~
the focus
of life is narrowed
not so unlike
the effect
upon
perspective
by trees
grown
along
the edge
of an
aque-
duct’s
green
grass

Image & Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

boundaries of my existence

at times it is hard to know one day  ~
one moment of what lies beyond
the window……   outside the realm
of my present circumstance
shall I see my dreams
come true
or will I choose to find comfort
within the shadow of my abode
never to have taken the chance to test
the boundaries of my existence

Image & Words   ~Keith Alan Hamillton~

blue lit sky…..

a touch of cloud across the backdrop
of a blue lit sky…..   daybreak calls
the sleepy soul to arise  ~  get ready
’cause there are things to do
before dusk falls into night
where the sound of the snore
takes precedence
over……..
the coyote howl
and the hoot of owl

Image and Words   ~Keith Alan Hamillton~

doomsayer

through the window….  as the sun
goes down  ~  I think of endings
like day turns to night
the year to the conscious mind
must realize its passing
and at times for some
to the point
where imagination
takes over reason…  magnifying
the simplicity of a calendar
into something more than it is
doomsday and apocalypse
seem quite possible
and yet…..
at the predicted end of days
tomorrow happens
….  life in its essence
which includes humanity
goes on and on

peace out doomsayer

we’ve still got livin’ to do

Image & Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~
December 31, 2012

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another day….

another day….  another sunrise
another turn in the road
another mile driven
what will be new  ~
what will be different
what will be remembered
what will be significant
how I hope….  how I dream
how I think about reality
how I live….  another day
is really my choice

peace out….

Image & Words by  ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

collectable

in my twenties
I used to think
how in the hell
can
anyone
be out of shape
geez  ~  I was
a little vain
don’t you think……
…..in my fifties
there are days
after work
I feel like
I belong in
an antique store
~   you would say
with a smile
my muse
I’m old   ~
one thing
is for certain
I surely don’t feel
like a collectable

Image & Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~
— at Galveston Island, Texas wih family.

Feelings Change

like the seasons   ~
feelings change….  so it seems
or at least for some
how they feel for another
can go from once being hot
to the frigid cold
and so it may be with you and me
or at least for one of us
who wants to say goodbye
but for some reason just can’t
maybe to save face
I don’t know for sure

all I know is feelings have changed
I feel I have been judged…  labeled
put out in the cold
sentenced to do time
out in the proverbial pergola
which due to conditions
is not fit for survival
until I give up and then walk away

it has been said  ~  “if you love something,
let it go… If it comes back to you,
its yours forever. If it doesn’t,
then it was never meant to be.”

I don’t believe that to be true….
if you love someone
you never want to let go….
your intent is to keep trying
you don’t let judgments
and the assigning of labels
get in the way
ruin what you have
never able to look past
imperfections
be able to forgive
if you stay true to your heart
despite what happens
in the end
no questions
remain unanswered
you know you gave it your best
but that’s me  ~  it may not be you

if so….  just say goodbye
’cause I never will
if you want to walk….  walk
I can learn to live with
“it was never meant to be.”
as far as how you see it

like the seasons  ~
feelings change……   so it seems

Image & Words by  ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

compost

so many secrets
hidden below
this snowy white
landscape….  posing
under a blanket
of purity
where deficiency
is subconsciously
buried so deep
within mind…  refuge
sought
behind
a fortified
rock wall
yes   ~
snug as a varmint
in its hole
layered by stone
this recurrent
phase locking
pattern
of habitual
inhibitions
never wanting
exposure
~   especially
to that one person
who lovingly cares
who would
listen
without judgment
who would
help to set free
this burden…   tossing it
up and away to
the sun
warmed
air
to float
above the frozen hell
of entrapment below
until it dissipates….
enfolds back
into the realm of ether
rather than being
left unspoken
further complicated   ~
suppressed by
a depressive disposition
without
any hope
for healing the soul

how sad….   not even
able to find some solace
in a compost container

Image & Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~