Category: The Muse Series

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~

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~

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~

Me is me, I am what I am
Like me or not, I just am
Me is what I am, me being me
For who I am, that I’ll be

I’m an individual
For that’s me, that I am
Take me or leave me, I’m me
What I am I am, me I’ll be

peace out

Words by    ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

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~

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~