Category: Book – Peace Out Poems for Jason

the way things seem to be….. whatever !

A part of the Muse Series and dedicated to my Son, not only my muse, but my hero and teacher for his courageous day to day struggle with Hydrocephalus or called “water on the brain.” Soon to be published ….. Peace Out Hydrocephalus !

darkness descends

darkness descends
as a fog upon mind
pervasive and murky
forlornly stirring
emotive tidal waters
beyond a breaker’s
dissipative efficacy
ensued by time
transformed either
as the void enabling
listless apathy
or a recuperative
reservoir for healing
bestowing hiatus
until mental integrity
transcends into
a brighter resilience
fading awareness
as to the dark’s
depressive activity

peace out

Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

cringe ~ cliché

I’ve heard it said,
“poetry on why you write poetry”
can make a person
want to cringe
as well as using clichés
unless determined
by the THEM   ~
to be used in some unique way
guess
when I use a   ~   ‘squiggly‘
being me,
a poet of individuality
distinctively augmenting
the flow spewing my inter-voice
is like that overused saying,
“fingernails on a chalkboard”
to THEM   ~   poetry critics   ~
if you say so,
whatever   ~
if poetic word is not   ~
exploited to self-portray the act
the doing of the poetic experience
what a disfavor to the flavor
the embodied essence
entwined within the poetic form   ~
creativity’s originality
expressed individuality
brought forth from within
words of thought
enmeshed
brewed
with the tang
the twang
of linguistic mannerisms
tempered with the humdrum of cliché   ~
only to be exposed by some
as if a deficient use of poetry
tainted during dearth rubbed off
while living among   ~
them people
the everyday
kind of folk   ~   cringe

“My poetic words of thought embody creativity’s originality brought forth through a process of expressed individuality; appreciatively though, my poetry is also socially embedded with the linguistic mannerisms that are representative of the everyday kind of folk of which I’ve experienced life.”

peace out

Words by    ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

if We the people had

how so much more
so much fuller
so much better
could and would life be

if only, yes if only
if We the people
had
information
right there
before us
to learn
to readily become
better educated
experiencing more fully
the individuality of
an enriched curiosity
and the treasures
that creativity bestows   ~
if We the people
had
transportation
to go here and there
wherever needed
or especially wanted
increasing productivity
and promptness
not only in work
but in play as well   ~
if We the people
had
health care
to assist and to mend
bringing healing
and hope to all those
from the young to the old
brightening spirits
through the
lessoning of worry
as to ache and pain   ~
if We the people
had
housing
a place to live
get a way from it all
a safe haven
where everyone
can find rest
and be rejuvenated
children can be encouraged
and nurtured
by experiencing
the family bond
if We the people
had
energy
at everyone’s
beck and call
at one’s disposal
adding to the ease
the convenience
allowing for the time
for those things deemed
more important
more special
worthy or valuable to
the living of everyday life

how so much more
so much fuller
so much better
could and would life be

if only, yes if only
if We the people
had
if all these things
information,
transportation,
health care,
housing
and energy   ~
were to the people
more freely assessable
and affordable
wherefore overtime
if We the people
given the chance
the opportunity
for the people
to become less needy
to become
not so much the taker
however more
the contributor
whose acts
whose deeds
whose novelty
sweat,
blood and tears
became known
as what was those things
brought forth
as beneficial for
the people by the people
thereafter helping
to sustain and preserve
the survival of the people   ~
rather than
instead of all these things
information,
transportation.
health care,
housing
and energy
remaining
going on being
centered around
squandered away
during the pursuit
that quest
called self-interest
for only the personal gain
only the prize
acquired by the select
the fortunate
given as a birthright
to the privileged few

peace out

Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

as if I’m someone in death

I’m not real needy anymore
don’t really need to be cuddled
better not to hold me to tight
making me feel caged in   ~
I’ve got things to do
places to see,
learn and know what I can
maybe give more than I took
before the darkness sets in   ~
I have changed with age
judging and forgiving others
not high on my list
listening and understanding
brings way more release
more relief I’ve found within
the process of acceptance   ~
I’ve grown tired of the IQ kick
whether da Vinci, Einstein
or Shakespeare
were more intelligent
who freakin’ cares
one thing is for sure
they all had the gift of curiosity
to know living and then create
what’s novel through individuality   ~
I’m in older years being me
not someone lost in the crowd
daily putting in my time
captivated by the wave of norm
like that complacent drone
begging a fraction of self-worth
some mention of once was
briefly remembered
as if I’m someone in death

peace out

Words by    ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

self-realization begins

suspended aimlessly
deep within
a pool of despair
drunk as an alcoholic
longingly dependent
upon that drink
despite the ill effect
called hangover
so knowingly
filled with melancholy   ~
despairingly trapped
within a cycle
habitual in behavior
through time
irrational and emotional
mind paralysis
destructive in mood
helplessly awaiting
wanting release
a break in the pattern
from this recurrent
dismal quandary
bent on achieving
a self-disapproval   ~
repressed perilously
suppressed within
from a hell-bound guilt
kindled subconsciously
on a façade
that reinforces
self-replicating doubt
fostered endlessly
during the throws
of collective influence
with its derivative
socially embedded
conditioning
postulating deviation
as an abnormality   ~
bombastically flogged
within passivity
bewildered
perplexed
as to the complex
process of chaotic mind
feeling downtrodden
at rock bottom
self-realization begins
from undergoing
the lived experience
the mental
the emotional
the spiritual
and the physical
degradation of it all
self-disillusion
cleanses by purging
oneself of its guilt
leaving nothing else
but self-acceptance   ~
freeing self-inhibitions
overtime within
the tutorship
of self-acceptance
enhancing willpower
to rise above the fray
using self-empathy
by learning
through knowing
self-acknowledgment
self-understanding
and self-compassion
coming to self-realize
that a jacked-up mind
always thinking
never wanting to rest
cyclically undergoing
highs and lows
ups and downs
eventually
spiraling down
crash landing
from exhaustion
splashing
sinking into
suffering for awhile
a depressive slump
a certain moodiness
after a relentless
firing of circuitry
during your own
process of mind
inside your brain
is nothing other than
a progressively
intelligent
self-evolution
self-accepted for now
as one’s very special
yet somewhat different
abnormalities normality

peace out

Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

look at me

look at me
my outward contour
the physical me
how I move my body
how I speak my words
how I try hopelessly
to sit quietly, alone
yet mumbling to myself
or how I try in vain
to stand upright
and still
forlornly,
begrudgingly
while I practice the art
revealing my unique
style of relinquishing
rebelliousness
to the subduing hands
of social conformity
momentarily
seconds,
right before I say
the hell with this
damn it all,
I’m fuckin’
out of here    ~
peer then into my eyes
for one little moment
through the window
noticing my mind
me thinking
thoughts
spinning like a top
twirling,
whirring
as if some blender
programmed forever
just to churn away
on and on
seemingly resistant to
side stepping
along the way
apparently in avoidance
to that unidentifiable
insipidly bland
swamp of puree   ~
then go deeper
listen to
my heart beat
its bloody rhythm
its heartfelt concern
not entirely for me
but that circulating
care and hope
throughout me
brewing in my veins
wanting the best
the most possible
to happen,
to come about
for all things
for all else
whether it be
the living
or the nonliving
within the physical
or the nonphysical
so deemed as Nature   ~
seeing then more of me
than my shell
wherefore
feeling my energy
the vibrancy held
as me, individualized
beneath the glow
of my human aura
and yet only
viewing a glimpse
a brief snapshot
of my body
of my character
of my spirit
of my soul
me being as I am
living my journey
not the whole
the totality
or my complete life
just teeny little,
tiny bits
as fragments
left there behind
before everyone
who wants to know
who I was
who I came to be
who I now am
as I live, lived
and will continue to live
my life, my way
within the space of
my time
living among and together
with everything
I experience as all else
when and while
all else looked at me

peace out

Words by    ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

Mystic Philosopher

me that mystic philosopher
I’m more an individualist
apparently, the trait
is not inherent
or embodied within
my genetic disposition
~    to be the follower
that wannabe disciple
searching for some
teacher or teaching
as if that’s
the only way to
experience
the journey of
enlightenment   ~
seemingly so,
during this
thought process
of my more
individualistic path
does find its focus as
related to being alive
~    therefore and therein
my lived experience
and the lessons learned
from sharing space
with all else on earth
all that is manifest
within my existence
being as such
perceived by me
as a whole system
that’s systemically linked
like the web of a spider
embracing in its totality
my physical reality
of which makes me
very spiritual
and yet I’m not religious
~ ~
while being this
so-called mystic philosopher
my lived experience
as previously mentioned
is one known by me
through the perspective
discovered by living process
the human process
known to some as
reflective consciousness
that cognitive capacity
to not only be self-aware
when thinking,
but also   ~   being able to
self-evaluate
the thoughts
and experiences
one   ~   as an individual
being dependent upon
embodied
and embedded influences
may or may not have   ~
wherefore during
the spiritual process
my mysticism
as this thinker
I,
this conscious being
a self,
thinking my thoughts
as self-realized
by me
within the bodily
stricture
inherent to
living
human energy/matter
~    I bring forth
an enactive,
emergent and
self-centric process
from this self-oriented
perception and perspective
as an individual   ~
that’s alive in
three-dimensional space
through time
doing so within
my experience of living
by way of an
intelligently
progressive
learning process
of self-interaction
~    a self-comparison
while I associatively relate
through cognition
intellectually,
objectively, subjectively,
intuitively, emotively,
empathically,
and psychically
with everything else
everything else,
coming to be known by me
to be a part
or as interrelated,
interconnected,
and interdependent
to me    ~
no matter how subtle
the inference made
as well as,
apparently   ~   to all else
happening, yes occurring
during my physical,
mental, emotional
and spiritual experience
whether if,
living or not living
and yet,
systemically existent
to my   ~
self-perceived reality
~ ~
yes   ~   my self-perceived
reality as me
that mystic philosopher
through this process
~    the process of mind
intrinsic to, entwined in
the process of life,
cognition,
within it’s higher
human capacity
reflective consciousness
I then   ~   as a self,
during awareness
and evaluation
as a part of   ~
my lived experience
come to know
the unfold and enfold
of systemic processes
as revealed to me
only after much   ~
struggle through effort
within the process of
thinking my thoughts
as intelligently
perceptive insights
~    insights into
the process of   ~
dynamically stable,
characteristically
identifiable
and transitionally
recurrent patterns
of systemic order
~   that systemic order
which is,
recurrent in pattern
as subjective aspects
comprising the systemic
web of the living
and the nonliving
~    portions of a totality
as a physical
and whole system
exhibiting chaos
within the   ~
complex layers of order
that all   ~   somehow
assemble together
like some gigantic
Rubik’s cube
~    I   ~   as me,
a self,
an individual,
who during self-perception
with and among the many
me that mystic philosopher   ~
I attempt in all humbleness
to express through
and within
my various styles,
my words of thought
~    what I,
so dare to call
my reality with others
as being,
holistically,
well   ~
I’ll just say it, Nature

peace out

Words by    ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

Rev. 6/24/2023

I see before me

I see before me
the clouds
floating about
the deep blue sky
along the horizon
saturated with
golden rays of sun
shedding light
upon the waters
feeding the tributary
of which
brings nourishment
to the land`
the ground
of dirt and rock
above
and beneath
where vegetation
like the tree has root
helping to oxygenate
all those creatures
with a capacity
for the breath of life
who continually
self-produce in kind
so to replenish
those lost to death
to fulfill a purpose
a need with a will
that’s fighting
and struggling
only to be
for that reason
having the want
this spirit to survive   ~
therein
as to this spirit
its wanting
and all I perceive
I see before me
that why
the how come
for all this living

peace out

Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

just because

no matter if my spirit
wanders with a desire
for independence
to be free
like the eagle
soaring about
the mountain top
becoming the master
of the wind   ~
in spite of my spirit
not having this need
a yearning
to be coddled
as if some baby
birthed unexpectedly
from the comfort
of a mother’s womb
suddenly sensing
abandonment‘s
bare insecurity   ~
regardless if my spirit
fills my body
to the brim
sort of like water
within the glass
waiting to sustain
a thirst from exploits
of which
through sheer will
has hopefully given
more to others
than what was
taken to quench
personal cravings   ~
just because

just because my spirit
stirs in such
a manner
not so unlike
the explorer
seeking to uncover
to discover
the hidden
mysteries of Nature
not for the fortune
or the fame
rather for
the advancement
the future
betterment of all
doesn’t mean
I have not a wanting
to be the giver
or the receiver of love   ~
just because

just because of my spirit
I have yet
to really know
to discover
“the love”
that one
like the round hole
as the augmenter
for the square peg
that not only
receives my love
but a love
that is interested in
the loving of my spirit   ~
just because

peace out

Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~