Category: Book – Peace Out Poems (with Images) about My Abnormalities Normality

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~

life seemingly   ~   without fail
throws out challenges
those trials and tribulations
of which set before
the human being
plenty of obstacles
as if holding forth a chance
for choice    ~   whether to
keep ascending
or give up through descent
sort of like a climber
going up the rock’s face
hopefully    ~   by way of effort
and much sweat
becoming uplifted
through the process of elation
when reaching the summit
forthwith    ~   filled
with remembrance
for the lessons learned
along the whole length
of the rugged journey
as well as with
that ability
yes    ~
that capability of
being able to overcome
~ ~
apparently    ~   within
the joy of exploit
the human psyche
is refreshed
~ ~
without a doubt
these struggles
may make each day
appear at times
as some rocky slope
of which if given into
can taunt and then subdue
the mood of the human spirit
pushing it close to the edge
to the very point of peaking
upon the precipice
bringing on this frantic scuttle
groping to hold on
out of desperation
~ ~
at that instance
not unlike the role of the dice
within the game of chance
there is the opportunity for
taking that gamble
~  ~
right before
the long   ~
long  plunge
into those murky waters
filled with despair
~ ~
that decision
not to dwell    ~    only
on the looming
all consuming sorrow
associated with peril
yet  too   ~
somehow feel
this ray of light
amidst the toil
and then   ~   willingly
giving this luminous beacon
a little while
to illuminate upon
the face of the soul
to afford the spirit
a gleam of hope
~ ~
therefore   ~
if for nothing else
but the motive
to cling to the wish
of some  reversal
in fate
as to the spin
within the wheel of fortune
inspiring some kind of attempt
no matter if deemed as feasible
or not   ~   to clean away
the film
spreading
ever so quickly
over the eyes
with the sole purpose
to cloud them over
with a drossy glum
~ ~
however   ~
if so given a fair try
could ignite a spark   ~   a twinkle
within the window
to the soul
energizing the mind and body
with a  rejuvenating spirit
that thusly instills
a fresh
and more optimistic outlook
on the seemingly
not so safe    ~   predicament
~ ~
wherefore   ~
maybe   ~
fracturing enough of
the apparently insurmountable
activities of being
making it all seem
as if that slope
or continuous incline
upon the path of life
to be not so formidable
so as to rise above it
and to then move past
this juncture    ~   up
that constant clambering
familiar to the human existence

peace out

Words by    ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

~Keith Alan Hamilton~

some say they are a manly man
and others say they are    ~
more the feminine man
physically
and genetically
as it affects disposition
that is all cool and such
maybe    ~
due to my
empathic sensitivity
I’m somewhere
in between……..
with that left brain
right brain thing
me   ~
I’ve never
ever
felt comfortable within my skin
being as the alien in Men in Black
tryin’
to get used to
this invaded body
of the human-kind
it’s more about the inside for me
being the internal being   ~
with feelings and felts
intuitively intermingled
with thought
where my shell
its sexual preference
has less meaning
than the worth
of my mind’s process
supercharged
with the experience of living
no matter if    ~
you get
my fuckin’ drift
or not
I’m a thinking man   ~
who
perceives and feels
physical reality   ~   intuitively
and emotively around him

peace out

Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

oh how I hate
a gloomy ….   rainy day
the feeling
it casts over me
is not welcoming
this darkness
seemingly like
a black hole
the gateway
to the void

bottomless
no way out   ~

~   believe me
I’ve tried to appreciate
a gloomy ….   rainy day
its worth
its
eternal
function
but with that said
it ain’t
never  ~  ever
gonna be
my friend

I pray for this day
to serve its purpose
and then
move on …..

peace out

Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~