Category: Poetry

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~

we the people
and I’m talkin’
all of the people
are a hood
of
brothers and sisters
regardless
of
color or belief
that culture
or tradition

we the people
want to survive
go on and be
someone
and do things
that is worth while
for all humanity
being a contributor
to the whole purpose
of
the world
not only ourselves
my brothers
and my sisters

~  it’s in the hands
of
we the people
and that’s ‘no brag
just fact’……..

Words by  ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

we were friends….

at least
I
thought so  ~

until you
abruptly
dismissed me
without notice
as unwanted food
gotten rid of
like garbage
down the sink’s
disposal
and yet…
if you had cared  ~
you’d have noticed
I’m not some
inanimate object
created for
your service
to be cast away
at your whim…..
but……
I’m
a human
with feelings
who could suffer hurt
undergo
the torment
of emotional pain
from such
a thoughtless
seemingly narcissistic
act of abandonment

we were friends….
at least
I
thought so  ~

so I thought
you should know

Words by  ~Keith Alan Hamilton~