Poetry By: K.Poet
AND
DO I PITY
THEE?
BEE
THAT STINGS-
MEN
CRUSH THEE-
THY LITTLE WINGS
FOR
WOUNDING FLESH-
THE ARMOR
OF ALL
PROTECTION...
AH,
BUT THUS
UPON
THE NOBLEST
THE HIGHEST
OF
SUMMER FIELD
NYMPHS-
I
DO
PITY
THEE-
AND
EXTEND
MY SLAYING BLADE-
IN HONOR-
NAY!
NOT IN HORROR!
FOR
THESE MEN
WHOM TREAD
UPON LIFE'S
CREATION-
SHOULD WISH
FOR SUCH
A STING
BY
FELLOW BEE-
AND NOT
FROM
LOVE.
1987
{Message} {Radio Flyer} {A Child's Trust} {Wolf}
{Face of Humanity} {For Those Whom Have Never Loved}{Top of Page}
HEAVEN SENT
HER MESSAGE-
I AM
A SNOWFLAKE
IN THE WIND-
TOUCHED BY
THE SUN-
I MELT AWAY
ONLY TO BE
A TEARDROP-
UPON
MY MOTHER'S FACE.
1993
{Fellow Bee} {Radio Flyer} {A Child's Trust}
{Wolf}
{Face of Humanity} {For Those Whom Have Never Loved} {Top of Page}
WHEN I WAS
YOUNG-
MY GRANDFATHER FRANK
AND
MY RADIO FLYER
RODE INTO
THE SUNSET-
SOMEHOW
THEY JUST
STAYED THERE-
AND
MY GRANDMOTHER LOLA
HAD THE PRETTIEST
RED HAIR
IN ALL OF KENTUCKY-
IF I SENT
MYSELF
A POSTCARD
AT AGE 9-
IT WOULD'VE SAID-
HAVING AN INNOCENT
PLEASANT CHILDHOOD
MEMORY-
PLEASE DON'T
INTERRUPT
WITH DIVORCE-
POSTAGE DUE
AT AGE 29.
1995
{Fellow Bee} {Message} {A Child's Trust}
{Wolf}
{Face of Humanity} {For Those Whom Have Never Loved} {Top of Page}
A CHILD'S TRUST
FOR MY SOUL MATE : KARLA
WALKING
TOWARD YOU-
I COME
OPEN HANDED
WITH
THE TRUST
OF
A CHILD-
AND
AS
YOU PLACE
YOUR HAND
WITHIN MINE-
THE SUMMER'S SUN
HAS NEVER
FELT
QUITE LIKE
THIS-
NOR
HAS
MY HEART-
WALKING
TOWARD YOU
I COME
OPEN HANDED-
WITH ALL
OF WHO I AM-
THE HEART-
THE MIND-
THE SOUL-
THAT IS
OF
A TRUSTING CHILD-
WHOSE
LIPS
OF
A WOMAN
AND
WHOSE
LOVE
OF
A WOMAN
SPEAK
OF YOU-
THAT
EVEN NOW
MAKES ALL
THE SUN'S SPLENDOR
BLUSH BEYOND
COUNTLESS
SUNSETS-
WALKING
TOWARD YOU-
I OFFER
MY HAND
IN THE
GLORIOUS SUMMER SUN-
KNOWING
OF
-THIS-
DANCE
WITH ME...
HOLD ME...
WALKING
TOWARD YOU
I COME
OPEN HANDED
WITH
THE TRUST
OF
A CHILD-
AND
AS YOU
PLACE
YOUR HAND
WITHIN MINE-
I FEEL
A COMPLETENESS
SURROUNDING
MY SOUL-
THAT
I NEVER
THOUGHT
POSSIBLE-
SOMETHING
OF EMOTION
ONLY FELT
BY
THE BLESSED-
I AM
ALIVE.
1993
{Fellow Bee} {Message} {Radio Flyer}
{Wolf}
{Face of Humanity} {For Those Whom Have Never Loved} {Top of Page}
AND THE GREAT VOICE
SPOKE TO ME-
KIMBERLY...
KNOW YOUR INNER WOLF-
KNOW YOUR INNER HUNGER-
KNOW YOUR INNER STRENGTH-
LET YOUR MIND STRETCH
AROUND THESE CONCEPTS
OF WHAT PAPER
CAN FILL-
BUT NOT UNDERSTAND-
LIVE
READ
EAT
THESE WORDS-
SAVOR THEM
AS A
LAST EARTHY
MEAL-
RUN AROUND THEM-
CHASE THEM-
SEIZE THEM-
MESH WITH THEM-
AND CALL
THEM YOURS-
EXTRACTING EVERY
DESIRE-
TO BE TORN
APART-
AND DEVOURED
AGAIN, AND AGAIN-
BY
INNER WOLF-
NIGHT AFTER NIGHT-
CHASING AWAY
THE IMAGE
OF DAY-
FOR THESE
ARE ALL
IMAGES-
OF YOUR
DESIRES-
AND IT
IS BETTER
TO UNDERSTAND
THAN TO FEAR-
THERE ARE
MANY SELVES
THAT COMPLETE
THE ONE-
AND TO KNOW
THIS-
IS TO
KEEP
YOUR
INNER WOLF
AT BAY-
IN THE FORGING
CERVICES
OF YOUR
MIND-
KIMBERLY...
THE
INNER WOLF'S
STRENGTH
IS WHAT
IS CARVED
IN THE THRESHOLD
OF DESIRE-
KNOW THIS-
CONSUME THIS-
THEN PURGE
YOURSELF...
KNOWING
YOU HAVE
RUN WITH
THE PACK,
AND CAN
NOW STAND
ALONE-
WRITING
AS
YOU NEVER
HAVE-
NOR NEVER
WILL AGAIN-
ONE AGAINST
THE PACK-
SEARCHING
TO SATISFY
THE ENDLESS
NEED FOR KNOWLEDGE-
THE ENDLESS HUNGER
OF
INNER WOLF.
1999
{Fellow Bee} {Message} {Radio Flyer} {A Child's Trust}
{Face of Humanity} {For Those Whom Have Never Loved} {Top of Page}
IN THE FACE
OF HUMANITY
I SEE
MYSELF
STRUGGLING
WITH ANSWERS
CHASING QUESTIONS-
ENDLESS QUESTION-
AM I EVER
TO KNOW-
TO TRULY
KNOW-
AND
OUT OF
MY WINDOW
I SEE
THE QUIET
HOUR OF DAY-
ALL
IS SILENT-
TRANQUILITY
ENFOLDS
HER ARMS
AROUND ME-
TELLING ME
MY SEARCH
OF SELF
IS NOT
IN VAIN-
AM I
TO WAKE
TO A DREAM-
TO ENTER
REALITY?
MUST I
ENTER THROUGH
CLOSED DOORS-
TO PROVE
NO LOCKS
ARE NEEDED-
WILL THIS
WORLD
EVER
MAKE SENSE?
ARE WE
EVER TO KNOW
OURSELVES
BEYOND
FLESH AND BONE?
OR-
ARE
WE PUPPETS
FOR MERELY
A HIGHER SOURCE?
IN THE FACE
OF HUMANITY-
I SEE
MYSELF:
PART
CHILD-
PART
ADULT-
PART
BEAST-
TOGETHER
DEVILS AND ANGELS
LIVE
IN THESE HANDS-
THAT CREATE-
LOVING -
HATING-
DESTROYING-
REBUILDING-
IN THE FACE
OF HUMANITY-
I AM
THE STARVING CHILD-
WET WITH TEARS-
TIRED OF
LIFE'S
STRUGGLE STORM-
WITH ANGRY
FISTS
OF FRIGHT-
I LASH-
I LASH OUT
IN THE DARKNESS-
TO BE PROTECTED
BY
NO ONE.
WHY?
A THOUSAND TIMES
WHY?
OUT
MY WINDOW
I SEE
A MAN-
WRINKLED LIFE-
WITHERED TO DUST-
CLUTCHING
HIS SOUL
IN A
BOTTLE-
ONLY
WISHING
TO BREAK IT-
HE
IS
CLOTHED ONLY
IN EMPTINESS
AND DESPAIR-
HE
IS
MY FATHER.
1993
{Fellow Bee} {Message} {Radio Flyer} {A Child's Trust}
{Wolf} {For Those Whom Have Never Loved} {Top of Page}
FOR THOSE WHOM HAVE NEVER LOVED
WHAT IS LOVE
YOU ASK...
WHAT IS SUN
WITHOUT
TWIN MOON?
WHAT IS SIGHT
WITHOUT THE EYE
THAT BEHOLDS IMAGE?
LOVE...
THE GODS GIFT
TO HUMANITY-
THAT
WE STILL
DO NOT OPEN-
YET...
WE HAVE THE TOOLS.
WE KNOW MORE
OF FUNERALS
THEN OF
PASSION'S FIRE-
SUCH PATHETIC
BEASTS
ARE WE-
WHOM WIELD KNOWLEDGE,
YET
WEAN THE HEART-
LOVE...
IS THE LIGHT
THAT SINGS
IN MY SOUL-
BRIGHTENING
THE ALLEY WAYS
OF
PITCH SOCIETY
WITH
LAUGHING FACE.
1996
{Fellow Bee} {Message} {Radio Flyer} {A Child's Trust}
{Wolf} {Face of Humanity}{Top of Page}