My Final Anger

By

Keith King

Fire,

This dark Flame,

Reaching up,

Skyward.

It’s raging tendrils,

Screaming,

Resonating.

Slowly leaving,

Only calm

Floating.

Creating silence,

Ashes wafting,

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Merely death,

Desolated purity.

The Chess master

By

Keith King

Beneath an oaken canopy,

Washington Square,

I’ve been there once,

New York City.

On a paved courtyard

In the middle of the park,

Close to the fountain

Shooting water into the sky.

I saw him that day playing chess alone,

I can still hear the pieces clinking,

Sliding around the board. I wonder on occasion,

What it was that caught my imagination.

I watched him, while the sun was fading.

Streetlights flickered, dealers met once again.

His singular passion, the thing at hand,

He Allowed no distraction to obscure his plan.

Every piece became a warrior,

His hand must be the kings.

Black blocks the stormy ocean,

White blocks the bridge between.

When he prepared to leave,

I could no longer quite mislead

The quiet thing inside,

That starving hungered to be free.

Jumping Spider.

By

Keith G. King

One last sunny day, it’s golden warmth on my naked skin.

I will stretch my legs one last time before I begin.

With swollen eyes and a cut out smile,

I’ve given up on all of my denial.

Your starlit eyes catch me every time,

I forgive my self for my destroying crime.

Sunlight you fall upon the smoking earth

To shake us from our sheltered berth.

Of all the things I’ve ever done,

I would not take back even one.

for all my life I’ve struggled to forget,

I will remember and show you what I get.

I am not afraid any more.

I’ve let you slip into my core,

But I will never know what’s in store

Unless I fall broken upon the floor.

My life will never be the same;

I’m through playing in this game.

Flowers die and all of these birds will fly away.

Not one has stopped so none will stay;

And I know that life is best spent in love,

With you oh lord of all below and above.

I am not afraid any more.

I’ve let you slip into my core,

But I will never know what’s in store

Unless I fall broken upon the floor .

A spider crawls upon my skin yellow and black,

I know in my heart that there is no venom that you lack.

I know your fear it keeps you from your death.

I pray that I will not be the one who stops your last breath.

Despite the poison you have you will never use,

Because I know to well that you never would abuse.

I am not afraid any more.

I’ve let you slip into my core,

But I will never know what’s in store

Unless I fall broken upon the floor.

I have always called you a little lion,

Now your standing upon a wilted dandelion.

So majestic and strong yet so many fear,

What their eyes can not see so clear.

you haven’t the heart that you look,

And when you walked upon my skin you shook.