bounce...... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=si-v-5YC2Iw

I love listening to them in your voice! Full of life. Full of character. Descriptive and rich. Bravo!

The Inviting Kiss...

this is rated R so be warned. might be rated x to some of you, but i cannot be held responsible for your imagination



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IGMldIVm9rA

Kevin,

I have something I say in my profile, about my music, and performing live for an audience....

"When im onstage, I cut myself wide open, for all the world to see and hear, whats inside me, through my music!".

Well, you do it as well.

"The Inviting Kiss", is only the tip of it.

When I read you, I feel what you feel, I think what you think, I see what you see, I smell what you smell, I taste what you taste, I ache when you ache, ect.....or at least, I FEEL like I do.

I cant break your writings down individually, as of yet.

I have been reading them slowly, taking in each one, and letting it settle into me, and watching the emotional changes each one brings about. Its hard to really know, or feel that, if you read them all at once, in a row, and don't totally digest, them each individually, as I have been doing. I will continue to use this method, until I have read your whole body of work, so as, to fully experience your writings. Than MAYBE, and only MAYBE, I can pick and choose. But at this point, I very much doubt, that's going to happen. I am equally intrigued, by them all.

Every one I have read so far, has in "lay mans" terms, "Rocked my World", and that's not easy to do, to me.I have a rather short attention span, and if something doesn't "catch me" right away, I wont stay with it very long. I don't quickly read through something that bores me, I put it down, and walk away from it.

I haven't had that happen ONCE, in reading your writings. And some of them, are very lengthy.

I think that the negative critique, was bogus. You have absolutely NO PROBLEM stirring the emotions of the reader, and placing them right into the middle of your words, so that they are all felt, and felt deeply, by the reader.

Your writings, do something extraordinary for me, in the sense that when I read them, I leave the space, I am physically in, and go somewhere else. I often picture you, with your handsome face, and sweat on your brow, your heart pounding loudly, as you write these. I even see, and feel, you cry, and ache, in a lot of your writings.And I cry, and ache, with you. It cant be helped. You put me so into your writings, that I cant be distracted, or not go, where you take me.

To do that to a reader, not only takes talent, and skill, but it takes someone deeply in touch with their own emotions, and them self. Someone who, has the ability, to feel every tiny bit of them self, and the world around them. You breath every once of air, you smell every aroma, your eyes see all. Your brain is methodically working, off of those senses, that are so strongly felt, and causes you to deliver, such beautiful work.

You say your work is amateur. Have that be true, you are a natural born writer, who is truly in touch with himself, and the world around him, and all humanity. Who seems to be able to read others feelings, as well as his own. Or so, you portray, in your work.

You say your an amateur. I say its time to publish a book, of your gift, and share it with others. To not do that, you are depriving many, of the chance to feel strong emotions, and possibly, even get better in touch with themselves, and their feelings, as you do. Not to mention, the feelings of others, and the world around them.

I have a book, of my poetry published, and many tell me, they enjoy it. I receive much joy, from that.

As far as being a critic, I am only able to speak the truth, and I have no problem with giving correction, where it needs to be. Especially when asked to critique something.

Your work, does not need any corrections, Kevin.

What it does need, in my opinion, is distribution.

Keep writing, and please, share your gift with others, and give them the joy, I suspect you receive, from writing them.

Love you, luv2roknroll-Roberta

Awesome......

Everything Roberta said is TRUTH...

Madness

Pieces of my broken dreams tumble to the beaten path
quietly,hauntingly,hopelessly love slips through an open door,
as if un- touched by the very lives it once held together.

Darkness fills my once bright eyes.
Now, destiny crams herself down my throat.
Only the bitter taste of sorrow survives where there is no light.

Something inside me cries,
what's left of me slowly dies.
Shattered lives fall softly back to their wombs,
and death comes swiftly to those who can not fight.

Great walls construct themselves around a now occupied one person shell,

where I awake,
alone.

At night, the voices and laughter of my fate keep me awake.
I wonder, as I grow weary, how can a heart in pieces,
still beat.

Loneliness eats my will,
misery accompanies me in your stead.

Still I wonder,
In a world full of people, does anyone else know,
we are all just one mistake, one break-up, one death away,
from,

madness

kc07


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Infinite

My infinite sadness is interrupted
only by,
visits from my memories of you.

Through times passages, my mind,
slips.

I open the curtains,
there is nothing to view.

kc07


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A Thought

I drift from conversation to conversation,
always alone,
always an outsider.

I drift and drift until, I become an observer,
watching the crowd of souls before me.
Some hiding from their past, some searching for their future.
My vision is blurred.
A salty droplet finds it`s way to the corner of my mouth.
And I think of you.

I see a couple walking through the crowd.
A baby in her stroller eyes wide open, entranced by the new surroundings.
No worries, no hatred, no fears.
The innocence.
I smile and I think of you.

There is an old woman having trouble loading her bags in the trunk of her car.
She is frail but not helpless, she is proud but week.
I impose on her, my help.
She reluctantly accepts but, gratefully gives thanks.
I walk away and I think of you.

When I am busy,
I think of you.
If ever I have a free moment, it is paid to you.
When I feel lost,
I find myself when I think of you.
At the end of the day,
as the sun completes it`s journey.
The leaves dance on a breeze,
a childs laughter is carried across the amber sky.
As the moon takes it`s turn in the heavens and gently distributes it`s warm soft glow.
I think of you.

kc07


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As If

Open doors
Ties that bind
Silver lining, from
clouds that hide

Cascading showers of love in mind

Better served
with cold defiance

alone alone alone

The main course
skipped to avoid confusion

Bitter sweet as it lay in roses and mint
with red stained hands
Damn these thorns
Damn these gloves that refuse to protect

Pulling from the vine
My hands rain down
Leave me to drown in the blood of our garden

Save me from myself
As if you would

As if I would let you


kco8


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Timing

My thoughts
are of you this morning
As my feet awkwardly
find the floor
The cold wood underneath
a reminder,
of what waits outside your door

He’ll never forgive you
for this one
She couldn’t hate me
much more
Just friends, I know
we’ll stick to it
We’ve had a lot of practice

One night of passion
A lifetime to fall
Always in different harbors
With other ports of call

Timing is everything


kc08


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The Distance In Betweem

she’s not alone on most nights
she still wakes up lonely
her pride gets the best of her
strangers the rest of her
sometimes no one wins these fights…

he caught of glimpse of her - last night
just the way he remembered her
she was walking away
like she did that last day
somehow (to him) that just seemed right

she'd find her way back if he could
he’d probably go back if she would
but it’s hard to cross time
when it’s all on the line
they wonder if they should…

they substitute warmth - for love
it’s an end with no means
nothing ever gets settled
just the distance in between - now,
they'll never go back for the good
though it’s still on their minds
and when it’s all on the line
pride pushes them through time

yeah it's so hard to cross time
when you know it’s so lean
nothing ever gets settled
just the distance in between

kc08


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Tonight

sitting alone at my piano
trying to finish this song
but there’s no melody
to the words i can’t see
what am doing so wrong

my fingers trip on the keys now,
and all i can think of is you
the words are hidden somewhere-
in the pain and despair
behind a window that hasn’t a view

and tonight i’m gonna be lonely
oh tonight i’m gonna be scared
when I wake-
i’ll be the only - survivor
in a world that’s no longer there

with a heart that’s seen its share of sadness
and a million stories to tell
i need something to halt all this madness
`cause alone- i’m not doing so well

i’m getting good at the art of deception
lie to myself to get through
only a few more hours to go now
just to make it-
one more night without you

tonight i’m gonna be lonely
yeah tonight it’s gonna be cold
at night time passes so slowly
but it has no problem making me old

tonight is gonna be lonely
tonight is gonna be sad
tonight i’ll feed off of memories
tonight that’s all that i have

kc08


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Front Row Parking

i come around the corner
we come face to face
you turn away – everyone does
this chair you see is just a vehicle
it’s not who i am
why won’t you look me in the eye
when you turn away
i still exist
i went so you could be free to be you
i pray you never see
the things i lived
you would have been proud to stand next to me
i fought bravely
and now you can’t look me in the eye?
what are you afraid you’ll see
i may have left parts of myself there
in that desert of blood
but i am whole – inside
no matter how many times you turn away
you will never take that from me
look at me – look me in the eye
don’t hide from your shame
i ask nothing of you
except to be treated as the man i am
so look me in the eye
next time
i am a man
i am your brother
i am your son
i don’t need your pity
or your front row parking

kc08

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...from the beginning
Keep 'em coming!