A Work In Progress (Aren’t we all…)


she reads dime store philosophers
and thinks music is a religion.
takes her sermons from the tiny speakers
of her over priced
her favorite thing to say is,
que sera sera
though she can never let anything
just be.
i am her guilty pleasure,
her go to
her, here daddy, take this!
he never seems to mind too much
as long as she is appropriately dressed
and on time on Sundays.

he, the former deacon,
the deposed parish counselor
is on his second stint at
Betty Ford, (this probably explains her absents)
preparing for the
impending litigation.
three have come forward, i’m
guessing there will be more,
if one is inclined to believe his now
estranged wife.
and it looks like everyone does,
donations are at an all-time high.
nothing like a good sex scandal
to ruffle the feathers of the flock.

she used to tell her friends
“i’m ****ing a poet”
i guess she thought it meant something,
or maybe it’s that wanted it to;
either way,
she gives me much to write about.
until today, that is.
today she knocked
and like with god,
i was either too smart
or too dumb
to answer.


© kc `13

ok so I'm doing another video using my piece 'of bows and chains' and i was wondering if anyone would like to help. i am trying something different with this one and would like someone to read the female parts.

if anyone might be, or knows someone that might be interested, feel free to speak up.

thank you...
kc.

(re-worked)...

Core (she's a woman)


she’s not
a girl
she’s more than
that

she’ll pick you up
she’ll lay you down
in her arms it’s all the same
she gives you life
and with just a look
she’ll take your breath away
and though she breaks
she’s stronger than
you’ll ever be
the world’s alive
and through her eyes she’ll
make you see

she’s not just a girl,
she’s a woman
no not just a girl she’s so much more
from her longest lash
deep to her core

she’s an underrated
complicated
life educated
diplomat
she’s broken hearts
started wars
and brought the peace
right back
she knows the pain
of having lived
a love in vein
she’s walked the walk
fallen down
and picked back up
again

she’s a tragedy
a comedy
and a mystery
an open book
for those who take
the time to read
under her wing
love grows
as if a seed
she’s living proof
of the saying
only women bleed

she’s not a girl
she’s more than that
from her core
to her longest lash
no not a girl
she’s so much more
from her longest lash
down to her core

she's a girl
she’s a woman
she’s so much more
she loves unconditionally
and this is her world



kc`08

See I could say, wow that's about me, because in some bizarre way it is my story in poetry...I love it even though it isn't about me...Re-worked or not, brilliant KC...

kc......i like it alot...gives me inspiration.......

If anybody wants to read the original, it's on page 5 ...Now Kevin, I'm just going to say this...Every woman who's not a girl will wish this poem was written about her....

when they work, when we find a connection, they are about us and to us and for us. no matter when, or for whom, they were first penned.

thank you, all.

the video experiment continues...


of ribbons and chains:

http://youtu.be/bD9ZjZgtx-Q

kc....i am all heart after listening to you.

you cant fool me, you are all heart, all the time.

"Ribbons and Chains" a perfect title my friend ♥ ¸.·´¨) ¸.·*) ...Now I understand why you were looking for a female to read for you...You must not give up on that idea Kevin as it will add so much dimension to this beautiful piece...

i tried. volunteers are an elusive bunch...

"..Love.."

Your work is inspiring! I'm happy that there is a lot here for me to explore and learn from.

another fan

grrrrr, youtube!

sorry, I had to get a new link.

http://youtu.be/SYec1jsxlQM

not sure there is anything to be learned here, but I appreciate the comment. thank you.

w/out the typo's....



A Work In Progress (Aren’t we all…)


she reads dime store philosophers
and thinks music is a religion.
takes her sermons from the tiny speakers
of her over priced
hybrid
her favorite thing to say is,
que sera sera
though she can never let anything
just be.
i am her guilty pleasure,
her go to
her, here daddy, take this!
he never seems to mind too much
as long as she is appropriately dressed
and on time on Sundays.

he, the former deacon,
the deposed parish counselor
is on his second stint at
Betty Ford, (this probably explains her absents)
preparing for the
impending litigation.
three have come forward, i’m
guessing there will be more,
if one is inclined to believe his now
estranged wife.
and it looks like everyone does,
donations are at an all-time high.
nothing like a good sex scandal
to ruffle the feathers of the flock.

she used to tell her friends
“i’m ****ing a poet”
i guess she thought it meant something,
or maybe it’s that i wanted it to;
either way,
she gives me much to write about.
until today, that is.
today she knocked
and like with god,
i was either too smart
or too dumb
to answer.


© kc `13

Crush


your eyes
were the first thing to ask.
i was surprised
at how effortlessly
my smile
responded.

i couldn’t help but
wonder;

does he see the sadness
that peaks out
just behind the mascara,

or is this something
you have entrusted
only to me?

i wish i could give it back.
every time i see you now,
i wish we found it more
difficult to laugh.
i wish i hadn’t seen
your ghost;
and i wish my mind would
quit treating it
like a godsend.

before you,
i existed peacefully.
since you, i subsist
in my own
self-indulgent mind,
manufacturing reasons
to be near you
and inventing memories
of conversations
i wish we’d had.

where i drink in every word
that trickles across those lips.
holding each syllable
under my tongue,
until they boil in meaning
and i am forced to swallow.

take it back, that look,
that lingering hand on my waist;
the quick whispers when nobody
is paying attention.
take it all back,
because
i can’t tell you
i am the answer,
i’m only now beginning
to understand
the question.



© kc `13

ainjel...here ya go

Crush: video form


http://youtu.be/08_7L1FBK1M

Just saw the "Crush " vid so good had to share it on my Facebook page
KC