Nothing But Darkness In That One

I see nothing but darkness in that one.

All secretive will everything and always has been.

I tried to listen and take her into the light.

But clearly she refused.

No hope for that one.

She can’t be saved.

Just had to walk away from her.

Not sure how one could live life like that.

Her two faces come out more often now.

She doesn’t think that I don’t see her.

Living a secret life, nothing new.

I suspect that she always have.

I think she is better off living that lie

That she fantasizes about.

Her small group accepts her.

Clearly I have always seen through it.



Why, are expectations so high ?
People set these high demands and aren’t happy unless they reach them.
But when I release something I’m happy if it just hits ten.
Ten reads is all my expectations ever go to.

I usually reach that on the first day
Anything more than that is just bonus.
I know not many people seek me out.
In order to read what the latest thing I’ve written.

Poetry is a lost art form.
Most of them are found on blogs.
People have resorted not to publish things.
To showcase talent through the world of blogs.

Or community driven websites.
I post mine on a handful of sites.
Then I release it to be distributed.
It use to be read, or so it seems.

Now it’s just what I can dream.
I hope for things to get higher than they do.
But it’s tough to do when it’s a lost art form.
This is the bar I set, always keep it low.

I know
It’s such a small number that at times I hope.
One day things will change and I can count higher.
I doubt it will happen.

Millions of other poets but no body searches us out.
We do things our own way.
In hopes of people finding there own way to us.


The Fault Of One

Growing up I’ve learned the power of one.
Simply the one is me, the fault is mine.
No other way of wording it.
Doesn’t matter if I’m by myself or together with someone.

Clearly everything is the fault of me.
I can do no right.
I do plenty of wrong.
Or so they tell me.

For a quiet guy, I certainly do much wrong.
Always getting blamed by the opposite.
Knowing nothing, learning everything.
Sitting back, and catching blame.

The fault of one
The fault of Ken


Shake It Off

No matter what happens, you have to learn to shake it off.
It may seem like a big thing in your life at this point in time.
But  it will be a drop in the lake that is your life.
Shake it off and move on, something else will come your way.

I know at times it won’t be an easy thing to do.
Sometimes it will be a challenge.
Sometimes it will even test you as a person.
It will be difficult.

Getting over stuff is never easy.
Getting through stuff is never easy.
But that bad thing that happened to you.
Shake it off and move forward

Something bigger and better is coming your way.
You have to gain the strength to get to it.


Hold On

Hold On, you got this.
No matter what life tosses your way you can overcome.
Never been one to say life will be easy.
If it was than we’d all would give up trying.

Forgive but don’t forget.
Always be cautious about what you do and who you trust.
Forgive others for the mistakes they made but never forget it.
It’s important to learn from your past experiences.

It took me over thirty years for myself to learn that.
For the longest time I would never forgive and hold everything against everyone.
Nobody deserved a second chance.
Not really the way to live ones life.

Hold On, you got this.
No matter what life tosses your way you can overcome.
Never been one to say life will be easy.
If it was than we’d all would give up trying.

Life is all about making more memories than regrets.
We all have our own regrets in our lives.
But certain situations made us react certain ways.
If nothing just live and learn.

You’ll be a better person once you get through it.
The struggle is difficult, life is too.
But nobody said life was easy.
Nor would it be error free.


More Of You, Less Of Me

I need to show the world more of you, less of me.
Overreacting to situations and getting angry easily is a common trait of mine.
Since the start of the new year I’ve been more calm trying to portray a better me.

More of you, Less of me.
I struggle with my life so much, but I know I can turn to you for guidance.
To show me on the right path rather than burn the bridge that I just passed.
You will show me that there was a reason for what happened.

I may not have much of a voice for myself.
Trouble speaking my own words.
But the guidance is always welcomed to show me the way.

Knowing that I’m already lost in this world.
Not knowing where to turn.

I need more of you
Less of me


In My Past

When I use to roam the halls of high school I was bullied and harassed.
I dropped out back in 1999 and after years of trying to clear my mind of it.
I realized I can’t do that, it’s still a big part of my life.
Tried to drown myself in many things in hopes of pushing it from my mind.

Later, I came to the realization that it will always be apart of my life.
Sitting down with myself I had a talk, I promised myself one thing.
I promised that I wouldn’t let myself go through that anymore.
Knowing how much it has affected my mind and thought process.

Now being in my mid 30s I’m still affected by it, it still affects me.
I wondered if something else would come around that would overtake that.
Back in December of 2005, I lost my Father to a car accident.
It tends to affect me in the month of December the most.

Feeling like I’m broken, loosing a parent didn’t affect me as much as torment.


Trying To Figure Out

This year is all about finding myself.
Who am I, what makes me happy.
The last little while I just went where the wind took me.
Looking back at times I really didn’t see myself as happy.

I look at myself in the mirror and I wonder, what would make me happy.
Wondering who the guy is looking back at me, at times I almost feel lost.
Trying to figure out who I am, trying to figure out what I want.
I know this year is all about soul searching.

Times when I thought I liked myself I found myself waking up sick.
Feeling stressed and not sure what was going on.
I needed to reconfigure myself and reassess my happiness.
Kept trying to drown myself in various things in hopes of that’s what I wanted.

In the long run it wasn’t, in the short run it might have been.


Time To Show The World

As the clock struck 2 my thoughts started to be come clear.
Clearer than ever, I was told back in the day that one person shouldn’t write several styles.
But here I am, never been one to stick with just one subject.
Anything my mind wants to write about I sit down and just let it bleed out.
To the paper or screen, anything for me to show you that it’s not what it seems.

But then voices in my head appear and I have to give them names and persona’s.
In order for people to keep wanting to keep up with what I do.
I don’t understand it, why can’t just one man write a thousand different ways.
I must be like Mil Mascaras with a thousand faces, but I got a thousand ideas.
Everyone of them different, I don’t want to just write one way.

I want to show the world what I can do.
I need to show the world what they have been missing.
So as I sit here during the early hours I feel that I have to call it quits.
But with my other names, the other voices in my head.
I only need one, I don’t need anymore than that.

I just need the one voice, I need mine.
I will continue to show the world what I can do.
I’ll take the average writer and flip them into something new like a hybrid.

From this point on, no matter if I’m in the middle of something or not.
It’s all going under one name, it’s time to light the world up for them to see.
It’s time for the world to see just how talented one can be.
Just how talented one can be.



I was born for greatness
The moment I was born and baby talk came from my mouth.
It was me stringing poetry together that only I could understand.
Nobody else could understand, the words that I spoke.
Even today, when I start to mumble. It’s always been thought provoked.

I knew I wasn’t like anyone else on this planet.
As I grew up, some say that I was just too quiet.
Others took the time to get to know me.
My words were made fun of by some.
But that just ignited my fire.

As I continued through life, it still happens.
But now my fire has turned into a pen.
It’s always been mightier than the sword.

I might be nameless
I might be faceless
But I know I was born for greatness.


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