On First Loves And Finding Freedom

Heat and flashes of light
Made my face warm
There were arms
Wrapped round my waist

From behind
squeezed me tight
Like a hug
Huey Lewis played
Lisa Loeb stayed
My life drifted up
Into the air small fires
That had no coals
And no support
But never burned out
In my mind we were
Tribal and ritualistic
We danced around our
Own bon fires
Fed each others
Fears and desires
She was vague
He was lost
They were never

Really known by me
Or me known by them
Still we danced
Like fine young cannibals
I could feel
We were primitive
That we really had
No idea about the world
Outside our world
Life is like a fire
It burns down
It burns up
We roll in
Vicious circles
Matching sets
Flocks of seagulls
Treasured pets
You served me
I served you
My perception
Of your reality
Yours of mine
I remember the scent
Of the season
Falling into winter
The scent of fire
A fire that consumes
Exhumes
Robs the grave
Buries again
I didn’t know
It was the last time
That i could feel
You feel me

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The 5 People Who Make Life Heaven

They listen when you need to talk Talk when you need to listen They know your darkness Let you know theirs Without judgement and expectation You can talk to them about how you see things They don't get angry or anxious when you disagree Trust you enough to say what they really think Read tweets and novels Never make you beg or grovel Won't allow it Remind you that you're better than that Lay some of their burden on you Let you behind their wall Feel welcome behind yours You feel each other with heart and mind Even if you don't explain yourself They get you You get them These are the ones that make life worth living Make you love to be alive Reflect you to you Teach and learn Some days the lead singer Some days the band These are the ones You can count on one hand (c) Ron Kennedy

Reasonable Words

Photo by Brooke Cagle on Unsplash I married my small town There was no shotgun I had a way out & My youngest son was set When faced with a choice of flight & hoping to find you While hoping you would find me I chose love & sacrifice over poetry Truth is though poetry never left Never will leave Moves as I move But I may have sacrificed Any chance with you I was not afraid to risk All my coin on a pitch & toss Then write 10,000 words That makes a gain of loss I just couldn’t tell what was true You seemed to prefer your solitude Aside from that There was a need A weight that fell Upon some I love There was no providence coming Other than what these hands With what I had in my hands In my heart In my mind With my choice This is not to say no one cared It’s just that it’s ruggedly Individualist out here & the trickles Never get anything close to Raising our boats Some wo

Poetry Tree

I saw no birds grieve No fallen leaves No branches on the ground None made a sound It wasn’t rotten It didn’t die in a storm Capitalism came In its progress form To take one of my last Best refuges from me I may be the only one who noticed The death of my poetry tree.

Between The Rhymes

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