all i need is some E

why ? why ? why?
why keep me around?
let me go,
i want to go,
i want to leave,
if i stay,    ..... i can't stay,
i am not sure what i feel,,,
i see you feel it too...
its un natural,,, supernatural,,,
let me go.. let me be..
let me be where i should be,,
let me go let me leave ....
but my heart is willing,,
but my flesh,,, my flesh its weak,,,


kk
5/6/2016

Oh, freedom

Oh, freedom, Oh, freedom,
Oh freedom over me.
And before I'd be a slave
I'd be buried in my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free.

No more weepin,(don't you know), no more weepin,
no more weepin over me.
And before I'd be a slave
I'd be buried in my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free.

Oh freedom,
Oh, freedom, Oh, freedom,
Oh freedom over me.
And before I'd be a slave
I'd be buried in my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free.

And before I'd be a slave
I'd be buried in my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free.

The Golden Gospel Singers
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=veiJLhXdwn8&list=RDn9JaQy6wfbE&index=2

even the blind dream

if you took my sight id still see,
true blindness is a process,
one doesn't just wake up blind,
without seeing,  in total darkness,
with no light just an abyss of nothing,
but there are those who are enlightened,
whose eyes can never shut,
who slumber between blinks,
and see without light,
they can never be blind,
they will always see,

life is one cruel mistress,
she enslaves us to the light,
without it we decay,
she plays our movie,
we act it out to her amusement,
just for folly,  to make her jolly,
no life, yet a lifetime,
no eyesight yet healthy eyeballs,

we must evade her,
we must wake from this slumber,
we are mere fools, asleep,
in a dream with plenty of light and sight,
but we forget that even the blind dream,
and their dreams more vivid than ours,
steadfast,  strong,  unweivered,
we are eternal, we cant be stopped,
lets wake up from these dreams that chase us from our reality,
we make our own reality,
never our circumstances.

kk
17-03-2016

greed

i thought maybe i dont write enough about myself,

im fixeted on how others affect my well being,

yet i claim to be trully indipendent,

act like i dont care what you think,

act like i am content with what i have,

its stupid to think that people just settle for less,

i want it all,

i am greedy,

i need your attention,

i crave more than your attention,

i desire your dominion,

and after i get it i still want more,

but its funny you want nothing from me,

you dont want my attention,

you dislike my passion,

you kill my advances,

you keep me like an inanimate object,

to be seen not to be felt.

i must be very selfish,

to want your heart and your body too,

gluttonous to want it all at the same time,

but greed is a common human vice,

the worst of its kind,

shallow in satisfaction with no real sense of accomplishment,

i am greedy because everyone out there is,

and if its not my drool thats all over you,

soon it will be another's,

because i cannot stand by 

and let others take what i want,

its the most painful feeling in the world.

kk

04/03/2016

Sweet mornings

All i wanted was you,
You gave me a chance
but now you deny me,
I miss your body,
They way you touch,
The way you moan,
The way you twist,
Agony is all i will know,
If our sweet sin,
Will never remember,
Maybe it was never ment to be,
But at that moment ,
Even Jesus enjoyed your moans,
My sweet tree seeking shade from the sun,
You run away yet it will make you bloom,
But i am happy i found you,
If you choose to be a chapter,
If you choose to be a verse,
At least you are in the book,

I'll move on. 
I always have,
I have no choice,
So hope my tears water you,
So you remain perenial.
An ebony flower,
Beautiful in a world
Of flowerless misery.

Kk
21/12/15

Will it change?

Life is so unfair sometimes,
You think you're winning,
You were running the wrong race the entire time,
You think you have outmaneuvered,
You were heading the wrong way,
Funny that sometimes all we ever wanted
Is all we never needed,
You wont know till the end,
Working hard for your prize,
But its your pride that's hurt,

Maybe it's the chase that counts
Or your heart as you persue,
But no fruit will ensue,
In this duel you had no clue,
Your expectations subdue,

But we always come back,
Hope things will be different,
Maybe ill seek out the truth,
If you dont try you'll never know.

Kk
8/12/15

For my beauty looking for her beast

A story is told of the gorgoyle of rich tower
With a brisk smile and African hair.
With peirced ears and dyed hair,
His speech was returded. Some say he had an accent,
His skin was pale and his teeth brown.
He smoked, smoked his heart away,
As they passed they looked to him,
With his strong muscles.
They said he could fight ten men at a go.
But his promiscous nature made him fall,
Yet in his heart he knew the truth, the truth about everything.
He didn't know what they felt.
He knew what he loved.
As his big beard touched the town's floor.
The tatoos on it showed the people the truth.
Gave them their heart's desires.
Some were of fire and eternal misery,
Some of loyalty and blood
And some of wrechedness and evil
But the gorgoyle did not mind,
He sat on, he stared on,
The smoke flowing from his hands and feet,
His eyes,  his eyes, they glow with love and happiness,
He wished well for the ants,
His heart,  the sculptor made of marble,
Yet i saw him cry one day,
His tears of fire like a dragon's salaiva,
They burnt into his visage,
Her breasts burnt with every moarn,
I laughed at her, what kind of life this was,
Yet she spoke like thunder,
Her locks of hair,
Silver like her breath,
She sat, she saw. As they pulled her down,
Broke her stone heart let the fire in her eyes consume her soul,
Bitter like her blood,  the hounds died after licking their wounds,
She had no teeth,  yet she consumed every man's soul.
Inside her beard a knife,
Like a stack of hay  in a needle
She hid it,
Cutting all including herself,
As she burnt the steam she produced made my neighbors strong.
Her ashes made the ocean blue and the trees green.
She will surely live a painful life.

Kk
1/1/2015