the measure of achievement is not won by the confidence
of the authority behind
yet in persuaded patience & fair dealing
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we owe no loyalty to success
only to failure must we oblige
RFK '13 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
our talk of sex is vivid, frank & often obscene
for a well fed man dreams of a lover
as his body leisure enough for lust
RFK '13 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
supposed death had a heart
would we still be released from living
or be it our conception
is it life that is grim and un-giving
reaping all in the consumption of breathe
fools to claim that consciousness is what be
as no longer we dare think what we cannot see
supposed death had a heart
what then would be life’s part
the hearth of death
RFK'13
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Unarmed inside these covers
an undressed hide
lying buried in his forelegs
spread & ready, the dish of dates
for standing again I served the essential
flesh & bone
he was a largely built man
his thin lips pinched
yet deep his mouth
which interested me most
the fine face or his flesh of hide
cumbersome & curious he was straight
& body generous
he gave immediately & grew an inch to eight
for I had cum, attached to him
he with me, I listened for the rain
yet the drought still unbroken
my absence walked & dispersed
I pledged him secrecy & for that I had not spoken
he the bait knew our bodies had come not to watch
tied tightly yet still unhealed
i had no choice but to submit
the lasting ridicule of a delayed emergence
a boy into a man
RFK '13
we attempt to derive a cause
giving reason to the already logical
claiming accident or intent
yet it is the loss which we resent
due to a lack of living
& narrow speech of what we’ve been giving
so little our understanding
that we need cast blame
so great our confusion that we need to claim
as words they speak with hesitation
and divine letters numbers this age of abbreviation
C.O.D
RFK '13
Unarmed inside these covers
an undressed hide
lying buried in his forelegs
spread & ready, the dish of dates
for standing again I served the essential
flesh & bone
he was a largely built man
his thin lips pinched
yet deep his mouth
which interested me most
the fine face or his flesh of hide
cumbersome & curious he was straight
& body generous
he gave immediately & grew an inch to eight
for I had cum, attached to him
he with me, I listened for the rain
yet the drought still unbroken
my absence walked & dispersed
I pledged him secrecy & for that I had not spoken
he the bait knew our bodies had come not to watch
tied tightly yet still unhealed
i had no choice but to submit
the lasting ridicule of a delayed emergence
a boy into a man
RFK '13
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we attempt to derive a cause
giving reason to the already logical
claiming accident or intent
yet it is the loss which we resent
due to a lack of living
& narrow speech of what we’ve been giving
so little our understanding
that we need cast blame
so great our confusion that we need to claim
as words they speak with hesitation
and divine letters numbers this age of abbreviation
C.O.D
RFK '13
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one has to
one has two
one has also
one two
want to
one has too
also
want to
one has to
one has two
one has also
one two
want to
one has too
also
want to
RFK '12 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
i've been quarantined to the hook of a journal
our half finished love affair,
which completely kills
silent to understand mistakes we've taken
the lives we encounter
the direction of their potential
again and again over the ages of time
we cross and recross
like intersections in darkened diners
a nightmare with no reason to hide
as with yesterday unlike today
the law of belief determines the crime
determines the kindness
from past to present we birth our own
the importance of happening
and to fool our own we fall in love
The Tempest
imprisoned by instinct
apathetic to appetite
and sheep to social ritual
we are
RFK '12 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
we've traded reason for judgement
RFK '12 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
gift bag in hand
not one ounce do you understand
the joke of your wrist band
that the facade does not belong
to those who are truly strong
for they hold character in the uncomfortable
who persevere without disdain
the drying of a wet rain
seeking not the convenience of self lenience
yet to suffer the insurmountable
and measure the uncountable
whom hold grace in the face of the adverse
and build wholly to immerse
a sense of self whom holds his weight
and means to clean his dirty plate
RFK '11 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
what is…. or might be
this leisure society of lost propriety
who deifies the popular eyes
& presume its likeness is for all
still the belief of judgments call
is right, whats true
yet having little of nothing to do
with what is or might be
as only the beholders eye can see
that truth be told in a number of righted ways
though the clearest quickly fades
as thunderous the role of the twisted may pole
wrapped bound and box with ignorant pleasure
to contain a yielded truth squeezed to tightened measure
till no longer a breathe will last
empty these thoughts of past
RFK '11 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
the cripple crook
distant this space of need
far from city soundtrack
these sounds sins of fathers
whose heart and whose hand we'll still carry
boxes bound glass brick-ended fury
steeled unnatural this natured guest
for he the mechanical musician
who exhausted his pipes
unable to sing unable to dance
he cries claims the cripple crook
whose people misled by the golden hook
now misfits they climb any clue
given by the greater who
a who, who holds whats seen as true
yet there best interest lies
towards a self of weekend cries
the troubles of rich the fester
while those beneath are scabbed and scraped
the other part of a whole that remains
that he as i
is you and looks to live w/out repent
RFK '11 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
the time of matteri've been quarantined to the hook of a journal
our half finished love affair,
which completely kills
silent to understand mistakes we've taken
the lives we encounter
the direction of their potential
again and again over the ages of time
we cross and recross
like intersections in darkened diners
a nightmare with no reason to hide
as with yesterday unlike today
the law of belief determines the crime
determines the kindness
from past to present we birth our own
the importance of happening
and to fool our own we fall in love
The Tempest
RFK '12 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
imprisoned by instinct
apathetic to appetite
and sheep to social ritual
we are
RFK '12 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
we've traded reason for judgement
RFK '12 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
gift bag in hand
not one ounce do you understand
the joke of your wrist band
that the facade does not belong
to those who are truly strong
for they hold character in the uncomfortable
who persevere without disdain
the drying of a wet rain
seeking not the convenience of self lenience
yet to suffer the insurmountable
and measure the uncountable
whom hold grace in the face of the adverse
and build wholly to immerse
a sense of self whom holds his weight
and means to clean his dirty plate
RFK '11 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
what is…. or might be
this leisure society of lost propriety
who deifies the popular eyes
& presume its likeness is for all
still the belief of judgments call
is right, whats true
yet having little of nothing to do
with what is or might be
as only the beholders eye can see
that truth be told in a number of righted ways
though the clearest quickly fades
as thunderous the role of the twisted may pole
wrapped bound and box with ignorant pleasure
to contain a yielded truth squeezed to tightened measure
till no longer a breathe will last
empty these thoughts of past
RFK '11 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
the cripple crook
distant this space of need
far from city soundtrack
these sounds sins of fathers
whose heart and whose hand we'll still carry
boxes bound glass brick-ended fury
steeled unnatural this natured guest
for he the mechanical musician
who exhausted his pipes
unable to sing unable to dance
he cries claims the cripple crook
whose people misled by the golden hook
now misfits they climb any clue
given by the greater who
a who, who holds whats seen as true
yet there best interest lies
towards a self of weekend cries
the troubles of rich the fester
while those beneath are scabbed and scraped
the other part of a whole that remains
that he as i
is you and looks to live w/out repent
RFK '11 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
it is only a matter of time
for the pawn
to tick and tock
and ever lock
moments started in ended days
faded this way
left this self to not return
with no room left to burn
and the mirror does go
seeming it seems to know
so weakened by the faking light
nothing to try of unsaid might
for seemingly the way to go
to be left in melted snow
declare these intentions
in finding focused affections
it is only a matter of time
another name
the collected shame
lacking the direction
lost lingered this perplextion
uneasy the way out
the one who rides to shout
priced picked pulled and put together
reason the former of never
these ridden trains multiply
passing hidden pain electrify
sudden simple sleeper
a life of better face the keeper
shadowed the mind
of bright face your kind
done right the shine
done right when mine
sailing into the breaching thoughts
of calm relief laid in sun-spots
drifted alone the failure of relation
they say the distance is spiral emanation
known the darkness of traced dawn
hits the fragile lawn
arms up and heart to expose
this a singularity of woes
whose time is spent in pieces of soft suede
the need begotten the need be paid
seeking praise out of a shifty life
we savor the someone who will do a wife
than shun the hand
whose unaware of the swimming land
who talks to trees as we live a gain
the violence of singing pain
RFK '11 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
hallow lot
i am fond of you
yes you good sir
but is there room for more
the greater good beyond
what one should
as would you lend the hand
stay and try to understand
you you you yes you
you who be little intimidate and make a fool
of this self, thinking cool
and enough to serve
what you deserve
yet i wonder can one measure
to provide you the pleasure
of what you seemingly seek
that which you dare not speak
so please do tell
us what to do
tell tell tell
so this heart can swell
or sink to hell
hurry please do leak
what is it you want
what is it you need
what is it you seek
for i am meek and thin
a loon who would not last to win
you the bold man
of bearded tan
whom rattles the spine
this very core of mine
then depletes
draws away
something to hardly hold
your shadow dry and cold
as you the wasp and i the scale
whom looks to read to hear your tale
grasping the trend you seemingly bend
not to yield the world around
yet to draw the lines of inner minds
why
why
why
why me the meek
the weak
tall and slim
thick dry coarse my skin
long you wait between replies
unwise the man who can demise
hear the horns
the loud scorns
of your barreled basement
to which you lent
the fool to rot
empty leaving
this hallow lot
RFK '11 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
the coiler
from a bed of swords
lies the jackle snake
whom thinks he has the bite to take
down his enemy up one floor
whose hand he sees on heavens door
so the serpent sends his guilt
from the bed he had built
and thinks no less
of the grave distress
as he casts his shame
on those he seeks to blame
yet the shame is true of him and who
the serpent scurches
from his well lit perches
and with little looking he shall find
himself an enemy of those behind
for place them all side by side
then you'll see the nothing there is to hide
that they're each the same
no matter the cut
or mix of mut
for he is who & me & you
RFK '11 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
my whits
knowing his fires roar with a plenty to explore
whats hidden next in store
out of context
this loveless hex
a lustful sex on fires brim
the ease of a bought whore's whim
Bim this bo does not know
what i've yet to show
whats hidden next in store
out of context
this loveless hex
a lustful sex on fires brim
the ease of a bought whore's whim
Bim this bo does not know
what i've yet to show
crude this phallus does grow
for the rude interlude
between his legs
my man hood begs
his universe, my only thrill
perverse planting this deeply rooted pill
open turned and spread
this worldly man upon my bed
should if i only could
use and abuse this muse
in the many of any which way
yet stiff to soft he does scoff
my weakness
to dismiss his nakedness
and place upon his face
value honor grace
leaving my bits
the best of my whits
for the rude interlude
between his legs
my man hood begs
his universe, my only thrill
perverse planting this deeply rooted pill
open turned and spread
this worldly man upon my bed
should if i only could
use and abuse this muse
in the many of any which way
yet stiff to soft he does scoff
my weakness
to dismiss his nakedness
and place upon his face
value honor grace
leaving my bits
the best of my whits
RFK '11 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
backwards and buried
beneath baited breath
these thoughts truths of theft
these thoughts truths of theft
this age of material lure
bought on a midnight score
leaving many a drone
and few to the throne
amidst their wealth the riches cry
less and less or we'll run dry
yet more and more they pimp their whore
the worker slave washed a chore
man must manifest matters of mind
though his values left behind
to what honor we've lost
on better bets at wilder costs
this wasted stumble
of short lived species
in muted mumble
yet no long we linger nor hesitate
to create with un-willful powers
a facade of phallic towers
made of Babel
and bled in sable
hardly willing and fully unable
these bullied beings try to label
the latent mind a wonder
wasted on man the unkind
whom from behind
stabs himself in toxic health
this sick prick of
ego self
for this confusion of pollution
that afflicts the solution
of an outward space
to which each must face
and not discover our inward call
surly dignity destined to fall
leaving only to blame
the guilt of self shame
bought on a midnight score
leaving many a drone
and few to the throne
amidst their wealth the riches cry
less and less or we'll run dry
yet more and more they pimp their whore
the worker slave washed a chore
man must manifest matters of mind
though his values left behind
to what honor we've lost
on better bets at wilder costs
this wasted stumble
of short lived species
in muted mumble
yet no long we linger nor hesitate
to create with un-willful powers
a facade of phallic towers
made of Babel
and bled in sable
hardly willing and fully unable
these bullied beings try to label
the latent mind a wonder
wasted on man the unkind
whom from behind
stabs himself in toxic health
this sick prick of
ego self
for this confusion of pollution
that afflicts the solution
of an outward space
to which each must face
and not discover our inward call
surly dignity destined to fall
leaving only to blame
the guilt of self shame
for each hour evolves
and no one solves
how taken time dissolves
and no one solves
how taken time dissolves
yet not ready to finish
even as "we" diminish
even as "we" diminish
for it is not now
nor now
nor now
now
now isn't the answer
it is how & why
with this & then
to make that
Gondam plate
empty of you & me & hate
leaving "us" to communicate
not only under pimpled pressure
yet out of pain
and a pleasure it has been
yet to see this & then
is when
I say
to you & he
let
it
be
RFK '11 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
forgiven the forgotten now
frozen bed aside the window
daze this cruel dust of cry
the instant you left
nights winded and cold
a body outside forever in fever
washing when and how
each memory of
this young man's love
admit i must,
a coming back my belief
the jangle of gold in flooded light
endless pleasure running short
whispers long wanted
in need of this or that
resistance I recall
the slamming right
daze this cruel dust of cry
the instant you left
nights winded and cold
a body outside forever in fever
washing when and how
each memory of
this young man's love
admit i must,
a coming back my belief
the jangle of gold in flooded light
endless pleasure running short
whispers long wanted
in need of this or that
resistance I recall
the slamming right
yet wasted not, the time of you
a thought that brings a sadness
running deeper than this madness
returning the touch of moments
things done right
more than lost this love
seen as this and wanted that
my song of fleshy fantasy
RFK '11 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
freedom in a welcomed goodbye.
as i depart
a change arrives.
mumble,
our strange goodbye.
how persuasive of the
to rain with intent,
casting stones towards
a silence never ceasing
dream't these walls of frozen cars
washed late in the eve of night falls,
echoing changed face
mirrored is, this risen child
seasoned obvious is, his plate
of aged hands frightened fear of turning,
down unseen streets.
covered is, his faded voice
leaving this self to choice.
freedom in a welcomed goodbye.
RFK '10 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
only we
reaching to ensure the outward contour of crumbled intuition
the universe, at large, holds no laws to govern man
only the pull of our own pill keeps us from the thrill
why, when well lit likings are out of place
and only we are to fall from grace
seated statue propped up in flame
a demon amidst the passing of blame
a thousand faults, halts. the given walk of too fast feet
ending only just, of wanted much
RFK '10
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three, the separate that requires
extremely limited out primitive systems do lack
possibilities,
to seldom holding of fact
the best of melody lost in black
marks on white paper.
here we speak of minute & thematic gestures.
lived within all motions
sinuous & in chromatic glows.
entirely beneath lies
this subvert of feeling
as is above, the plain
amidst their vertiginous onslaught
shifting harmony in two mono
the dissonance, of an unknowing
three, the separate that requires
RFK '10 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
of strayed parts the uncommitted clause...
here you see we meet again, the habitual
set afoot of self-reflection
i sense, the atmosphere of a different light
one from the left as i do right,
what is wrong of still dismay
two tenderloins an honest gray.
why baffle the beholder when he is not,
fit to serve our wanted got
contradictions, to which avail sweet notions.
the child of our christened past
docile, if not now won't last.
Leaving to no such cause
the hallow in a present pause
RFK '10
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