The Beginning of The End

O rose
not forgotten/
still petals
remain
once full of
longing &
now
frozen in a late
Autumn
rain.

11/25/2022

The Lost Garden September 1993

I am the king inside you.
 I am the self worthy of knowing these flowery fields
for there is truth in disharmony, non-union
 and this I have seen through the eyes of our creator
Our seven deadly days masked
     with beauty
yet this truth must not be hidden--
 I make a mockery of this universe because
 it beckons me to do so.
And in this gulf of fire, far beyond the absurd drama
 of reason, purity
I wear the blackest thorns of hatred, a visage of prophecy
 that we never really made mindful.
This is the song of absolute power,
 this knowledge a fruit which yields the bitter wine of
 infidelity,
we will consume together
 digesting secrets which subdue our senses
reaching and becoming total willfulness inside the temple of angels
unfolding.
My will, your destiny combined for eternity...
 and when it is finished we three
will decide the best space for hiding from this
 terrible thing called time.

September 1993

Tolstoy

First let me say that I do regard Tolstoy as one of the most insightful writers of the last several hundred years-his book The Kingdom of God Is Within You is brilliant and life changing. Tolstoy's deconstruction of the French Symbolist Poets in his book What Is Art as devoid of any meaning and morally bankrupt arrives through a kind of literalism which haunts novelists and often demands a linear story line. It is much like insisting all paintings should be of the realist variety on the grounds that one would rather look at a photograph.

11/22/2022

Revelation

 I had the clear revelation that all of my poem sequences written over time could be continued, that they were meant to be added to and not ended or “abandoned” (as Paul Valery also understood). After 35 years of working on my poetry this idea was Heaven sent.

11/17/2022

Yet The World

Yet the world is not a “will to power and nothing more” and consciousness is not “the author of space and time”, nihilism/nothingness is also not a new religion.

A response to @QuoteNietzsche

Art

To Artist Amy Elizabeth Frith; Your art is beautiful Amy ! I’ve always thought art is endless, infinite and moves through us, it is eternal 💜 

-T. Byron K.

https://www.instagram.com/frithamyelizabeth/

The Spiritworld September 1994

Death

I see the new jungles all around

someone get cut down

I see someone dying in the new jungles

I see them fallen

There's a spirit in the air 

running through to me

making moves in me

There's an air of freedom

can't you feel it

making use of what it could be/

and made for your leaving of the earth

and the flower the birth again

making another day...

And the flower and all birth

I can see 

It's coming again for me.

Now tell of days where they 

were jamming  in rows

Some woman's husband 

was laying in earth filled

with cavalry musket shot

and some General's wet dream of

success...

Your sons and daughters are fallen down

the bullet strikes them to the ground

when all your loving has been removed

I'm only taking what you're trying to make

it when nothing is left/

Into the far starlight 

wet leaves of September blowing

into what you might be

Can you see me up there?

Can you see me?

https://studioappal.bandcamp.com/track/death

*This one is mystical, one of the first

we recorded in the Blacksburg practice space house

in the Autumn of 1994.

It was a spontaneous flow, inspired by the 

poetry I was writing at the time @

https://sites.google.com/view/peod-archive/first-draft-manuscripts

-T. Byron K.