Kenny B

Expected

Mid winter,very frigid

The sun was glistening off of every object

I expected the rays to warm my bones

Decieved, disappointed, I shivered from the cold

I pondered the thought, "never expect, never be disappointed"

A good philosophy maybe, but lifeless

Like taking a breath and no air being there

Some expectations are natural, taken for granted

Not all things expected, that fail to unfold, lead to disappointment

Life is full of wonderful moments, unexpected

Some are life lessons and some are realizations

I never expected some of my discoveries, stumbled upon at unexpected times

I married, raised a family, and have taken pride in being a father

I work, spend time with my family, and count my blessings daily

I sleep and wake, and rise out of bed, see the sun and stumble to the mirror

I expected to see me, i proudly saw my father

Kenny B

may 7 2006

He

He dreamed

High school graduation, surrounded by family and friends

A joyous time, laughter ringing, an ending, a beginning

Accomplishment, and he cried

He dreamed

Wedding day, a bride, with natural beauty, like snowflakes

Answered prayers, face to face with the rest of his life

A man, eye to eye with his father, and he cried

He dreamed

There were children, unquestionable perfection

Hopes and dreams, lived through them

Unconditional love, pride, and he cried

He dreamed

The children grew and became adults

Presence like immortality, an extension to his bloodline

Soon they would move on, traveling roads on their own

And He Cried

3-10-2006

by : Kenny B

Picture by : Kenny B

Bleeding

My bare feet stuck in the saturated earth

The sun was blinding, beams beating down relentlesly

With my hand i shaded my eyes to look up, to seethe source

of the thick liquid polluting the ground

Each limb, every orfice was oozing with what seemed to be blood

Once so plush and magnificent, now scraggly and bare

The giant maples in my yard were now completly pruned.

By kenny B

picture by: kennyb

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Note:

Every so often trees are pruned or topped or cut back, whatever is the correct term.

All the limbs cut back to near nothing, leaving the trunk and a few of the largest limbs.

Ours were recently topped, and i was sitting in the swing underneath one and as the sun began to warm the day i noticed the sap oozing out and soaking the ground, I suppose this helps the trees be stronger  over time, and will be more uniform over time

But i couldnt help but wonder if trees  could bleed.

Inspirations

Dreams inspired by choices, choices inspired by dreams

I dreamed

Doors lined the corridor, no end could be seen

In front of me, a hand, ageless, no face or body attached

Just a hand, presenting to me the doors

The first door opened and was offered to me

I looked inside in awe, an etheral sight

Clouds cool and pleasant, twirling with the wind

Colors enhanced by the invisible light of the sun

The ambiance, like a rainbow

The water in the distant stream, blue as the bluest sky

The grass like green hair, dancing in the breeze

I went through the door and drifted to the valley

The trees were yeilding climacteric fruits

I took a sample

It seemed the fruit could read my mind, I could taste my thoughts

I ran to the peak of the hill

I could see myself falling, tumbling like a rock, limbs breaking off

Physically, I felt no pain, mentally, I could not bare the vision

Before I reached the bottom, just like that

I was back in the corridor

The clinquant hand, was presenting another door

By Kenny B

Picture by Kenny B

The Maidens of Seeing

Sometimes, I look at pictures and become inspired to write something.

Sometimes , I look at pictures and become lost.

Analyzing everthing may be a weakness, but looking for something in everything, I think keeps me humble.

The image attached is just an image, started off as a flower, half open, blocking a nice sunset.

With a little tinkering, I began to see, faces, it seemed sad on one hand, and on the other, could be joy.

Tears do not always represent sadness.

Perhaps Im at a loss for better words, so my thoughts on this one, after staring at the faces

I could only think of this

If we go through life, each week, each day, each hour, each minute, and never expect anything, we will never be dissappointed. Life is full of joy and dissappointment!

:)........Kennyb

picture by me

Lucidity

The draconigenia, scales segmentum, draped in trabea

Breath like caminus, eyes ardesco

The king of my daydreams

out of the wilderness, into my thoughts

the land of fantasy, were i often visit

Majestic to veiw in a mountain of bones

life and death in the ambience

arrogence flows from the aurora

indestructable, sheilded, in peace he sleeps

dreaming of maidens, magical with locks of gold

not governed by the land, eternal in songs

like a ghost i approached, and felt his breath

consumed by the appearance and wanton of his thoughts

to posses the power, intriguing qualities

as i reached out to touch, i was taken back

to the present

kings were suits and heros were simple folks

community leaders and honest workers

humanitarians and peacemakers

again i am here, struggling to succeed by modern standards

longing to visit the purple dragon and conquer his world

kenny b

Passion

      Fragments of logs, floating furiously, like a ferry out of control down a river. the blood flows through my veins, the passion of life tugs at my every being sometimes anxious, to get to the next minute, to rid myself of past mistakes each beat of the heart like thunder rolling across barren plains, knowing that the new experiences will be better than the last. Right or wrong, to make decisions, and not look back, justified, like dogs howling at the moon, chasing shadows, that cant be caught. Like the early bird, that catches the worm, satisfied at the accomplishment, sucess at the moment, and the best is yet to come.Patience, non existent. to do more, always to be better, to beat the best.The day is coming to an end, and the blood flow calms, and retrospect sets in,  anaalyzing the moments, that are now behind us, solving the puzzle of the next day before it begins, hoping its not the last, but living it like it is. Reality is at hand, and the floating fragments, flowing in the stream, the path of life, will settle in a calm pool, and be satisfied, till the current, chaotic ambience, decides to push the passion of life to its limists, unexplainable, human nature, to desire so much to suceed, and fear, at all cost, failure is not an option.....a as i sit and try to define my life, i decide that i was not like the early bird, sucess was not the acomplishment, but the deed, the sacrifice, the worm captured was a meal for the ones that depended on it.The passion for life was shared, by a true leader, leading by example, unrewarded at the present, memories to be cherished, while drifting in the calm waters.

Peace

by : Kenny B

picture by : Kennyb

A New Year

A new year has begun, a marker in time

Renewed hopes, dreams, and for some new pain

In reality it is just another day

Like a swarm of locust we exist

Daily thousands die and thousands are born

Yet the population slowly changes

Four billion minds, in a swirl

Four billion different desires

And as each marker of time passes

We each come closer to the same destiny

Striving for necessities, luxuries of those before us

Harmonious communes, but still there is destruction

It is strange to me that right and wrong are so hard to interpret

We think we are in control of our thoughts and decisions

Searching for answers, not knowing the questions

When the final marker passes and we are breathing our last breath

What will be important at that last fleeting moment

As we cross the threshold from life to death

Peace

KennyB.

1-08-06

No swine before its time

This is way different than what i would usually do, its all in fun.

I have had a pen pal for years from New York, Im from Tennessee.

She has heard rumors about pigs and , well, hanky panky, something about 30 minutes

I wrote this for her, my friend, so i present to you

No Swine Before its time

Short legged and thick, with a body so stout

He could move a big mountain with his short mobile snout

Usually in mud, rooting for grubs

The girl from New York, was thinking of chubs

All proper and prim, with her fast talking tone

The boar just looked, like leave me alone

So curious she was as she looked with much awe

She laughed like a child when the boar let a squall

He dashed for the barn, for a fine looking swine

The yankee was thinking, she needed some wine

She didnt understand, what the commotion was about

And "oops" she thought as the boar made his mount

She watched in disgust at the animals lust

She felt that the deed was really unjust

It only took seconds for the boar and the sow

and from the barn he did come, seeming to bow

The sow layed spasmatic, with a big gnarly smile

since science had proven, the pleasure last awhile

The Yankee just stared, jaw dropped and now frozen

She wondered to self, if he had a cousin!

Kenny B.

1-07-06

Equivocal

The boulder,changing the path of natural things

An obstacle to the flowing stream

A tool for designing the maze of valleys

Germane to the fucoid

A pillar slowly being chiselled

Daily, being attacked, defensless to the elements

It will hold its place until the inevitable happens

Either time will stop, the stream will cease to exist,

Or the elements of nature will overpower the bed in which it sleeps

What seems an eternity to me, is only a blink of an eye

But for most, we are similar to the rock

holding our place in society, changing the paths of lives

Sometimes even the bank furthest away, feels the effect

Such as the people least likely influenced by our actions

Even the most subtle words or deeds, are like the stream

Each inch it travels causes a reaction

But.....unlike the stream or the boulder

We have choices

Each choice will someway, somehow, somewhere

Have an effect on something

Walk a mile, change shoes, and walk back again.

Kenny B.

picture by Kenny B.