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A new Poem from My Favorite Poet...

Posted by kingez in Poetry, Writing on March 4, 2010 | No Comments
i can but gingerly trace a walk around these words i once was a poet (you never knew me then but think you do) no one did which could be trite and vain (but is not) on ash wednesday “because i know that time is always time” i entered the church of my soul and began to weep which could be trite and vain (but is not) for the loss of someone dear to me who was buried long ago beside...
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New KingEz Children’s book: ...

New KingEz Children’s book: <span> King of Um</span>
Posted by kingez in Writing on December 15, 2009 | No Comments
I’ve been busy this holiday putting the finishing touches on my new Children’s book “King of Um.” Not man details at this moment because things are still shifting around quiet a bit… but you can take a look at cover which I think I’m satisfied with… If your a designer or on looker let me know your thoughts. This should be available early next...
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Character! hu?...

Character! hu?
Posted by kingez in Writing on November 11, 2009 | No Comments
Character is not something we talk about much anymore, or teach our Children. We teach our children more societal taboos and empty plateaus of tolerance, self esteem and individuality. But in character we find something much more useful than a self esteem that is always half truth and sometimes straight out lying to ourselves. In self character we do not find esteem but suffering with...
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Not existing or existing forever...

Not existing or existing forever
Posted by kingez in Family/Children, Religion, Writing on November 10, 2009 | 3 Comments
Tonight my son told me that he had been thinking about heaven. He said he couldn’t imagine existing forever, that it wouldn’t even fit in his mind. In a stroke of genius I told him not imagine existing forever, but to imagine not existing anymore. He told me that it was even harder to imagine not existing anymore than to imagine existing forever. That’s my boy.. I...
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The sadness of a child...

The sadness of a child
Posted by kingez in Poetry, Writing on November 10, 2009 | No Comments
The excitement of a child makes me very sad. Though in no way will I diminish it, I can’t help think of the lies I hold when I confirm the happiness of life. Because it does not exist in the way that we see in a child. It is much more subtle and rare, so much so, that is great, because it may never come again. It makes me sad, and feelings dim, that they will taste the intimate...
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Poem: Medicine ...

Poem: <span>Medicine </span>
Posted by kingez in Poetry, Writing on November 10, 2009 | No Comments
medicine grant me grace walking through this ghost of faith burn the edge of my desire numb the burn red of fire medicine my dullest friend let me wake and sleep again blur my fate bring me low humble quiet liquid soul medicine dream no more search not of look not for passion’s gate deep within dreams will float a lake of sin medicine oh life unsure blurring days a quiet cure yes...
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Poem: Let them sleep...

Poem: Let them sleep
Posted by kingez in Poetry, Writing on November 9, 2009 | No Comments
So then Death what will you offer? Life what profit give to me? Profit? soul! you selfish scoffer Riches share you here to be? Glass of eye, seek your answer by the breath I give and share grip your wisdom pose and dance her questions me with sound of air? Death engage this vital storm will in silence thus behave? sting the tongue, you jagged thorn Lift your chalice from the...
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Gore, guts and glory O My!: Life i...

Gore, guts and glory O My!: <span>Life is Horror</span>
Posted by kingez in Religion, Writing on November 9, 2009 | No Comments
Anyone that knows me knows I’m a huge horror buff. I can’t get enough of werewolves, frankenstein, vampires and crazy deformed slashers. I don’t know where I got this fascination. I’ve read like every book written about the study of Serial Killers and why they kill. Some would say theirs something evil under my bed that draws me to such dark content. But I think...
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Phantom Desires:the un-natural nat...

Phantom Desires:<span>the un-natural natural </span>
Posted by kingez in Religion, Writing on November 8, 2009 | No Comments
I was driving home from the Quicky Mart today suck’n on my purple squishy, a Leonard Cohen love song playing, which is both sarcastic and deeply moving. I’m not sure if it was the Purple Squishy, the cool Fall air or Mr. cohen, or that i had left my wife at home watching Peggy Sue, but I started reminiscing… and I just don’t do that any more. “I...
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Poem: Time is a Sausage...

Poem: <span>Time is a Sausage</span>
Posted by kingez in Poetry, Writing on November 4, 2009 | No Comments
Time is a sausage That’s what he said I’m quit fond of sausage, He was’nt joking time is a sausage Drinking wine smoking outside the frogs, damn frogs are they in the sausage bulging at ends connected and held by motion of skin forced up , tight from the link That’s where Christ shines defines a moment I think creating and ending the...
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