Tag Archives: Kek

lf Fulfilled

Posted on March 15, 2017 by Gene Stewart

If it ends in sunbeams                                                                       … Continue reading →

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Hovering Alone

Posted on March 15, 2017 by Gene Stewart

Hovering between a loathing for mankind and                                                                   … Continue reading →

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This

Posted on March 15, 2017 by Gene Stewart

None of us were “here” before;                                                                     … Continue reading →

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The Beginning of The End, Black Sabbath’s Last Tour’s First Concert

Posted on January 22, 2016 by Gene Stewart

Black Sabbath, Omaha, Nebraska, USA, 20 January 2016 CE, evening No one to glance at, share with, In moments when events Signify chains of memories Shared memory means life. / W B Kek /// Writers learn to store experience, observation, … Continue reading →

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Enough

Posted on January 14, 2016 by Gene Stewart

Have I wasted enough of my day to pretend To rise into dressing myself, to eat, to work? Have I wasted enough of myself to allow For a respite from grieving for those gone now? Have I wasted enough of … Continue reading →

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I So Truly Hate the Fire of Time

Posted on December 14, 2015 by Gene Stewart

I so truly hate the fire of time Burning all we’ve come to know Taking cherished lives away Removing marks they made in snow Crushing carvings stone by stone Obliterating every trace of us Unplanned, stochastic obsolescence Devouring mindlessly duration’s … Continue reading →

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Entity’s Tickle as by W B Kek

Posted on September 3, 2014 by Gene Stewart

The sun has eyes. They watch us In the mirror of the moon. As starlight falls, Illumination Draws us into dark. Our lives are deaths Responsive To our terror of the cold. Those eyes of sun Upon us Trace the … Continue reading →

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Gorey Edward’s Final Stance by W B Kek

Posted on June 25, 2014 by Gene Stewart

The rung of a ladder is small; It’s round like it’s not there at all. You cut it half through With a saw from beneath Then their weight as they climb makes them fall. / W B Kek, “Gorey Edward’s … Continue reading →

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Rondo

Posted on December 13, 2013 by Gene Stewart

Rondo Pink clouds, yellow snow, Black tea, you and me; Fuss and fight, fidget nightly, Gaze at empty distances, Between us only we the lonely, We who keep so still — Our dance leaves marks Interpreted as messages from beyond, … Continue reading →

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Late Night Sneak

Posted on August 21, 2013 by Gene Stewart

Hope: It’s eternal; An unwound watch spring. A weapon, a tool. A sucker’s bet A manipulator’s best friend. Watch out for hope; Let it in only provisionally. What you hope reveals your illusions. –W B Kek

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