The creation, spawning by dividing energy twice and twice only, making the parts rejoined observing the undeniable truth the whole will be greater than the parts yet the process kills, weakens me with every new attempt, an agonising fever of the mind bringing me one step closer to conceding

find me a bard to write my story find me a siren to sing my song find me a muse to refill the well banish ink drought and word thirst

Age of reason age of treason daemons roaming forests of old. Dry stone walls dividing the lands, sheep roaming and grasslands blooming Homestead killing streams of blood, witches burning stakes on high - the hunt goes on.

I could never harm the self with knives as cuts leaves lasting scars exposed. I could never waste this precious life with drugs and dolls and days asleep. I could never face the mirror image without truth in heart and honest intention. I could never drink myself to sleep, alone in a moulding bed of dreams.

What hope remains for those among us where years go past before courage exceeds the threshold of fear to finally open their hearts?

I don’t like phones and the people on the other side - hanging up I don’t like talking to people with their unpredictable nature - withdrawing I don’t like being in the presence of twits, time wasters and selfish bastards - fleeing I spend my days with communication, developing systems enabling people to talk across the void, having cross team collaboration all around our wide, wide world…

The realisation that work fucked me up is as unbearable as the truth that there is nothing else.

Haiku Daydreams One dreams..., Lost in some dream. while life went on.. Copyright © 2013 Kesha Rankin

Please don’t tell me why, keep me in the dark, I’ve done so many foolish things, outlawed once - afar Please don’t tell me when, keep me in the dark, timing never mattered much as long as we were apart Please don’t tell me how, keep me in the dark, but do defuse the mains and switch on the gas supply Please don’t tell me what, keep me in the dark, lock the place down, and hide those rusty keys, then light the last of your cigarettes to finally set me free

Darkness embraced the land as he wrapped himself in the cloak of courage, donned the boots of bravery and the mask of mores. On that starlit night the gate was lowered, and so the path to freedom anew. He untethered his mount; waited, sighed, and turned back - to the only place he knew.

Det var både och inte antingen eller Det var arvet och miljön som stöpte mig i glöden I er mall så skyddslös i ert våld utan kontroll Unga pojken växte långsamt gamla pojken känner sorg

How can it be that if You take nothing and Multiply that With something You end up with nothing – nonetheless But if I try To quantify Your significance in my life By multiplying me That was nothing With you That was everything I end up with something A something that Is not void But essence Pure essence

I let go and someone carried me away A new wind filled my swaying sails A new stream led my boat adrift A new belief awoke in my bigoted mind A new sense of truth, purpose and bliss appeared As I let go, and sailed away

The things you see By glancing at me Are the things you will get Remember that Nothing more and Nothing less Unless perhaps You focus somewhat Towards the space Between myself There you will uncover If your sight is right The other me Shining bright And then you will know That you have hit upon The matching one You were fated to find

How I loved to see you Entering my body and dissolving Into me Anticipating the end result Bound to appear In time Living on you For minutes, hours and days At length Realizing too late The twists and turns and the Transient effects There is no grief Within me now, as you depart From me I only feel relief right now Abiding the sting Inside Let the times gone by Never again Be mine

I don’t know you But I fear you Fear your thoughts Fear your words, harsh words most likely Fear your dislike and discontent A battering ram upon me Torture. You kill me - slowly Kill me without words Kill me without thoughts - most likely Kill me without even knowing me - for sure I am sorry. Please forgive me. I put no blame upon you, because WTFRU?

Behind the first door a clown in tears the sun sets and a red nose beacon over frosty land Behind the second door a restless couple slowly strolling the woman beating bleeding hard Behind the third door I kiss the mirror my lips are tainted with the taste of warm blood in solitude Behind the forth door black death alight there is vacuum between my skin and my life Behind the fifth door souls are sailing on stormy seas from the depths a voice cries of that which is now cold Behind the sixth door

I would snog a tree if it had your lips. I would risk a few splinters if it had your thrust. I would cut it down and set it alight just to feel your fire next to me. Is that love I ask thee.

There was love in her eyes but he didn’t see it, didn’t understand the basics, the core of emotions guiding them on their journey. She had confidence though, that with time she would manage to break him, to make him see the light, the fundamentals guiding them all. He thought her weird, a bi-product of too long an exposure to the new age. Infinity and beyond, he would never surrender his freedom, at any cost. There was love in her eyes, a chill in his heart, a shared passion that would kee

First I want to apologize to every that I follow for not being here to read all of your wonderful work. I love every one of you and you have become an inspiration to me in my endeavors. For those who don't know or isn't following me yet on  Twitter, Facebook or here, I have been working very hard on two novels that are scheduled to be released later this summer, as well as a book of poems. Yeah, I know that sounds crazy, but as many of you writers know, this is part of the work after all the w