Something so Natural

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There’s a natural smile about you

When you’re so happy your lips extend past your gums

And my eyes extend past your skin

And I can see the nurtured you

And there’s something so natural, that it’s calming.

Like seeing a field of lavenders at sunset

And when the sun rises, I’ll kiss you with its rays

Like the warmth that wakes the blooms

Like the Keeth that loves his Vini

There’s just something so natural about it.

Something so natural about us that makes the hours feel like minutes.

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You,

Are my moving elevation; the horizontal line that I am resisting on

But I swear,

I will grow the strength to pull up and become the sunrise to your horizon

I will shine my strength and warmth that makes you smile

I will show you protection from the night scary skies when I rise

I will stand high noon so you can look up to me whenever you need a smile

But you are my moving elevation, and I know there will be times when you show me your shoulder,

And I know there will be times you push around from me

Dark times and lonely nights,

These distances you can see with black starry skies when you’ve lost sight of horizons,

But never lose hope.

Because I promise

I’ll give you vision, I will show you the horizon, I will resist, I will come to you

I will fill your world with colours and life.

But tonight, close your eyes, think of my resistance and believe in me

I will always come to you when you wake.

Icy Waters

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Am I your icy water?

Am I so smooth, I shock your system when it’s + 45

Am I the smell of dirt, trees, grass and leaves?

Cause I try.

To be calm to reduce your anger

Be peaceful to diminish your fear

Composed to lessen your tension

I’ll be as cold as I need.

I’ll be the cold hard glacier to your burning lava heart

I’ll let you melt me, to keep you happy.

So Please, Please Please

Don’t ask me to be soft, warm and heart-full

Cause this icy water, is only for the love of a daughter.

And this icy water is only for the love of a mother.

And my icy water is only for the love of my lover.

Keeth Ratnes
24th Jun 2018

Light Switch

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Wow
I heard you’re more social now,
I think I better go all out
Maybe that way you’ll come about
And realize
I was just being stubborn
But I was bleeding covered
Un-agreeing, my well-being was fleeing.
I can’t remember the fight; it led to a breakup, usually turned into a make-up; on and off
But I can’t find the light switch anymore. I still remember how to turn it on; it was a simple flick of my fingers.
You see it all use to be at my fingertips.
Turn off the switch when I needed some time with the boys

Turn on the switch when I needed you
But the hurt in your heart shocked the tips of my fingers
And short-circuited my memories and I just can’t remember,
Where that god damn switch is anymore.
Is it the pre or post war that’s got me sore?
Do I ignore or look for the carnivore
That fed on the flesh of your hurt,
But you knew. I needed to be exchanged; I was fried; damaged from your electrocution.  I invited your prosecution.
It was so clear. Your vision and
You knew it was a good decision
And … wow
I heard you’re more social now,
I think I better go all out
Maybe that way you’ll come about
And realize…

Keeth Ratnes
29th Jan 2017

My Saturdays

I miss you on my Saturdays.

I still remember the way we loved, and our foreplay.

Listening to reggae when she’s hopped up, she’s got me popped up.

So good, she wrote the story to my screenplay

You made me excited to wake up for my Sundays.

Felt like she was the cherry on every one of my Sundaes.

But when you’ve had a little too much ice cream,

You kind of wake up from that nice dream.

Guess you got to hate the feeling of after-pains

You know, the feeling when you go astray from bae,

And you knew she was the one, it was a dead giveaway,

But somehow, I walked away

Now what I’m trying to say is, guess I miss you on my Saturdays

Soooooo…. Give me a call sometime?

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Keeth Ratnes (Saturday Jan 28th 2017)

Tomorrow

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Keys on a piano, the melodic soprano; makes music that only my memories can hear and mend words from the hands of Shakespeare.  This story, holds to me, very dear.

Of when I was young, doves fill in my lungs.  Four chords of a C major bring back memories of when I was a teenager.

“hello”

“Today, is tomorrow” “Inspired by Michelangelo, I have a gift that I drew… and I’ve been waiting to give to you.”

Re-imagined a hundred times, I never played the right chords. Never showed you what I was working towards. Like the paint on a canvas, stroke the restraints I was anxious. I put it to a stop, painted my own backdrop; hung my own scenery on my stage, wrote the last words and I turned the last page.

Hiding in silence and fighting my giants, I was missing everything that I was wishing.

I lost my rhymes, stood there and watched time go, watched you live your life, and I had to let you go.

Keys on a piano, the melodic soprano; makes music that only my memories can hear and mend words from the hands of Shakespeare.

There is no love story. There is no tragedy. Just myself, anxiously letting you go.

Letting go of the tomorrow that never came, a plateau with my ever diminishing flame,

What could’ve, What if, Why I never did. Hiding in silence and fighting my giants.

Letting her go

Was the hardest thing I did

She never knew

I lived in a world of my own

She will never know

Of the tomorrow that will never be

Or the sound of that middle C, its beautiful resonances, the balance of its middle-ness; and the subtle symphonies, the sounds of simple-ness, its brilliance.

 

Keeth Ratnes (2016-07-23)

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A life of struggle at a distance is nothing without time and space.
A life of struggle at a distance is nothing without time and a feeling out of place.
I’m calling to you to help me embrace what should have been a commonplace.
Yet your straight face puts me at disgrace, not wanting to retrace these subjects that have become so complex, I know you don’t like safe sex… but you see, that’s now caused some personal effects;
I’ve dug in too deep and you’ve showered me too damp, I’ve been constrained by these tight walls I’m looking for an escape.
Hear that?
That’s the sound of the wind working away at the air, moving, power-housed, storming through, and shaping the air for me to breathe. The wind moves without care or pity of air brutally scaring it’s every flesh.
Breathe all of these metaphors in so I really never have to tell you how I feel or the story of my life.
Why are you indulging in my pain? Maybe you yourself need a place to feel sane.
Explain, so I can attain the main reason of
why it rains on a sunny day of
why it snows in the dessert.
Of why I bathe after every time I’ve been sprayed.
Yes I’ve been sprayed, I’ve been hit by the blade, I’ve been betrayed and I am afraid. Invade, persuade and portrayed like a grenade. All words that rhyme that I choose not to give meaning too; at least enough for you to comprehend. I guess you can say I really miss my best friend. I think I did it again, I dug too deep, I can feel the rain, and I’ve been showered too damp. I need to avoid the pain and extend the lines of my words as my walls of defence. This should be common-sense yet my mind is a little too tense. The wind itself is intertwined with nature itself. Aligned with the horizon, nature is so disciplined.
I’m going through life, reaching new adventures and meeting new annoyances in my journeys that have me puzzled. My thoughts get muffled. I feel troubled. But I know it only makes me stronger, I keep growing muscles because of these struggles. Looking through all of this rubble I construe this bubble of a world that is forever blurred.
So welcome
Welcome to my world. Have a seat! And I’ll show you my realm of incomplete.

Keeth Ratnes 21/05/2016

Breaking Boundaries

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What does it mean when I feel like I’m breaking boundaries

I feel like I’m battling an issue, Feel like I can’t continue and maybe I just need a tissue

Handed to me,

By her,

Maybe it’s something in her that I prefer, or the way I like to hear her scream moan and purr

Or maybe it’s just the conversations that we have.

I remember a conversation I had with her I said to her ‘Baby be strong’

She said ‘Easier said than done right’

I said ‘I wish I was there to hold you’

And she said ‘I wish you were here too’

But I wasn’t, I was the missing constant, Guess I never got the hint

I just know I’m growing up every day and I’m not the man I was yesterday

I still remember being 5 holding onto my mother

Being 21 and seeking wisdom from my father

Now nearly 30 and still I have a lot to discover

And I wonder, how much older do I have to get to be the man that I want to be

Never seeing that in the eyes of them, I was the man holding onto my mother at 5 when she needed me, seeking wisdom from my father when he needed a man to share himself with and now nearly 30 the man with a fortune of life experiences and words of wisdom to be uncovered.

‘I know I’m distant right now, but I want you to do me a favor, close your eyes, imagine me, in that tub, with you, wrapping you in my arms, holding you, cause I am, and it puts me at ease’

She said ‘My anxiety tub?… could use you’

I said ‘I’d absorb every tear that drops on my skin and warm you with protection that emanates from my body’

She said ‘I am pretty cold…it’s freezing in here’

I told her ‘I promise I’ll be the arms that come from behind to hold you. And tell you. I’ll be home to you soon and that it’s going to be okay.’

She said ‘I wish you were home’.

Going through life it only gets harder, makes me feel like I have some kind of manic disorder

I keep having to reach farther, but my arms are growing shorter

I still remember the drunken nights, the drunken fights, the insecurities that kept him inside

I become the dream of a life he imagined. Like a dragon I happen to breathe my passions with actions but seeing him crashing, those images flashing, yet he kept acting while our family was gasping for air when he left us with his ashes, like rashes over my memories our thoughts of him constantly clashes with our today.

I told her ‘You’re my life, I feel you. You’re my highs and lows. I’m myself; But so much more with you. You are essential to my love, I want to protect you, I want to give you good love, anything to make you strong, to make you love, to make you us, to make me yours.’

The right words are coming out, there isn’t a doubt

I’m growing old but I’m not slowing, no this is the time I see myself glowing

I’m becoming more of the man I want to be, I’m learning what kind of man I want to be

Guess that’s what happens when you feel like you’re breaking boundaries

This is what it means when I feel like I’m breaking boundaries

And I am breaking boundaries.

Keeth Ratnes 2016-05-08