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.

24 Aug 2019

En Kaanavilai Yengiren Naan Unai

Un sirupu en ithuathil mayakam

Varaai neeye en kaanavilai irave

Nenjile kelvigal-kehkeh

Thaniye irunthu un sirupu en yo-sanee

varaai neeye kaanavailai en kadhale?

 

Sankeethan

you

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

Iceberg n.10

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

waiting

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)