I know, I know:
you "Kegawa, Keggie, can I call you Keggie?"
me: "um.. if you want?"
you: "you're an artist! what are you doing writing poetry?"
me: "well i've always loved poetry, just as much as art..."
you:"so why no poetry until now?"
me:"well a lot of times its very personal, inspired work and I like to keep it to myself"
you:"why start to share now?"
me:"well everyone knows me as an an artist, hopefully a good one, but i want them to know the rest of me too. i'm a writer, a cook, a singer, and a few other things besides"
you:"well I look forward to it :D"


so yeah expect some poetry out of me every now and again.







The Space Between Spaces

Within the cracks and crags there lies
A nothing of imperceptible worth
Its sound, the soft and subtle sighs
Of the rotations of our vibrant earth.

Within the shadows cast by night
In the air when darkness looms
The stale breath beneath the summer light
The hallow echo of forgotten tombs

The void of laughter where children are not
The long dead note of a rusted horn
The sound a stump makes turning to rot
The mute cacophony of sounds unborn

I wonder if you understand
The true meaning of “not to be”
It’s like a ball not in your hand
But still not where it aught to be

Indefinable but absolute,
Beyond our reach but all around
The space between spaces at its root
Is what is there but can’t be found.

The lesson here is one of faith
Perhaps not in some one, or thing
But in searching for that impossible wraith
That slides between all, slave and king