Keith Buster Torkelson's Odds.1 Prose
0 2004JuneRexTalkByKET V2024
Note
Sample from a larger effort we call Rex Talk. The hardcopy and efiles will be gifted to our
nephew Erik Alan Kline PhD. We hope to
post them this year (2024) on our Scandinavian Explorer Blog.
0 2004JuneRexTalkByKET V2024
Note
Sample from a larger effort we call Rex Talk. The hardcopy and e-files will be gifted to our
nephew Erik Alan Kline PhD. We hope to
post them this year (2024) on our Scandinavian Explorer Blog.
By Keith Edward Torkelson U.
June 5, 2004
Sweating
Being me
Now
Being told to
Shut down Exterminator Program
Seeming
Just happened
Now
Cloudy
To brighty
Into pirated program
Run: Terminator
Rex saying
Thinking
Been running
Sometime now
Multiple
Terminations under belt
In process
Kid KET
Unifying
Indicates
A conflict with love
With that model girl
Prism
A goddess be her whole
Subject changed
Kid is it OK if build?
The prisms and Prism?
While the Exterminator evolves?
About annihilation and?
Defines and retro-engineers?
The program?
Terminator???
ByKETLockDown20040510 V2024
Gratitude In Lock-down
By Keith Edward Torkelson (U)
May 10, 2004
Freedom’s taste
Fluxing
In out, in again
And out
Summer now
Sun love to beam
Pulsing straight into my Pineal
On the in I had the fluorescent
Stream
Godlike in my mythology
Out I found a car
A bed
In a quiet place
With “my blankee”
Got a friend back
HD Double D Dawg
Ms. Bunny rode home
Yesterday
Know how hard inside is by
The difficulty I have connecting
My though to my hands
And my “Salvation”
I’m hoping that the Jesus Christ
Division of All
Takes me on for the summer
Oh, hell let us say life
Oh, God let us say ever
And eternal
The less I know
The more I find
Retrograde
Anterograde
The eyes
My blue peepers
In Lilith’s domain
Mirror
Say, “Flame on”
With attraction
And authentic Love
For thy, my neighbors
Grateful I can read
Let me see what the New Book says
Per direction of deputy
Finger printer
The notes from our past
For the now
And for the future
Until the Nothing Testament
Is burned into paper
By the hands of the tongues
To guide the next two
Millenniums
My vision may just
Penetrate the darkness of living
Nothing
Good morning Something
Love KET-U
ByKETHardAndEasy19970325 V2024
DEATH COMES HARD:
DEATH COMES EASY
By Keith Torkelson
March 25, 1997
I was born
In spring of 59
In the Golden Valley
Of Minnesota
I took my first breath
Reportedly
Sometime near 9 pm
On Sunday
Easter Sunday
March 29
About three years later
I sort of died
My sister
Christine
Pushed me away from
Her in the Pacific Ocean
At Huntington
The water was well over my head
She had drug me out
Past the sandbar
On my own
I sank
Once
Struggled to the surface
Just to sink again
I woke up on the beach
On my side
With the saving
Lifeguard peering over me
On the bottom
Just after I had gulped the water for air
The adrenaline gave me a warm peace
I died for a moment
Gone no memory
Until the beach
Thank you Chris
Years went by before I came close
To dying again
Somewhere around 1999
I had drank a little more
But not much than usual
I lay down and I already felt
Overdose and the main volume
Of EtOH had not even been absorbed
I fell unconscious
A light unconsciousness
Yet soon I felt
A squashing
The Weight of the Devil
I felt on my chest
So hard it stopped me breathing
I faded away
Till uncle Pat found me
And led me back
I awoke in the morning
Just knowing how close
I came to not
Two close to deads
In the first half of life
I had hopes of all hopes
That these were the end
Until the true end
At a ripe old and golden age as a sage ...
ByKETComplement1985Summer
V2024
Your Complement
By Keith Torkelson
Summer of 1985
As I hear your whispers
Sometimes I am lost
Trying to do right by you
I know its good
When I see your smile
When I see your smile
I rise to feel glad
At times I feel
I am not clear
I try to pick the goals
You are trying to attain
In my best moments
I will give you aid
I will offer you inspiration
Yet I know you will make it
Anyhow
I think that I am honored
To be your friend
Yet to tell the truth
You often scare me
If some of your
Sad faces could speak
Without an attack
Maybe I would not get trashed
By your truth
Even if apart
I believe
That I will always be
Your complement
And in the events
That you
Release that temper
I hope myself composed
That I may remain cool
And listen, and possibly act
On your requests
I can close my eyes
Though you are not here
I see you
Especially your full lips
Often I feel slow
When addressing
You
Yet there is so much for me
Still to know
Always learning with regards
To you
You’re not the best teacher
Am I helping you?
My goal is to reciprocate
Offer you new options
I’ve tried to help you
From the first we met
I have reservations
Because of our pasts
I wish that my attraction
May keep us on track
One final word
A compliment
From a complement
Katie you are beautiful
Approval20021212 V2024
IT IS NOT THE APPROVAL
By Keith Torkelson
December 12, 2002
It is not the approval that was lacking
It was the over-abundance of
disapproval
Lanaii with my childhood
antics
Had me sit-in-the-chair for a
much as two hours
With her kids it was about
five minutes I believe
It is not the approval that
was lacking
It was the plethora of
disapproval
Candy about 1968 was warlord
of the house
In her opinion in 5 years I
only did on thing right
Really sucks that she will
not say sorry
Christine took me prisoner in
harangues
I wasn’t living up to her
expectations
Not once, said I was doomed
to get arrested
Dad
As far as he was concerned I
was useless at age 19
Never really had a dad
Me
I voted: Myself evil to the
core
My whole badness
Mom
Never said that I did
anything right
Another Candy
Didn’t give a shit what Kevin
though
Yet, Craig made me feel good
Who knows my course if he had
lived
Dad
Again in 1996
Afraid20020312 V2024
March 12, 2002
FASCINATED BUT AFRAID
By: Keith Edward Torkelson,
MS
I open my eyes and see clear
blue skies
I crow like a bird
In a bed of ivy
Fascinated
Where is god?
Hi god: You up there?
God help me!
He hurt me
Watched while another burned
me
He stabbed me in the back
He scarred and scared me
He buried me in the hole he
dug
He is Kevin Torkelson, one of
my older brothers
In our home
All the yelling
The fighting
From this my heart shrank
away
I died in silence
Who is watching me?
Where is the justice?
Now, how can I heal my dead
emotions?
These paralyzing wounds
And the terror they have
invited into my mind
How can I not be always
afraid?
My only thought now is
fascinated but afraid…
AcrosticAfterLifeByKET2005 V2024
After
Life
By Keith Edward Torkelson
September 1, 2005
Anybody here know where our dead dog is?
Found and lost and found and lost again
Truer a pet there never was
Energy and love from the nexus of her K-9 spirit
Righteous dog our Perodita, Lady, Henry, Hank and Pare
Lived the longest time, for fifteen wonder filled years
In the beginning,
immediately cherished by all in our suburban family
From here to eternity
Explore I will,
the depths of my spirit to discover it Lady holds for me a key for me in coming
to believe in my After Life
a:
deafsnd19971210_Short V2024
I Whisper
by KE Torkelson
12-10-97: Shortened 20100424
Into
words
The
ways I feel with you
Descend
remain
All
and every day
Quietly I meditate
Our
permeating connection
Your
warm embrace
Reigning
upon my journey
Growing
to my fullest
Finding
eternal peace
In
your hands
With
deafening sound
Whispering,
I love you
CloseByKET19950805 V2024
CLOSE
By Keith Torkelson
August 5, 1995
I’m finding her so attractive
Her lips taste great
I’m in a sort
In love with my
New friend
Maybe she will become my
Girlfriend
Hasn’t had one for a long time
Not really since Katy
This new girl
Her name is Jodi
I really thank her
For making the first move
Ending my paralysis
I’m thinking of her right now
Of course
Deep inside me
That part seems to connect
With her
I think she knows me better
For better or worse
Often
Cuts me slack
Let me take two steps back
Into the light of reason
Thinking
That Mr. Jones knows her song
Better than I
Because she counted crows
Before me
In a manner I identify
A bit
With
Mr. Jones
I take it he says to me
To get close to her
Yet retain comfort
In a way her first move
Was a remedy
For my condition called
Never going to move first…
CompareCirca1981b V2024
Compare
By Keith Edward Torkelson
Processed: September 1987
I ask you to think
We require time to ponder
I'll provide a home to wander
Meat to eat,
Clothes
to wear,
Data
to process
And a kiss cause I care.
COMPARE
Do as I command
As you will see
Is no easy task for those like yee
Get what you want,
For
a fee,
With
the largest fee for me
Keith Torkelson
1981...........
ClerihewEinsteinByKET20050902 V2024
Clerihew Style Poem: Albert Einstein
By Keith Edward Torkelson
September 2, 2005
I am fascinated with Albert
Einstein. In a 1950’s new article he gave us a sign …
… that he provided humankind
… too much potential energy
… with which we will not use
always in acts yielding life-preserving synergy.
Information behind this style of poetryIntroduction to Poetry TypesTypes of Poetry (Manually paste
link)
http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/types.htmlByKETUntouch20040313 V2024
I Am an Untouchable
By Keith Torkelson
March 13, 2004
On this eve before a day
Or passing
I see my noon hour
Again as a dead one
No one will be with me
That can comfort me
Hold me
Console me
Of all those I thought I had
I never really had
Loyalty and love
The love in my life came
From a dog
Lady, Perodita, Henry
She was a long-haired
Dachshund
Curled with me under the cover
And we slept
Night into night, year into year
I think she loved me in a way
I know I loved her
I think I started becoming untouchable
After dozen of physically painful
Bouts with Kevin
Where he would squeeze my intestines
Till I was either nauseated or feeling sharp
Burning pain.
Joan Zhorne tried her hardest to touch me
Mostly I felt as if her hand
on my side
Was fire
God makes untouchables
Be gone again.
ByKETRelatingDomx20040619 V2024
Alexis Payne Domx
By Keith Edward Torkelson – Unifying
June 19, 2004
Includes suggestive language
Strange
Dreaming-s
Act with girl
Stopping before
Later a roust
Walking to exit
Last man on call
Pulls me over
Passing me back
A rebel one
Smashes me down
Just because
I haven’t my ID
Thinking I lost my license
Like decades ago with
Terri
In the bush
The Junipers
So as then I awakens
Asking what’s up
Why do we have these dreams?
Dreams of frustration
Dreams of arrest
Where is our?
Ucons center?
In seconds most all answer
Ucons and we, be and
Are all in bondage
Bondage by design
Bondage as a service
Bondage imposed
Next I hear hearsay
What about that Candy?
Dominatrix?
Oops, I didn’t say Candace!
What about that being hooked up?
What about mom and the spice?
What about Ungoliant?
And who is in whom?
Then one came along
A domx named Jodi
And took off a cuff
Still my petting is tied
As long as
I
Keep resubmitting my
Eye
To self-imposed bondage
I be thinking
If all men must have
Their private dom-fx
May again I re-new
My enslavement to Payne
Tall with
Cream colored flesh
With long dark black raven hair
Mistress Alexis
That is Alexis Payne
Attractive, yes?
Hey, I’ve been here
before!
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