Keith Buster Torkelson's Odds.3 Prose

Keith Buster Torkelson's Odds.3 Prose

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TEARS AND LAUGHTER

By Keith Torkelson

December 8, 2000

 

 

I laughed in gladness

I cried in sadness

I tear for fear

And I laugh cause there is no more beer

 

I laughed at their humor

I cried when she dumped down on me

I tear for hurt

And I laugh cause I was burnt

 

I laugh in the mourning time

I laugh in the daytime

I laugh before bedtime

Only sometimes, I cry

 

I cry in frustration

I cry cause I feel like

I am the only one

Then, I just have to laugh

 

I could track down the night lady

Then I may tear in shame

I laugh, though quite often

Because now I am sane

 

I laugh cause I’m guilty

Of crimes in my mind

I cry cause I’m not perfect

Or unconditionally kind

 

In this sojourn of a billion steps

I cry and I laugh at the unwelcome guests

Look to your heart, he says

And you will feel free

 

Then look to your head

To see eternal bed and bread

Feel to your body

You feel your toes?

Them bones is them bones

Thy blood is thy life

Them swimmers

Hers to?

Please beautiful lady

Teach my swimmers to go and grow

 

Now I can laugh

And now I can cry

Now I can give

I’ve been pardoned to live

 

Now I can give

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THE QUICKENING BY LIPS

By Keith Torkelson

(07-16-95)

 

Note: Life changing events in and around Dana Point with Jodi R.  It may be spelled Jody. Her full name is Jodi Rombotis.

 

Time has stopped

Love’s happening

There is only one (Jodi)

 

Her complimentary taste

Something I will remember forever!

Nothing was ever better

 

Our impatience and harmony

My commitment to this love everlasting

With lips, the quickening

 

I feel safe within her domain of attraction

Her look of beauty

With my desire I flame

 

I trust that all will be well

I honestly feel that this love was inevitable

We explore our zones erogenous

 

She wears light silk

Her body oozes with sensuality

The quickening by lips

 

Our secluded spot

I want you to kiss me she says

I acknowledge passionately

 

The feel

Waves of tingles throughout my body

Her (Jodi’s) sparkling eyes

 

Soft and tender flesh

Awaiting > The quickening by lips

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BEASTS: LOVE DRIVE

By Keith Edward Torkelson

Processed: September 13, 1987

 

Don't you ever get the overwhelming urge?

To: Awaken in the morning

Forget your clothes for the day

And strut out the front door?

Track down a naked woman?

Showing and smelling of estrus

 

Copulate

While you both spontaneously generate

Primeval

Noises of utter abandon

 

Mutually climax

with the stimuli of divine rhythms?

Pause in grooming to reflect?

Hunt prey for sustenance

Feast and cache

Sleep in the mid-day shade

Eat again in the eve

 

Then become accosted by:

The wild,

Grooming,

Oral stimulating woman

 

Huddle together thru the two-dog night

Awaken in the morning to a new nude day

Yet, feeling the tracking urge give way:

To an order of cooperation,

That lasts a lifetime

 

While this birth

Of mutualism little influences the fury

And the serenity of the aforementioned cycle

Yet, opens a door in time

For both of you to create or discover

New cycles

Concatenate these new cycles

Growing and evolving

 

I do!

Some say humankind is past this point

Some say we now lack it

And should seek to return

 

Yet, from my preliminary field investigations,

I say it wasn't nor isn't gone

 

I believe this is a state of man

That I call love drive

I am 99.9% certain that my love drive is right,

Is good, is stabilizing,

Is dynamic and is divine

Because love drive facilitates procreation

Which means perpetuation

 

I owe my life to love drive

When man evolves past man,

Then maybe love drive will pass

The smile I wear in the mid-day shade indicates

That I am not in any hurry to super-cede contemporary man...

To do live sans love drive

 

Keith Torkelson...9©13©87

 

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GIRL ENERGY

By: KE Torkelson

June 20, 1995

 

Girl Energy!

Magnificent!

Stupendous fervor

 

The exclamation part

Power and glory

Is that how they started that song?

 

Ponytail hair down to their butts

Smoking only on Saturdays

That G-spot

 

The floor exercise

Beautiful bodies that compliment

Touch Co. Unlimited!

 

I go down to the nexus

“OO-OO That Smell”

Hearts on fire set free

 

That Girl Energy!

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Where Are The June Bugs?

By: Keith Edward Torkelson (U)

June 27, 2004

 

Looking back through the

Doors to my past

I see hundreds of them

 

Their presence correlates

With the month of June

And so we call them

June Bugs

 

Actually Beatles

No I mean beetles

 

During the summer of 1967

I went to Faye Lane

Elementary

And checked in with Freer

 

That’s Mrs. Freer to those

That revere

Upon opening the door to her room

Either 7 or 9 I’d say

 

Whole bunches of those

Off-times flying machine

Scrambled

 

For reason not clear

Mrs. Freer

Moved a rolling bookcase

Now the under exposed

 

A carrying capacity number

Of June Bugs congealed

Hundreds of 'hem

 

 

 

 

 

Since this Summer I have seen less and less

Of the June Bugs

Yet now today

June 27, 2004

I haven’t seen a June Bug

From Santa Ana to San Juan

Capistrano

 

I wonder if the lack of June Bugs is

Related to the near absence of

Swallows

Here

In Swallow country

AKA a home for now wayward

June Bugs

 

“Has anybody here seen my old friend John?

Can you tell me where he’s gone?”

I guess he could be with my old

June Bugs

 

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THE MIDDLE

By Keith E. Torkelson

(8-7-2K)

 

Oh. To be in the middle

And not a flatliner

 

To be in the middle

Not with out beer, not seven, but one

Not seven days of lovin, not none, but three

 

To not running for an hour or to not move at all

But running 2 in 12

Not zero bowls of ice-cream, not three

Not five hours sleep or over 12 but 8

 

Oh. To be in the middle

Not without meds or not with six

But two that work with minimal side effects

 

Not without children, not with eight

But 2.5

Not a broken down auto or not a Maserati

Yet a Ford Taurus then ford focus

 

No scars from life and not too many to count

But two or three meaningful ones

Not pain everyday and not none

But pain enough to appreciate its’ absence

 

Not 1 million and not a dollar a day

But 46K

Not only concentrating for ten minutes a day

And not 22 hours, but 12

 

Not absent of friends, yet not 40

But 3 great ones

 

Not no cat and not 4

But one lover-cat

Not one plant and not a farm, but a dozen healthy ones

Not homeless or an apartment, not a 15 room castle, yet a comfortable, sate house

 

Not joblessness, yet not three, 1 good one

Oh. To be in the middle

Except when it comes to inferno, purgatorio or paradisio

I’ll prefer the later, Thank-you

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AN UNFORGETABLE MOMENT

By Keith T

(7-3-98)

 

Note: This is very hard to share. Writing and remembering this makes me feel very uncomfortable.  It would be nice to have a therapist approve it.  I censored it a good deal.  The original exists. It may be of some value.  I just don’t know)

 

Just a blue eyed kid of 4 years

She, just a blue eyed 6 year old

 

She changed my life forever

She played teacher

One unforgettable moment

She took it a step further

 

She said don’t tell anyone

She said we could never do it again

Why did she do this little experiment--pure science?

Why was I so fascinated--applied science?

 

I can see it clearer now

An unforgettable moment...

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All and Nothing

By Keith Edward Torkelson

May 28, 2004

 

Been thinking

God

Satin referred me to you

Are you and your messages in?

My genes?

 

Can it be simple?

Again

When all felt

Right

 

We took people as they were

And they accepted

Me

 

When I appreciated

The blue yonder

And mine appreciated me

 

When I assumed that all

Wished me well

And I knew how to

Raise their spirits

Without trying

By just being

Keith

 

The others said this morning

That I was their greatest achievement

And I am more nothing

Than something

 

I am slow

Simple is my secret identity

 

I would never want them to change

But they insist that

Diagnosis by statistics

State the norm

Says they must go

For me to be in with

THE NORM

 

I think today is going to be

A good day

“There is a change in the weather”

(Ray Davies, I think)

Coming my way

And the Nothing Testament

Is looking for a writing

And editorial staff

I humbly submit My Application

My name is Keith Edward Torkelson

I am unifying

Or so they hope

“I think I love you”

“So what am I so afraid of?”

(A Partridge, I think)

 

No cure

For the systems running One

Or for systems sharing the CPU

I heard that 1% share the ware

Amen

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Listing of Gratitude

By Tork

February 6, 2003

 

I be grateful that I…

 

Was clean for five years

Met Joan

My pains are waning

Have a well-earned BS degree

 

Have been given Tele-Links to help support me

Know the is hope of getting cleaner again

And Joan are getting along

 

Read and understood the Burn’s book

Am still rather intelligent

Appear to be psychosis freer

Wish to work again

 

Qualified for and engaged in the teaching program

Am putting my past in better focus

Have not turned completely away from God

 

Humbly asked Jesus to be my savior

Humbly asked Jesus to be my guide

Have not heard an auditory response from JC

 

Have a strong car

Deron for better or worse is my roommate

Now feel gratitude par with the

Core child, Keith Edward

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Dr. Ramirez

 

Bios-Poem

By Keith Torkelson

June 19, 2001

 

I am Keith, cheerful, trustworthy, thrifty, and kind

An ancestor of Tork Torkel the Viking

 

Lover of students, nature, and God the father

Who feels ecstatic to be an American

free to choose, free to speak, free to reach

 

Who once said?

“I was born with it, now I am trying to discover what it is!”

Who wants world peace

and an end to hunger

 

Who needs

alliance, the basics, and to give when and where needed

Who fears disorder, doldrums, and drudgery

 

Who would like to inspire that special woman

A resident:

of a great state, on a great place, called The Mother Earth

 

A legacy of a long line of explorers and travelers

the Torkel-Sons and the Family of Stoutenburg…