“Painting Rainbows”


Time continues to flow its path
A path not linear but in infinite directions
Merging into infinite dimensions

Rainbow colors Light the way
Fractured brightness cascading the Universe
Messages transmitted from plateaus in space

Time is everywhere and nowhere
A moment is an illusion of play
Tripping the mind with expansion

Creation vanquishes the dead to no more
Spirits rising up touching all sides of space
Inside outside ringing bells and things

© jk 2015

#13 painting rainbows (c) jkm 2015

#13 painting rainbows (c) jkm 2015

“Playing Games”


View artists carvings
Designs of creatures dancing
Running feet chasing

Answers then questions
Perceive the races outcome
Let beginning end

Crashing heads and balls
Taking down the hero best
Satisfaction comes

Love two one child wins
Hitting tramples tender minds
Winners hug at end

Punch the sphere with fists
Palms wanting to touch the sky
High as one can fly

© jk 2015

#12 scattered minds (c) jkm 2015

#12 scattered minds (c) jkm 2015

“I think I fell in love with her…”

Kroyer, Severin - Les Roses

Kroyer, Severin – Les Roses

“I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn’t that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they’ll still love you, because they know you. I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she stopped walking. Under the moon, she stopped. And looked at us. She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something; I don’t know. She probably didn’t even know I was there. But I’ll always love her. All my life.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 8: Worlds’ End

“…then you are a writer”

book of magical images growing

“All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you: the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. If you can get so that you can give that to people, then you are a writer.” ― Ernest Hemingway

“Universal Illumination”


The first words measured the time
The last words came with the rhyme
In between the words passing quickly
Circled the words of love
Fearing to be spoken
Scared they will be understood

No walking but forward
Further into your life
Walls faltering
Threatening to crash in
Just keep pushing toward the Light

The Light that brightens the Sun
Not the voice calling out
Notifying the end is done
Hold in your thoughts instead remembering
Near is as far as you want it to Be

© jk – just now 2015

#11 universal kaleidoscope (c) jkm 2015

#11 universal kaleidoscope (c) jkm 2015

Neil Gaiman: Where Do You Get Your Ideas?

Neil Gaiman: Where Do You Get Your Ideas

“For me, inspiration comes from a bunch of places: desperation, deadlines… A lot of times ideas will turn up when you’re doing something else. And, most of all, ideas come from confluence — they come from two things flowing together. They come, essentially, from daydreaming. . . . And I suspect that’s something every human being does. Writers tend to train themselves to notice when they’ve had an idea — it’s not that they have any more ideas or get inspired more than anything else; we just notice when it happens a little bit more.”  — Neil Gaiman