Summer’s Dreams Discontinued.

I actualized a work of art, emissions flowing from my heart, formed from with in a lark.
It came whispering through me, a chance for absent intimacy, issuing from the dark.
My machinations multiplied, my craft once formed, begging to be plied, gave no rest.
How to post and not be forward, not be bold or awkward, call to all, “A poetry contest.”

For prizes, I had some fancy, signed pictures from the, "Fantastic Food Fight Fantasy."
What to bless this contest thread? scratching head, “Express Your Love for K.H.C.”
I did try to please, chances for all, was my release, Roses are red, jumped into my head.
With each notification, greeted with jubilation, with poetic wealth, my thread was fed.

So many wonderful poesy, incantations for K.H.C., I explored them all, with alacrity.
For I though occupied with good intentions, found, adjudication, anti my capacity.
When works of art are from the heart, how can I warrant, give sway, an indisputable one?
There are no upset in my contest, for this is best, all are winners, for everyone won.

I the victor am but small, for having ingenious words to my eyes fall, I favor them all.
A binder black I did announce, I will send your accounts, to K.H.C. that he may recall.
As time takes it’s leave, and we scatter as leaves, I hope you will be extremely pleased.
All copyrights preserved, please be assured, may all your worries be seriously relieved.

The black binder a tricky integer, I had to search for seizure, rescued my missing shoe,
Dust bunnies, the Sunday funnies and a construction once combined for Baby Boo.
Should I assault with tie tacks his initials on the jacket, no, stud earrings are the thing.
The resulting pain still lingers, on my fingers for the refined forged figures they did bring!

As the black binder was being rendered another thought penetrated my peculiar temper.
A documentary of my pondering and the food fight drawing commingled in a blender.
I have scuffled with the conception of conveying these precious perceptions to himself?
On second thought and recollection, this colorful confirmation, I detain upon my shelf.

Inside this tome, of personal words to whom, I perpetuate in revelry retrospective.
My antics do not enchant, I fear inferior to his cant, let him entreat for this collective.
On each page I placed the face of a younger vibrant place, identical to self imagery.
Next verse gives an indication, to what is on each stratum, intriguing, he might agree.

The Food fight WARRIORS, reported by a courier, he said, “I’d like it if you did.”
The POETS unsequestered, sang their sweet songs that once did fester and where hid.
HEROS, with compassion and council that was fashioned on Keith our hero’s dime.
As JOURNEYMEN we develop, concepts we envelope as we augment through our time.

It was the start of December, I truly do remember that Lea did state, a haiku debate.
A calendar with haiku poetry, be produced, bestowed on he, to celebrate a birth to date.
I being equipped with talents, continuance, and temperament, would have been amiss,
If I did not volunteer to collect, call for the choir, collate, to commemorate our bliss.

With the board in dissolution, the project sans solution, until the time that we reconvened.
Response, less than ardent, I cajoled to complete the commitment, comparable to a fiend.
It’s arrival a timely consequence, Osiris mentioned, “On the desk”, I know it is with him.
The 28th to date I have not a report, no thank you for our efforts, prompts me to be grim.

The gift is in the giving, forgiving, more giving, his fan family, is not paramount, I repute.
I did advise, in a letter, that courtesy is for the better, please believe me, it is absolute.
The word today, his inner child is locked away, even wheedled, won’t show up to play.
I being caught, wondered not, now question, what’s behind the reason that I stay?

In the spheres, of dark, of insignificant fish and sharks, I muse and abuse the rules.
I dared to provocation at each and every occasion, for I think of sycophants as fools.
“Larger than life and living on the edge,” my signature is pledged, each post did end.
That he perfect, is an illusion, through comprehensible conclusions, I could not pretend.

In “Just a Note,” I teased and censured, his unpretentious posture, for his betterment.
Message boards are for messages, to him constructive analysis, was to be my penchant
If all he wanted was the buzz, how great and wonderful he was, I am sorry for my trouble.
“Who dresses that man?” was the declaration at hand, I’m apologetic if I burst his bubble.

“In Keith Oh Keith!” it occurred to me, in a spree, time for a, Food Fight intervention.
The wails of his fans, where appropriately in hand, before I started this vast contention.
With twisted employ, I did put forth effort to annoy, summoned from attenuated absentia.
I can not deny, I intersected the lines, reported doctrines, certain expanded, dementia.

Then came the itch, of wounded, wretched spirits, I needed to console and him defend.
Negated emoticoms defaulted, ambiguity was distinguished, or innocence to pretend.
I asked and received no satisfaction to his actions, no decree towards exceptablilties.
I woke the morn to renounce the scorn and showered him with lemon yellow smileys!

“Today’s Day Dream.” a week long activity in entity, for himself and myself to please.
Effects, simplex feasible, that would be events believable, betwixt our sprits identities.
The dinner party once arisen, in my ever expanding visions of his life’s precious loves.
It was a technique to asseverate, a moment to commemorate, I did pull off my gloves.

I appreciate that I do irritate, badger, abrade, exasperate and am royally a tick,
On the other hand, some times I comprehend, that he might be, thicker than a brick.
I am here my bridges to mend, though to transverse them, I feasibly will retain my flight.
Exclusively to mention, I refuse to forsake them, obviously burning brightly in the night.

To eventuate, to terminate the remonstrate, with deliberation to say I’m repentant.
If factors of fate, find us some date, to brace for his forgiving smile, I’m expectant.
Let me say, command it a day, it is true my joy ran away, I ask for his absolution.
To him my hand, I extend, my compliment is not pretend, blessed be our conclusion.

L.D. Neill

02 02 2002

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