I’m going to be on The Chris and Wayne Radio show here’s the link and blurb…
Join the zany crew of The Haunted Ship of Doom, TONIGHT at 8 PM on www.paramaniaradio.com , as we have author, and spirit medium Patti Keno LIVE in studio! She will be talking about her new book “A Murder of One”, and rumor has it, you may be able to score a signed copy!! So be sure to tune in! And as always…Don’t Just listen to the mayhem..BE PART OF IT! – Cap’n Chris
I never thought
You’d find
me
lying here
resting
holding my head
against
the rain
against the
coming storm
shivering
violently
lost &
alone
I never thought
I’d find you
there
holding out
your arms
to take me
in and
hold me
like a doll
I never thought
I’d find
a peace
inside
a peace so
overwhelming
I never thought
I would
find
a kindred soul
in you
4/4/00
©Patti Keno
The hollow of his hands
The smoothness of his nails
The soft flesh above his eyes
His strong arms around me
His texture; It’s all so real
And I miss it
I miss all of this
As I sit and contemplate
the emptiness of my own arms
I long to feel him there
I long to see him; to touch his hair
I lived my whole life with
This longing for the man with no face
I’ve felt my head against his chest
I’ve felt his finger on my lips and in my mouth
I’ve stared into his ocean-deep eyes
But never once saw his face
Every morning I wake more exhausted
Then when I fell asleep
I’ve spend the entire night
Trying to convince him to come to me
Begging… pleading…
Longing for him to follow me as I slip through
The Dreaming and wake alone once more.
I cry each morning, holding myself
Soon there will be nothing left
Of me to hold on too
Soon there will be nothing left of me.
He told me last night…
“you won’t be alone forever.”
But this waiting is tearing me apart inside
This raw nerve that rips open anew
Each time I see another couple
Together
Another couple in love.
It tears me apart inside that I cannot be
That I cannot be in love
I can only be alone.
4/2/01
©Patti Keno
It started with
a smile
a quick hello
an innocence
shared
an electricity
crackling
in their
eyes
.
It started with
a smile
a simple caress
an innocent
kiss
a tender
word
full of
meaning
.
it started
with a smile
and lived
and entire lifetime
in the span
of a minute
as her imagination
built an entire
lifetime
of love
based on that
one smile
.
.
3/17/00
©Patti Keno
.
to “the Man I always drop things in front of”
there was nothing left here
the well had long since dried
the words were all scattered
like feathers in the wind
scattered only to be collected again
there was nothing left inside of me
until you entered in
i had given up on everything
and i sat, just waiting to die
but now here i am outside
in the thick of it again
laughing, as i slip into
yet another new skin
moving into the distance
as the shell begins to harden
the outer layer crusting over
like a scab just beginning to heal
you gave me new life
a reason to begin
you helped me pick up the pieces
and lay them down again
with your magnetic presence
your omnipotent lust
you leapt ahead of me
leaving me behind in a trail of dust
surprisingly i followed you
and leapt off into the unknown
there is no future
there is no past
only Right here
Right now
everything else
means nothing
it’s only the here
and
its only the now
that matter anyway
.
5/02/02
©Patti Keno
for: the cinnamon boy
Leave me alone
let me be
let me shift back into
invisibility
don’t eyeball me
with your closed eyes
and your stained heart
leave me be
I’m not here to please you
if you don’t like me then walk away
i never asked for your friendship
and I don’t want it anyway
not if you constantly
look at me
and roll your eyes
and tsk your tongue
you’re not any better than me
you never were
and you never will be
just leave me alone
don’t come round here no more
just let me be
I’d rather be alone
then looked at as if i am crazy
i’m not
i’m just me
and if you don’t like that
then just turn around
and walk away
you’re not welcome here
anyway
.
.
9/24/01
©Patti Keno
What would I be
with out this pen in
my hand
this notebook resting
on my knee
the words scratching
their way to the
surface
longing to be heard
where would I be
some other place
I wouldn’t be here now
I wouldn’t be me
not without my pen
and paper
not without my words
I wouldn’t be me
I wouldn’t be this…
happy
.
.
02/18/01
©Patti Keno
if I lay down my head
and close my eyes
maybe I won’t have to do this
maybe I won’t have to go through with it
it’s so funny
so ridiculously funny
that I cry and cry because I don’t have love
but then when the opportunity presents itself
I want to run away from it
and all I want to do right now
is cry
and cry
I’m so nervous
I’m so scared
I’m so giddy
what’s gonna happen?
who knows?
what if he never shows?
what if I don’t?
I can’t breathe anymore
my throat is closing up
it’s ok
relax
you’ve made it this far
don’t turn back
this may be it
you’ll never know until you try
.
.
02/14/02
©Patti Keno
.
To: the cinnamon boy
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