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    • -------------------------------------------
      ABOUT ME
      ------------------------------------------
      My life is just a bowl,
      just a bowl that bubbles cheery,
      an overflowing bunch of yummy,
      a hard pressing find of dreary.

      Freshly out of nowhere,
      right around our time forgot
      my promise shows me look there,
      climb aboard my life long jaunt.

      h.s. SEE noevil






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        • IM NOT BIG ON READING,
          NO I'VE NEVER BEEN,
          WHO KNOWS WHEN I GET OLDER,
          MAYBE I'LL READ THEN....

          SO I HAVEN'T FOR FOREVER,
          MY FAVORITES MIGHT BE TWO,
          MARK TWAIN AND ARISTOTLE,
          AND THE BIBLE NAMES A FEW.

          BUT NOT AS YOU MIGHT THINK IT,
          THUMPERS ARE PLAIN LOST,
          TURNED NEARLY EVERY STORY,
          INTO ETERNAL BLACK MAIL COST.

          THERE REALLY ARE GREAT POINTS,
          THE MESSAGES ARE STILL CLEAR,
          BUT ONLY IF YOU'VE READ THEM,
          AND LEFT OUT ALL GOD'S WILL.

          GOD'S WILL IS IN OUR HEARTS,
          AND HE PUT IT THERE FOR US,
          SO SOMEONE ELSES VIEWS,
          TRANSLATE HIS MISTRUST.

          EVERY SINGLE STORY,
          FORCE HUMANS TO OBEY,
          IF THEY'VE CHOSEN NOT TO,
          THEY PREFER YOU STAY AWAY.

          IT'S ALWAYS BEEN THE SAME,
          SELL FEAR AND WATCH IT WORK,
          CREATE EMOTIONS FULL OF WHAT IF,
          TELL ME WHICH FEELING HAS A WORTH.

          WHAT JOKE THESE PEOPLE PLAY,
          TELL OTHERS HOW TO FEEL,
          WHICH FEELING IS IMPORTANT,
          AND HOW TO KNOW WHAT'S REAL.

          REAL IS SIMPLY ROOTED,
          AND REAL IS ALWAYS SOUND,
          REAL STARTS OUT AS A SEEDLING,
          AND GROWS UP FROM THE GROUND.

          REAL IS NOT IMAGINED,
          AND REAL IS NOT A DREAM,
          REAL HAS ACUTUALY HAPPENED,
          AND REAL ABSOLUTELY NEVER SEEMED.

          AN IMAGINARY PLACE FOR SOULS,
          A PLACE NO ONE'S EVER SEEN,
          NOT EVEN DROPS OF MAYBE,
          AND THAT SHAPES MY BELIEF.

          ALOT LIKE THE NORTH POLE,
          SANTAS LITTLE ANGELS,



          TO TRASLATE HIS INTENTION,



          BIBLE THUMPERS SEEM PLAIN LOST,
          THEY'RE TAUGHT TO FOLLOW FOLLOW,
          AND TO FOLLOW AT ALL COSTS.

          SHEEPISH FLOCK OF FISH,
          SCHOOL IS OUR HERD,
          A PASTURE TRIES TO TRANSLATE,
          A 4000 YEAR OLD WORD.

          TRY WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT,
          CONVICTION TIL DESPAIR,
          GOD'S WORD IS SO DILLUTED,
          IT'S A WONDER WHY CHURCH CARE...

          ALL WE EVER DO,
          IS JUDGE THE OTHER,
          THINK WE SEE WHAT'S UP,
          AND WE NEED TO GET A CLUE MAN.
          Recently Viewed: GOD LOOKS ALOT LIKE YOU!
          GOD LOOKS ALOT LIKE YOU!





          .:KEOKI`IKOEK:.
          November 3, 2008




          GOD LOOKS ALOT LIKE YOU!


          ONCE UPON THE DAWN OF TIME,
          HUMANS LOVED TO LAUGH AND SING,
          BUT SOMETHING HAPPENED WAY BACK WHEN,
          NOW HUMAN'S THINK LIFE IS MISLEADING.



          HE WORKED WITH TOOLS OF FORGIVNESS,
          HANDCRAFTED PEARLY GATES
          HIS DOORS OPEN ONLY INWARD,
          RIGHT INTO HIS HEART OF LOVE

          ALONE ARROW POINTS
          DEEP INSIDE EACH MOment
          LIVING LOVING LAUGHING,
          HIS UNIVERSAL GUISE,
          JONES TOWN
          PLANETS SPIN EMOTION,
          EARTH MUCH BETTER THEN HE THOUGHT,
          UNIVERSAL OCEAN ,
          MISPLACED

          S THERE SUCH A "REASON"?
          COULD ONE POSSIBLY EXIST?
          GRUMPY DISPOS
          OD MUST BE FULLY TRIPPING,
          HE'S COMPLETELY FLIPPED HIS LID,
          IT'S SEEMS HE'LL NEVER GET IT,

          FCOSMICFLOODING PROPORTION
          THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD?
          DROWNS OUT EACH AND EVERY WILL,
          AND ALL BECAUSE HE'S ANGRY,
          TODAY HE'S ANGRY STILL.

          BOUT THE FAMILY COUNSELLING
          HE BIBLE SAYS GOD'S PERFECT,
          AND WHY WOULD GOD CLAIM THAT,
          PERFECT IS A POISON,

          F YOU WERE THE CREATOR,
          WOULD YOU FEEL THE NEED TO BRAG,
          TO SELL THAT YOUR IMMACULATE,

          THAT OUR GOD IS FULLY PERFECT,
          CONCOCT OYOUR OWN MIXTURE

          MISTAKES HAVE NEVER HAPPENED,
          DOUBLE REASSURE-IT

          EXHAUSTED EVERY RESOURCE
          FIND THAT HARD TO SWALLOW FULL!

          GOD KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING,
          HE LOVES US ALL A BUNCH,
          HE'S ALWAYS HAD OUR BACKS,
          AND HE'S RARELY OUT OF TOUCH. .

          NOW WHOEVER WROTE THE BIBLE,
          MAKES ME STOP AND WANT TO PAUSE,
          SO COMPLETELY OUT OF TOUCH,
          CHURCH BELIEVES IT HAS NO FLAWS.

          BABTIZED A ROMAN CATHOLIC,
          HIS GENIUS STOPS AND PAUSE,
          WHOEVER WROTE THE BIBLE,
          PAINTS GOD A BITTER MAN,


          AND HIS RESOLVE

          DID GOD HAVE ANY PARENTS,
          CUZ HIS COPING SKILLS ARE WEAK.
          STILL CLEARLY HARBORS ANGER,
          SELLING FEAR IS OLD AND BEAT

          HE'S NEVER USED EXCUSES,
          TO JUSTIFY HIS CAUSE!

          DID YOU SAY WORTHY EXPLANATIONS?
          WHO'S SELF-WORTH CAN'T WOULD STOOP TO THAT?
          HE LOOKS FOR CONFIRMATION,
          GOD

          COULD ONE POSSIBLY EXIST?RESIST
          HIS CHILDREN AREN'T OBEYING,
          SO HE MURDER'S WHEN HE'S PISSED? `

          I WILL NEVER BUY THAT,
          WHO'D RAISE THAT KIND OF KID,
          WARN BE ON THE LOOK OUT,

          FOR THE CRUMMY THINGS THEY DID?

          IS GOD LEARNING CURVE LEARN IS CERTAIN?
          COOKIES CRUMBLE AND THEN FALL?
          SO MAGIC COOKIES UP IN HEAVEN,
          WON'T HAVE THE CRUMBS AT ALL?

          HE'S ESPECIALLY NOT ACCUSING,
          FOR MOODS HE CHOSE WITHIN,
          GOD'S CHOICES ARE HIS OWN,
          AND TAKES IT ON THE CHIN!

          KIDS BOBBING AND DECAYING,
          SWOLLEN CORPSES 'ROUND THE WORLD?
          AND HE'S A SINGLE PARENT?
          MAKES MY TOES JUST WANT TO CURL.

          CUZ WE'RE NOT TALKING ONE LIFE,
          AND WE’RE NOT TALKING THREE,
          WE'RE TALKING A MASS MURDER,
          THE LIKES YOU'VE NEVER SEEN!

          WHAT KIND OF DAD IS THAT?
          LEAVES HIS KIDS WITHOUT A LIGHT?
          AND IT'S ALL HIS CHILDREN FAULT,
          FIRST BORN AREN'T WORTH A FIGHT?

          BIBLE SAYS HE DOES NO WRONG,
          ALL MISTAKES SHOULD BE IGNORED,
          BUT DENIALS ARE SUGGESTING,
          RAISING KIDS ARE SUCH A CHORE!

          ALL THIS SILLY BUSINESS,
          MAKES NOT ONE BIT OF SENSE,
          YOU CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON GOD,
          CUZ HE'LL NEVER JUMP THE FENCE!

          HE'S ALWAYS GOT YOUR BACK,
          SO YOU'LL NEVER HAVE TO GUESS,
          HE'S THE ONLY ONE WHO CARES,
          AND HE ONLY ASKS YOUR BEST.

          WE REALLY ARE NO DIFFERENT,
          BETWEEN FATHER AND HIS OWN,
          HIS CHILDREN BRING HIM LIFE,
          WITHOUT THEM HE'S ALONE.

          MISTAKES ARE GOING TO HAPPEN,AND THEY ALWAYS WILL
          GOD MAKES HIS OWN FAIR SHARE,
          HE'S ALWAYS HELPING SOMEONE,
          THAT'S HOW WE KNOW HE'S THERE.

          TO FALTER IS THE GOOD PART,
          NOW WE PICK OURSELVES RIGHT UP,
          WE'RE RISING TO THE CHALLENGE, STRENGTH
          NO NEED FOR ANY CRUTCH.

          WE CHERISH OVERCOMING,
          WE LIVE TO PERSEVERE,
          WE SHOULD NEVER HARBOR WORRY,
          OUR HEARTS SAVE NO ROOM FOR FEAR.

          CUZ WE'RE ALL HIS SPITTING IMAGE,
          FALLING RIGHT NEXT TO HIS TREE,
          GOD LOOKS SO MUCH LIKE YOU,
          AND HE EVEN ACTS A BIT LIKE ME...


          ...IT'S ABOUT ME; me, me, me, me, me, me, me

          Id like to take this moment to mention a few very important people in my life...

          First Warden, yea, it's been real, and Warden it's been fun,
          but so far Warden, in a nutshell, it's never really been all that fun...

          Next, I'd like to say a little something to my Mother,
          Yea Mom, yea the next time you feel like sending me a care package,
          go ahead and don't include the well concealed 9mm weapon...

          yea, and another thing...

          Figure the next time I tell you to stay the hell out my life, that includes correctional facilities, and one more thing, our cell needs more TP, thanks, see you at breakfast.





        • ice-ice baby!

          clearly they match

          slip squarely fit

          bobbling Eskimo heads




          hold tight
          scared empty feeling
          slippery beans make a loud mess

          Finally,
          picture pour me
          crying a River Unfinished

          How each day is already,
          jam packed with past due,
          and how moments together,
          are becoming so few.

          Gusty winds are the best,
          your in tough times
          blow harder than the rest,
          us off, away, raise questions of why, voices of together,
          really busand blinking our moments howling moments together are so few.

          Celebrate some old duck, moment blinks through.
          raise my voice and tonight even maybe,
          or our moment blinks through.

          ice cold water, is no bother, ice cold juice, makes me want to roost, ice cold tea makes me want pee, ice cold milk makes me want a milf, ice cold smoothie makes we want some poosey, ice cold beer makes me want to cheer , ice cold brew makes me want to screw, ice cold duck makes me want to ...?

          soon in a few. may not come.
          outlining each moment,
          with my thumbs.

          could be a blast,

          Note to myself,
          battle
          dragging my feet,
          stepping in gum rolling
          tomorrow the digging subsides,
          each emotional
          motionless unrest,
          watch empty shelves
          undress






          Doberman pincher
          this and these
          both have teas
          that and those
          up your nose.
          like in ese este,
          and esa esta.


          mercury
          dont stop the music
          song remains the same



        • unfinished beasts I'm coming to see,
          unearthing pits is where it comes to me,
          Let'm cook and just leave'm be,
          smoking good soil, makes me want to cry.

          But this time feels different...
          its those yummy aromas,
          that I actually become to see,
          Hawaiian kings so becoming of me,
          my fat full belly becomes to be,
          quite an island topic.

          Same old coming to be,
          strangers come to see,
          just what comes to me,
          with their own eyes.

          But this time, I've become to see,
          a real becoming of me
          which becomes to be
          quite a cool surprise.




        • screaming banshee eyes attention,
          bite my brain with impure thought,
          require i ignore them,
          and an occasional look of shock.


        • MottoBiography...

          If its too good to be true, then its too good to be true, I never got that message growing up, i mean I get it and got it, but i just wouldn't absolutely believe it every time, every now and then i told myself that i knew better this time and in fact it's not to good to be true this time. So I got the message during my lifetime, but I remember a handful of times that circumstances were pointing directly at the not "Too good to be true", and I wouldn't believe the truth in the message, talking myself into the exception to the rule, and /or there are no absolutes, only on occassion though, but every occassion was a guaranteed let down, even after lowering expectaion levels. Because REMEMBER, if it's 2 good 2 B trew, then special occassions r 2 good to bee TRUE too, but that's the easy part... its the second part of that statement that's getting it's jollies from messing with me to this day...

          da brudah, da bruddah try wait foa go from the uddah, oh seestah, oh da seestah try stay foa look, but no can, da adda buggah too beeg, try foa get, no like try, no matta, ketch u bum bye...

          Like i was saying, the part that says, "then it's too good to be true", that second part of the saying is weak, unclear, gives me room to move around, room i should n't feel is avaible to me. And if the 2nd part of that saying just said, PERIOD, THEN IT WOULD BE CLEAR AND CONSISE, TWO ATHINGS IT'S NOT RIGHT NOW. to me, for me, with me, that's too vague, so I cleared it up for myself, and for you like it matters. I also found that my solution gave rise to a very descript, highly accurate, definition for me, and it's working, and it goes a little something like this...

          If its to goo to be true, then it isn't true, period ! ...ahhhh,

          that feels so much bettah, peace at last, IgnorantBliss, just me and my arrow, taking the high road, just rolling along, it's me and my arrow...

          So suspect the unsuspected and when you least expect it, expect it...and
          if you lease accept it, I wouldn't wreck it, or ever retread it, because you'll regret it, and you should have read it, so there i said it, cuz once you met it, that's where you fed it, but you didn't get it, come on, instant credit ? Like you could ever get it, think if you thought ahead it, then you might not let it, set it, you back. Like you'd home stead it, i fully bet it, that once you read it, you went it, and let it, own you. And now you'll dread it, next time go met it, or better yet call a medic, or go to bed it, sleep on your head it, back in the shed it, should have run and fled it, and not let it, get it, so far far away from the spread it,....never without regret it... get-up-and-go-get-it


          ah yes tiz your body, tiz your steamy hot body, in particular yo lips, those soft, warm, supple hot spots, lipid pools of yum yum, your hot spots, oh your spots are so hot, my oh my they're hot, so scorching hot they burn, marked with a brand of beauty, head to toe your painted marks, re-do again a ditto spot, so hot from end to end, able to be ready, ready to view your hottest friend...your something else you little vixen, you and your friend so hot you bake, you broil and singe again, hotter than some buttered toast, smoking past your friend, and it's not up for debate, your iron hot, a crease that cuts the rug, you're starched with face it , til the end, grin hottness once and grin again, smoked hottness fire grin. Undeniably your hot spots rule the zone, smoking reeds and ganja stuff, i want to puff you until you're gone, and flick your but hot buns, re-mamarkable ...hot spots or stars and stripes, plade and polka dot, all in place for once, so you find your finess you can not hide , your perfect face, it burns right through, any masking tape assault...tiz your body, no buddy your body, you're some buddy, some buddy, with some body. you're spos are hot like no tommorrow, like disco inferno, like the the roof, the roof the roof is on fire, i said it's on fire, on fire did you say? yes it's on fire, its the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire, it's really on fire, so let that motha burn...what you'd say, i said so what, oh yea so what ? yea so what, so let that motha burn. Burn little maotha, burn... you heard me lil motha, i said burn little matha burn, just go ahead and burn? yea let it burn, allright little motha burn then, burn then motha, burn...go help that motha burn..you hot ting


        • ...heroes are god like, they're gifted, strong and proud, they're chosen and most special, not just picked out from the crowd.
          Saving lives, save the day, oh no please not again,
          oh no way...their feats, unreal, nerves tingle through my skin...

          must be steal, you too can con Crete heroes to zeroes, immortals lacking spine, spining yards of footsteps, content with hanging a vine. A bunch of gods together, to do the job of one, include the ranks of jester, new gods cuz they're sons. the party's always private, cuz smart guys think best when they're alone, alone together a mindless group, no thought to call their own. a smorgusboard of answers, each one the very best, diminish all the others, convincing all the rest. I am King of all the gods you know, of course I am the best, i know the most and always will, I always pass the test. So listen closely, my little darlings, if you really want a clue, give in to enevitable, the deck is stacked against you. I'm always right, I always know, look here I wrote the book, those tricks I hide way up my sleeves, that's cuz none of you know how much I took. I made you all for reasons, but the reasons were my own, without a choice of council, I decide my family gets the throne. And after all those painful choices, that I chose for me to make, without regard to whats in store, when its family that you make. I figure Im entitled to what I want, and then makes all of you as you could possibly get, ait's really not all that tough to do, just picture one old box of river rocks, and Zeus sharpening . sharp a rocks to say the least, not the sharpest bunch in the lot, ...unformitable tact buttering on cloudy, clouting on clear, cleaving in darkness, instills all the fear, heroes they're Zeroes, without evil dew, heros need bad guys and their stories need you...sewing those seed rows, abreast and afloat...floating on zero, and pedals of rose.... Bird zeros are heros, not strange to a guest, but zeros they worried, they sing and atest...My children claim hero, so flippant they knew, no cheer knows, how dear prose, or smell rose, oh pwew... but fear knows, how heroes, they'll fight til they drop... they'll cut lesions, of regions, never hoping to stop...they love to much, cutting their friend, slicing and dicing no fear no not the...rise in the storm, DeNiro, boast, mere cup roast, post, DeNiro's, poor beer rose, head free...his drinking and dancing, and drunk til you drop, our Hero's a zero, pour me and it stop...


        • Where for art though my Romeo, my'Romeo, o'Romeo I've known...where for art thou you Romeo, fine Romeo you've shown...where have you gone to, and where have been, where will you go to, why so tarnished tinged? have you left me forever, for nothing, alone? have you left me forever, without family without home? so where will i meet you, so what will i do, my Romeo, oh romeo my intentions are true, o Romeo, my Romeo god knows that I've tried...I am weak, and im weary, and im feeble inside, I wander around, i stumble a muck, ill search til dizzy my love has been struck... ill look for your signal, so please don't be long, ill sing you a poem, just please don't string me along. I miss you iwant you, my heart is in pain, together forver linke ball, linked chain. where for art thou you romeo, you romeo well meant, where for art thou, you romeo, you romeo you gent, where did you go, and what took you so long, what was thew problem, my right to be wrong? I am here, right here, Im next to you, my dear, can you see me, acan you feel me, are you close are you near? I lie here, in my shadow, right here, by myself, without she, without you, without time on my shelf. For it is you i love, Julliette my only, my one, my thee, my best friend and my cronie, so fully out stretched, so very deep, firmly rooted, just growing in mass, were stronger well suited, with eachother alone, soflty you rustle, my want has to wait, my long wants more muscle, moon of the light, moon of the day, sun of the night, son of the fray, spread across fields, of grass, giant lumber, the dark cool forrest, awakes form it's slumber...I nod, in my sleep, I float and I blink, i search and i stare, my brain cant even think.excited, im happy, it is almost time, rejoice and get ready, look for my sign... without can be sweet, together were sugar, our empty is bitter but coldness is bigger, one glimpse, two thoughts, my memory runs rough, her image so fragile, her beauty so tough...her image consumes me, her dream is my path, her soul is so thick, our love under wraps, but this the time the place and the spot, shes gonna take hold, and shes all i got...so all for one, and for all we've tried, were finally a unit, our future hits stride, never alone, not alone, not again, no way do we split, we live without sin, finally together, never to part, just our purpose, our warming, our begining and our start.

        • hand bone hand bone have you heard?
          mama got hit by a flying turd...
          ham boan ham boan where u been ?
          round the corner and back again...
          sound off, 1,2
          sound off 3,4
          sound off 1,2,3,4...
          three four



        • SHADOW STAY OR SHADOW GO

          One's up on a rock I went,
          too see what I could see,
          surprised to see some branching limbs,
          and behind them lied the sea.

          I climbed right up a willow's trunk,
          strong but somehow swayed,
          swung right out and splashed right in,
          good time's are here to stay.

          To young to really get it,
          but only matters if I care,
          a blast without a limit,
          all kinds of fun to share.

          Just laughing to myself,
          a cove to call my own,
          never going to leave here,
          because i'm never going home.

          I've never had a good time,
          no nothing close to this,
          it couldn't no better
          I've discovered such a gift.

          My world is high atop the limbs,
          And I'll swing from tree to sea,
          dive down to the bottom,
          and find that secret key.

          This place is all my own,
          I've never felt so free,
          my hidden little treasure
          my cozy beach and tree.

          The later sun will snuggle,
          in a setting pinkish splatter,
          crumble crusty waves good-bye,
          today is all the mattered.

          Offshore the beakers foaming,
          tidal winds will always flow,
          left silloutte's reflection,
          water colored by I know.

          Tomorrow is too later,
          so I roll up in right now,
          hold today so closely,
          cuz not everyday is WOW!


    •  
      joyce4u   joyce4u wrote
      on 9/27/2009 11:33:41 AM
      Hello dear, My name is joy, honest and nice looking girl. 24yrs old I am 165 centimeters tall, chocolate skin, brown eyes sexy balls in search of a man who can be a true friend and a close confidant, so I checked the website of knowledge and found your profile very interesting and I like that there is communication.so please mail me on my e-mail address (joyteamah@ymail.com) and lets get to know each other better. is a beautiful, beautiful, love filled the weeks ahead, as the expect your mail remember age and distance should not be an obstacle in the search for true friendship, should not restrict us to discover the beauty that is in ok between us, and I send you my picture and tell you more about myself as I just e-mail from you thanks.Kiss joy E-mail..........(joyteamah@ymail.com)

      Voice_of_a_Dreamer   Voice_of_a_Dreamer wrote
      on 1/18/2009 2:05:33 PM
      I must attest to the fact that the pebble remains firmly in your hand... Mainly cuz I do not understand what you comment was- a fictional story, a quote, your story, a jest at the fact that I live in ID and you live in Sothern CA, or a blantent stab? When I figure it out... it will likely not matter much since it is all trivial in the end. In due time, my dear Watson, in due time.

      Trenchtownrock   Trenchtownrock wrote
      on 12/24/2008 8:17:18 PM
      Wishing you Happy Holidays.

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