tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163857958826771852024-03-13T18:28:24.328+07:00KJ Bleeds InkI have no choice but to give what I receive.
To not do so would be to defy the natural flow of life.
And to defy life would mean death.
I'd rather choose to be alive.
And so I choose to bleed.KJ Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532014286241755419noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316385795882677185.post-70214269447177478562013-08-24T17:47:00.000+07:002013-09-02T13:28:08.334+07:00Ode to My Passport
Ode to My Passport
8-14 -15-13
OH not-so-golden-ticket to freedom
I don't know where I'd be without you
Actually that's not true
I know exactly where I'd be without you
but I don't know who I would be
Because of you I have discovered
more of who I am
And I found that definition
supersedes and transcends
home sweet home
overbearing barrier codes
or flagrantly self-serving flags
KJ Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532014286241755419noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316385795882677185.post-38204834205526058322013-01-13T17:22:00.000+07:002013-08-07T11:39:54.840+07:00My New Year's Poem
1- 1-12 - 2013
"To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment." ~ Emerson
I’d like to think I’m getting better at living through the years.
As each one passes, I’ve surmounted a few more fears
and left behind some tendencies to get tangled up in gears
that slow down my clock and bring little more than tears.
By focusing KJ Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532014286241755419noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316385795882677185.post-80904451586292060762012-10-14T19:42:00.000+07:002012-10-14T19:42:28.537+07:00Bed of Nails
3-10-00
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mso-padding-alt:0in KJ Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532014286241755419noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316385795882677185.post-31852070798297570672012-09-01T03:03:00.000+07:002013-04-08T16:30:27.941+07:00Sticks & Stones ~ The Untold Story Down below is a video of my latest performance, which was on Thursday at The Opposite, supporting Bangkok Poetry.
The poem is old but I've never performed it before. As I told the crowd, I wrote it in university for an assignment. I read it to the class as a part of the assignment, but this was before I was aware of or into performance poetry so I definitely didn't write it KJ Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532014286241755419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316385795882677185.post-38126309477501139482012-07-06T10:53:00.000+07:002012-07-08T01:36:12.784+07:00Like Water, Like Son
This is a poem that I recently performed at a charity event raising money for an orphanage in North-Western Thailand. The story behind the poem can be found here. The video is of the actual performance, it's not without its flaws, there are a handful of tiny changes I would make if I could do it again, but overall I'm pretty happy with it, so check it out, lemme know what you think! And KJ Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532014286241755419noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316385795882677185.post-34458469287803454322012-07-05T21:59:00.011+07:002012-07-06T11:19:39.559+07:00Montecristo Poem PrefaceOkay, umm, I'm not sure how I wanna do this. Lately I've been doin that thing where I put the poem in one post and the story behind it in another...guess I like that, but I'm not sure if there's that much to say. But...knowing my fingers, I'll type that now and five paragraphs will still magically follow. We'll see.
So last night was pretty awesome. If I were a pornstar and saying that, you'd KJ Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532014286241755419noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316385795882677185.post-71509359625617768182012-06-11T16:52:00.013+07:002012-06-20T10:29:33.344+07:00Home is What We Make of ItIt's good to finally post this poem. It's been a soldier, and it's that much closer to a well deserved retirement. This has been my Go-To poem for years whenever I need to introduce somebody to "Performance Poetry." It WORKS! It has all the ingredients of a good performance poem. Not large portions of those ingredients, mind you, but enough dashes to give people a taste of what this art is and KJ Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532014286241755419noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316385795882677185.post-4147185373284473302012-06-11T14:52:00.016+07:002012-11-08T19:46:14.118+07:00The Dine in the Dark PoemLast week I had the pleasure of performing a couple of times. Most notably I performed at Dine in the Dark for the third time. They hosted an event for World Environment Day and had representatives from the UN and pretty much every green industry around Thailand at their tables, and even had em up giving speeches in the dark. Imagine that.Benjamin, one of the owners, knows I write about such KJ Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532014286241755419noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316385795882677185.post-41910059469331593662012-05-11T10:09:00.010+07:002012-06-20T19:59:56.950+07:00Ode to PerseveranceI wrote this after high school, 1st or second year of college I think, don't have an exact date, but...I'm thankful that it's touched a few lives over the years. It's good to get it up in video form, maybe it can reach a few more. I'm posting the words like this because it's so hard to do irregular spacing in HTML, it's really not the worth the headache when this can work just as KJ Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532014286241755419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316385795882677185.post-48170283417657114822012-05-01T10:58:00.008+07:002012-05-01T18:13:57.223+07:00Intersection 4-2-09I went to the street sidebefore getting into the carto gather my bearingswhich had been turned aroundin this part of Portland,like the bookshops were magnetstoying with my sense of direction.I looked down the long, dipping roadlooking for recognition, a mountain, a signto tell me which way was right again.While stretching my eyesand insteps out as far as KJ Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532014286241755419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316385795882677185.post-67507315448477619182012-03-28T19:49:00.007+07:002012-06-20T20:00:48.061+07:00The Whirlpool -- Part 3<!--[if !mso]> v\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} o\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} w\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} .shape {behavior:url(#default#VML);} <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> Guestac 11.9999 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]-KJ Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532014286241755419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316385795882677185.post-61428422957665654362012-03-21T23:07:00.005+07:002012-06-20T20:01:27.022+07:00How It Adds Up -- by Tony HoaglandHappy Poetry day peeps :)KJ Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532014286241755419noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316385795882677185.post-37412352695148914842012-03-16T09:38:00.017+07:002012-08-03T02:07:48.623+07:00The Blessed World of Breasts
A poem written for a charity event, raising funds for breast cancer. The story behind it is HERE. As I said at the event, please don't let the silliness of my poem detract from the seriousness of the issue.It's meant to be read with quite a bit of sincerity (to make it all the more cheesy), and a beautiful (busty) woman at hand. For me to make suggestive hand motions towards of course, and maybeKJ Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532014286241755419noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316385795882677185.post-84187024241112628472012-03-16T08:36:00.022+07:002012-06-20T20:02:46.290+07:00I ♥ BOOBIES!!So last night was PRIT-TY cool (no longer last night). Actually, that's an understatement. It was HELLA FREAKING COOL! And the things that I'm doing with my life and making happen blow my mind. :)Last night was a fundraising event for fighting breast cancer, organized and executed by a beautiful and vivacious friend of mine named Wim. I met Wim thru facebook last year and took a liking to KJ Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532014286241755419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316385795882677185.post-13483094606713743042012-02-25T16:26:00.018+07:002012-06-20T10:30:43.685+07:00There is Hope!Ohhh yes....oh yes I doSo last week was pretty crazy. Not extremely crazy, or really crazy, just…pretty crazy. It was Valentine’s week and while the holiday had nothing to do with the craziness, it also had everything to do with the craziness.Through a fortunate series of events and connections I’ve been getting more and more out there (in Bangkok) as a poet, as a performer and the like, and KJ Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532014286241755419noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316385795882677185.post-78068696418971451032012-02-14T18:14:00.006+07:002012-10-16T21:14:17.342+07:00Sometimes My Heart is a Drop of Rain
Sometimes my heart is a cuckoo clock that only opens once a yearand sometimes my heart is a table top that no one wants to clearsometimes my heart is a candle flame—enough light for one surveyorsometimes my heart is a drop of rain, falling forth as an answered prayerSometimes my heart is a chest of drawers, so full it can't be closedand sometimes my heart is a repertoire that has yet to be KJ Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532014286241755419noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316385795882677185.post-43664032364805717802012-02-12T12:00:00.014+07:002012-06-20T20:03:31.826+07:00The Time is Nigh -- 99%all i wanna do is writei don’t even wanna readall i wanna do is fightfor the light i think we needto find to set things rightunblind us to the greedremind us that we’re rightto decide for whom we bleedto demand instead of pleadfor a land devoid of plightat the hands of those who leadto stand up and uniteand bite those hands that feeda bogus line of sightthey’d have us to believeis fine and pure KJ Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532014286241755419noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316385795882677185.post-22976199372468645842012-02-04T12:23:00.012+07:002012-06-20T20:04:13.585+07:00These StreetsPlease beware of these streets.And please be aware of all their tricks and treats.And don’t be scared to reach for morethan what’s at your feet.Don’t learn what they teach,don’t take what they hold,these streets can be a leech oneach of our souls,like bleach on our clothes—leave holes that won’t close—they reap but don’t sow,they preach but don’t know.And if you get too deep,you’ll be a seed thatKJ Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532014286241755419noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316385795882677185.post-49848693898797343362012-01-31T08:56:00.007+07:002012-06-20T20:05:17.598+07:00Chutes and Ladders"The cure for pain is in the pain." ~ Rumi1-25-12There is a bigger pictureWe often think we got it all figured outlike we're looking at a board gameand can see the next logical naturalinevitable steps and conclusionsbut then something happensand we find out that the pictureis so much bigger than what we thoughtAt first we respond with fearand maybe go through all the stages of lossbut if we can KJ Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532014286241755419noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316385795882677185.post-89888713096762457282012-01-28T02:36:00.030+07:002012-06-20T10:27:25.427+07:00Sincerely, The 1%I wrote this a couple months back, and I wanted to post it right away, but I also wanted to write a straight piece of literature, no performance elements, and I failed. I couldn't keep em out. And once it all fell outta me onto the page (like THAT), I didn't wanna compromise or ruin the performance for anybody by posting it beforehand. So I didn't.Well last night the chance finally came to KJ Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532014286241755419noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316385795882677185.post-34679043914844866832012-01-21T15:24:00.009+07:002012-09-25T08:55:27.433+07:00The Storm
The Storm I
10-19-10
"the things that can fall out of you in 20 minutes time..."
The Storm is like a beggarIt is like a crying childThe purest form of nectarthat makes humming birds go wildThe Storm is like an applebeing eaten by your eyeor beams of pure light dappledby a single burning flyIt is a call unto your armsand unto your heart of soulIt is a place of charmless charmswhere rocks KJ Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532014286241755419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316385795882677185.post-44025201397502526382012-01-18T09:35:00.009+07:002012-06-20T20:06:18.915+07:00Living and Dying (sonnet)Living and Dying (VI) ? - 9-15-99Living and dying one day at a timeIs a never ending path through progress.Visions of perfection appear, regressIf doubted, and then reappear like rhymeNipping at a numb mind, until sublimeGrace falls in place and shows the flawlessnessAll through space—evermore and never less.Neglecting no longer one KJ Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532014286241755419noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316385795882677185.post-32255738203196144352012-01-05T12:47:00.009+07:002012-06-20T20:06:41.920+07:00Crystal CountenanceWhile I was writing the last post I thought about including one of my old pieces from HS. Just to give you an idea of how angsty and indignant I was back then (especially towards my peers), and how it came out in my writing. This is a pretty good example, one I still remember well. I guess you could say it's dedicated to everyone who's ever wasted my time with "social niceties" and/or subscribed KJ Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532014286241755419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316385795882677185.post-53006309394636500732011-12-25T15:44:00.038+07:002012-09-23T17:22:00.524+07:00I Have Not Been Myself I have not been myself. For a while now. I mean, I have been lately, but…that was a pretty recent development. Up until last year, I was not myself. At least not in the best sense of the word. I was something less than that. A watered down version of myself. “KJ .50”. For years. And I didn’t even know it. And the day I became aware of the extent of it was the day that that changed. 1 night, KJ Inkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07532014286241755419noreply@blogger.com8