loneknight.org blog

It's been a crazy dozen weeks or so. Between work and class and family drama, it must be pure adrenaline and caffeine that is keeping me going.

So the site changes I meant to work on aren't ready for public consumption yet, but they are on the way. Look for more updates soon.

This site may not be around for much longer...

... in it's current form.

loneknight.org as a domain has been around since 2002, but was preceded in various forms on free-hosting sites since late nineties. It has been my testing ground, my artistic outlet, my baby. It has seen half a dozen redesigns, and countless code updates, bug fixes, and attempts to stop the spammers.

But as life goes, it moves on, and so must loneknight.org.

My plans over the next few months are to move this site into a much more reduced, subdued format. The blog will likely go away (although I may preserve some read-only functionality for past users who request it). Likely, the only thing left will be the poetry repository, since I committed myself as well as accepted the gracious permission of many friends and fellow poets to post their works here as well.

Why the change? I realized at the end of '08 that I really need to separate my professional business presence from the more personal, artistic expression, and loneknight.org is really only suited to meet the latter.

So as loneknight.org diminishes, you will hopefully see geekmode.com bloom and flourish. I have been planning for years to get my blog engine operational there; but likely it will only be a single-author site -- me. I will be porting over the technology and professional blog topics from here to there. Also, falsesecurity.net will eventually reach it's end-of-life, and the tech/security related content will be moving to geekmode.com as well.

Thank you to my readers for keeping me inspired and motivated, thank you to my haters for keeping me on my toes, and thank you for the spam bots for giving me a reason to read through literally hundreds of submissions of bad grammar, anatomy-changing promises and questions about "where do I find ?"

Peace,

clutch

worn foot-path shadows
drape the pillar of precepts
in diaspora

I missed you while you were gone.
My arms felt more empty than I ever remember.
The absence of your body heat left a chilly reminder that
Without you, I am quite alone.

Did you miss me?
'Like a kidney-shot,' you laugh, and I chuckle,
But I hope you realize how much I need you,
And I am grateful you came back.

I want my caresses to whisper devotion,
Each hopeful gaze to proselytize my feelings for you,
Each of my kisses to perform their bawdy opera,
"I LOVE YOU, I DO."

Because my words fail me.
I beat at my head with my hands to stop my stammering,
I reflexively gag on my own putrid words, juvenile and lame.
I want to be heard above the sighs.

counting the ways to
lose you on my fingers, my
fateful abacus.

This is my ransom note to you:

Yesterday I stole a smell of your hair.

You leaned in close,
Shoulder against my chest
Your hair fell across your neck
taunting me to just breathe you in.

It reminded me of the Spring,
Running barefoot through the wet grass
Plucking away the flower blossoms
That hung over the neighbor's fence.

I would run off like a thief in hot pursuit
To lay with my spoils around my head,
Lazily staring up at the clouds ambling by
dancing their way across the sky.

I would dream of putting my flowers into
The hair of some mystery girl in the future,
And wonder, is that enough to make a girl
Want to kiss a fellow?

So here is my demand,
If you want back what I stole:

Would you run with me barefoot in the grass
And while you stare up at the sky,
Carelessly watching the clouds roll by
Let me weave flowers in your hair?

It will only cost you a kiss, if you dare.

I now have a twitter account.

I feel connected to the slipstream, hehe.

an empty vessel
adrift, searching to find
islands of shadow.

"When I was a child, I talked like a child,
I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child.
When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me.

"Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror;
then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part;
then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known."

1 Cr 13:11-12

When the machines take over the world,
I hope they at least give us a pillow
To go in our cell.

I'd like a towel, maybe a bed,
A picture window looking out at a yard
Or a picture window bricked in to block out the sun,

A pocket knife,
A clock radio,
The complete unabridged works of Bear Grill,

A bowl and a Spoon,
Anywhere slightly more spacious
Than your cell room.

A table and chair,
Bright orange jumpsuits,
Conjugal visits or midnight snacks.

I'd like curtains to hang over the bars
To ignore the screaming down the hall,
Or stronger drugs to forget it all.

When the machines take over the world,
They should at least give us pillows
To pad our cell.