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03/31/2026

THIS MORNING

As lucky as I am
(and I’m not)
This morning, vivid and sweet
Divining eternity in a cloud of geese
Rising- becomes me
And blue and depthless
The sky opens another wound of wonder
As the ground
Stuck in dreams of verdant green
Seems sleeping
Awaiting voices
That will bloom
In the bushes
bending over backwards
until flush with endless buds
unspiraling in place
as colors sulk until the air is ready to unfurl them
like wings
like dawn
like my heart
like this morning

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rkaelin

10/28/2024

AVANT GARDE
(meant to be surreal-ish, you may not like it)

chew, chew, chew away
the lobster of truth

sometimes the world is a stupid place
sometimes the words can’t form in my throat
sometimes, the forests return from where they’ve retreated

o the last of the greats
wallow in depression and the damming narrative
of who can we be if not ourselves?

I’m seeing double, and can’t focus
And the world is a clenched fist
pummeling the dying and the dead

o now is the time for new beginnings
I want to begin naked.

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rkaelin

there's hope for all of us......
10/26/2024

there's hope for all of us......

10/21/2024

THE WORLD TURNS

the world turns itself inside out
when a baby cries
when the wind blows
when the oceans rise and fall
(like great breathing)

nowadays
so many know so little about so much
I can’t explain how everything started
it must have been dark, and cold,
and then everything flew apart?

I fly apart in the dark, and the cold
doesn’t everyone?
and Father, there is a universe
in a grain of sand
if only we looked

I look for people
loving each other
as sun-drenched trees
in the lonely forests
of the infinite.

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rkaelin

10/16/2024

TIME OF ALL BECOMING

O God I want a soul I can sink down in
like a river or a stream
and wash away my blues

no one told me I’d have to
re-invent myself after so much loss
with so little time to make it up again

I want the sky to shower me
with glorious flowers
and glittering forests

my mind is a glittering forest
and so much exists outside
the limits of our nouns

but wait, I am emptied out on the ground
I’m looking to drill down into the harvest earth
building roots of light

and eventually, I’ll cover over the fundamental night
with blankets of white stars
and preach

this is the time of all becoming.

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rkaelin

10/12/2024

MOST OF US

Most of us are tired
Waiting for the light to change
Waiting for our lives to make sense
Waiting for the world to become safe
(if it ever was)

I see you waiting for your conditioning to kick in
Today you hate Trump
Tomorrow you’ll hate Mother Teresa
Someone invisible is pushing your buttons
And it isn’t me

I believe in the real presence
I believe we are all worth dying for
I believe in nothing
I want something I can’t have
But I don’t know what it is

This journey of ours
Is all mystery, reality, and illusion
And the secrets are right in front of us
In a mountain stream, in a forest
Lilting into dawn

In my morning prayers

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rkaelin

10/11/2024

DEEP SONGS OF NOISE
(a bit troubling with confused music)

poetry is a bit pretentious –
and you pretending to be an ocean
or the color of words
writing madnesses
in the dark caverns of the holy earth

it’s so confusing
and here, the mountains
drinking in October
in the grieving valleys of the Aspen rivers
and there my heart nodding like the heavy-headed flowers of dawn

we haven’t yet become stone -
however - are we and don’t yet know it?
this deep music is changing the sacred vortices
of our homes and not in a good way
and I’ll try pretending to be a street

and let the buses there ingest cabbage heads,
in pairs of shoes and hands in pockets
and all lingering between coming and going
in concrete jungles full of blues,
blacks, booze, and arches of behemoth crime

and there, there I will become stone
but
all the while
pretending to be
a tree.

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rkaelin

10/05/2024

TIME TO SIT

it’s time to sit
under the decision trees
outside our meeting houses
and pass around elixirs while we have the sunlight
and wait

something will arise from the husks
of our desires
something to convince us all
it’s not too late
to change, to remake our eyes and voices

to eat the memories of our past failures
and become transformed
by the digestion of
so much of ourselves
turning into dust

the world isn’t going away
it will still be here
but where will we be on the anvils of time
if not dwelling in the hope of some love
that makes us invincible

like inviolate roses, or children.

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rkaelin

10/04/2024

IT’S TIME

it’s time we all sat down at
the tables of our desires
and ask ourselves – what do we want?

I don’t want anything –
at least anything I’d tell you about.
o I don’t need any new wounds.

so much is made of mere opinions,
innocent or otherwise
and nobody can talk to anybody about anything anymore!

someday soon, we’ll collectively
sit under the same trees
and let their dappled shadows

wash over our faces
as though washing our souls
in the rivers of justice

and on that day
we’ll turn ourselves inside out
and become who we want to be –

without the wounds.

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rkaelin

09/23/2024

ALL THINGS WILL ALIGN

Whose atoms were these before I was born?
I don’t understand how they form people?
And why entropy doesn’t rule in their cages of eternity?
So much of what we have and what we are is unknown
And rides on a bus with other craven mysteries
In the underground sub-surface of our souls
Waiting for nirvana
Or for bumming rides from the gypsy cabs
On the avenues of w**d and cheap wine

I’m on a street
And dammit if I have to walk it
In this summer of desire
I desire better shoes, and endless ci******es
And how will all the wars end
Who will be wounded forever in their canopies of memory
Except the survivors
Except those with eyes
I pray that someday

All things will align

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rkaelin

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