In the Moment

By Ken Krizan

This anthology of writings has been compiled over the last fifty years and is of incidents and people in the author's life experiences . . . in the moment.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jun 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524602109

Ken Krizan

Ken Krizan was born in the state of Nebraska and grew up in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, attending Washington High School. He served in US Army during the Vietnam conflict and was deployed to Germany. He graduated from the University of Iowa and was employed there for over thirty years in the health science research field. He is a patient and volunteer at the Iowa City VA Medical Center.

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Published by AuthorHouse 09/13/2016

ISBN: 978-1-5246-0211-6 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5246-0212-3 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-5246-0210-9 (e)

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Contents

Preface

Acknowledgements

Chapter I Dawn of Time

The Alone Man

Vanished Cemetery Revisited

Unflinchingly

Façade Melting

Desperate Enigma

Alive!

Naked Pen

Chapter II Lifescape Existence

Cala Deya Cliff Dive

Spaceship Journey

Fickled Burlesque

I Am a River

Collective Mindful Meditation

Dance in Heart

Rhythmic Passions

As Time Goes By

Rust Colored Dreamscape

Taught Bigotry Vanquished

The Lost Flower Song

rhapsody

Chapter III circa MCMDXIX AD

The Flowers Are Gone?

Decadent Man

My Dawn

Pathos of Life

9 Jul 69

CHOCOLAT-COVERED REALITIES

Remembered

Only Reality

Nostalgia

letgoholdon

nothing

Chapter IV Quick Eternity

Sound of Music

Last Love Song

River of Love

Never Forgot

Phantom Earth

Embryo Existence

Silent Quick

Apart From

Beyond Reach

Life Hesitation

Regal Dream

Life Between

Destination Eternity

Chapter V Dream Hope

Odorless Feces Unfiltered

Path Foot Step

Life Purpose Be Compassionate

Seek To Dream

In Love

Sandman Lost My Love

See the Unseen

Compassion of Hearts Empathy

Visceral Passion

Sympathy

Chapter VI Soldier Patient Volunteer

Civilization Never Matured

Second Battlefield Medic

Eye Clinic Waiting Room

Volunteered Yesterday

Quintessence Met

Chapter VII Iowa City Press Citizen

Insidious Floods

Turn of the Wheel

Half orange

Card Game

Compassion

Forever Valentine

Remember: Freedom is never free

Chapter VIII Precious Others

The Kiss

Heart of Soul

Statuesque Memory

Bright Reflection

Choice Here Gone

Found Chaos

Past Mist

Passion Known

Stretch To What

Horizon Reality

Translucency

Sapien 410

Chapter IX Camaraderie

The Game That Was Team

Chapter X Insignificant Factor

Occasion Never Known Before

Ships Going Bye

Last Second Dream Lost

Placidity Evolves to Reality

Those Lost Dreams

From First All Encompassing

Living in Illusion of Life

Life Unalienability

Dawn of a Smile

Moment Past

Yesterday Not Tomorrow

Has Been Went

Labyrinth

By My Side As One

We Live From Our Past

Idyllic Muse

ChapterXI Daring to Live Love

Greatest Dive

tempting fate

Delirium

From There To Nowhere

Morel Thought

Just Mine to Stay Alive

Love Never Leaves Heart

Bang

Today is Now

Final Analysis

Chapter XII Epilogue

We Were Washington MCMDXVI

Tire Swing Photograph

Preface

The words that follow rhyme rhythm reason are notes in the

Symphony of my life. Write what is out of heart in the moment.

Surmised unasked questions are unanswered and leave thoughts imprisoned. Searched the blend between fact fiction fantasy some call written history for the ages. Realized the theme of these pages is existential. There is no world if you do not embrace it. How can one swim without water breath without air think without consciousness?

Acknowledgements

Want to thank all of the prodding, encouragement insight

from my children John & Karen, grandchildren Sam, Magge & Kristyn and especially my uncle Jim.

This is a legacy of my emigrant great great grandfather,

Julius Simon Krzyczanowski, (adopted), Danzig, West Prussia.

A Prussian Army Officer forced to leave with his family to the United States because he was Catholic.

Also my great grandfather Carl Oscar Colbornson, smithy

horse whisperer, Allamakee County and my grandfather

Eugene Irving Lawton, owner, editor, publisher of a weekly

news paper ‘The Victor Record’, Iowa

Chapter I

Dawn of Time

Life can only be understood backwards,

But it must be lived forwards.

— Soren Kierkegaard

The Alone Man

Since that instant of birth out of the womb unattached

Breathing earth air the first time happily crying I am alive

Roll over crawl on hands and knees moving up stand walk

In your habited space occupied one step at a time aftertime

Going forward backward dancing tripping running the race

Pause and realize consciousness of self being

Think only what one mind has in thought awake sleeping

Learn at own unique rate of retention loss in between

Existential individual story of a single life on skewed lines

Private travels in air on land out to sea blindly with insight

Personal journey from humble beginning illusion in progress

Face in the mirror reflection you one to see blink wink nod

Has tear of happiness laughter resounding around in air

Heart elevated into weightlessness parachute floating

Tis with great sorrow the destiny of life is for all over

Known spirit is the last spark one has to the end

Some ebb and tide others fly on a breeze

We all are a breath away from unconsciousness

Silent path forest green fern mossy carpet canopy turquoise sky

Cardinal across rill echoing into the breeze a song to another

Ushering in a faint sound of waterfall trickle over the hill

Moving among the sun made shadows bright to dark

Bringing to sight visual images of ink blots waving

Alive living tree canopy of leaves overhead under foot

Animated beings surrounding encompassing embracing man

Sensing primordial presence as an unseen motion aura karma

By my side with each stride the memories flashing light bulbs

Say please stay and be one of us all forever never was to be

A bond forged before dawn of time…life is death-death life

Alone man lives life inside their alpha and omega

Vanished Cemetery Revisited

Alone man walks touches talks among the future dead

Going to destinations one foot confronting ground at a time

Pulling perpendicularly transverse to gravity of earths mass

Anticipating next step unconsciously learned from youth

Breathing in out along path ways of your living journey

Open eyes watching the canvas of continuous vision unravel

Scroll colored carpetry like a TV image with great detail

Do we live behind the masks or does the façade take over

So we fake who we are on purpose to others with false feelings

Unrevealed by talk inflection action reaction demeanor face

Realize hide to conceal sins of the heart gone unnoticed

Form of menagerie caricature on merry-go-round ride

Deep inside buried from light just a complex soul vagabond

Methinks walking thru head stones where have they all gone

None came back cept in deep sleep dreams awake thoughts

Understand destiny will join others when it is time

Must make each moment something to enjoy as much as can

Blood from vena cava into auricle ventricle lung back to heart

Beat unending until the last contraction pulse systolic

Timing is most everything and I am only now

Alone man lives from beginning with only self

Life is totality of human lived experiences

Found key to happiness during living existence

Came to know compassion for others is virtuous

Being kind to less fortunate a gift of heart

The strongest man in the world is

he who stands most alone.

Henrik Ibsen

Unflinchingly

Scythe handle raps at the door

Not time for crescendo or go Erato

Flamenco enjoyed with tequila

Ballet wine aurora australis awe

The way we were is not now

Experience moment to moment passing

Continuous river ever flowing

Desert ocean rippling waves of sand

Everyone is left behind at a point

The rest evolve in to future

Nothing written true before happening

Omen in minds of superstitious

There is no constancy to apparition

Some want to rule the world

Bottom feeder end up where they are

Not all change one way or another

People born with tiger stripes

Bigger smaller bigoted compassionate

Listen to inner voice width breath

Follow that which you feel in heart

Existence on earth irrelevant

Survival to the last all that’s left

Wan-a-do reject eject cerebral flight

Hoped to stop ship would not

Happy days are that for just one or many

Children do not know what reality is

Into the valley shadow not to reason why

‘Great Expectation’ poor orphan stays alive

To remember forget not a choice gone

It was once a cabaret youth

Cant make one want others

Lance in heart leaves scars inside out

Long ago tune evokes passion memories

Orange ember branded deep into core

Transcendental aura pervade ethereal