A Little About William
                                         William                                          William
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                                      Then 1952                                          Now  2003
     My name is William L. Kite, I am 55 years old, and I like to write poems, and thoughts on life.  I am married to the best wife a man could ever have "Marilyn". For 27 years she has put up with me, I really don't know why, or how she has, but I love her more every day for it.
     I started writing down my thoughts about five years ago, and writing poems shortly after that. I always wanted to write, but could never seem to do it. Now I know why, one must first reach a point where one is not afraid of what others will think of what one writes. To write the kind of things I do, you must be willing to let go, and write what you feel, even if it means giving up some of your secrets about yourself. If people like what I write, it pleases me that they do, and if they do not like it, that's ok too. I can only write what I feel in my heart, I write nothing just for the sake of pleasing others. Much of what I write comes from my past, but some of it comes from recent times. I never sit down to write about something unless I have already had the thoughts come to me. This may not be the way many write, but it is the only way I know how to do it.
     Writing something is one thing,  getting people to read it is another.  Without you, the reader,  the written word is nothing.  Only you can decide if what you read is worth the time it takes to read it.  If you find my writing to your liking I hope you will come back, but should you find it not to be your kind of thing, I thank you for at least taking a look at it.

        I feel my greatest achievement is the fact that I survived the wild, and reckless years of my youth, for like most, when I was young I seldom gave much thought to my own well being. Life leads us all down many roads to get us to where we need to be. As for me, where I am now is far better than where I have been. For now I am at peace with the forces of the universe, and with myself as well.
     I was born in the small southwest Iowa town of Pacific Junction, where I now live just three blocks from the house where I came into this life. I have traveled to many places, and lived, and worked in many others over the years, but this is home, and the last time I came back here to live I made up my mind I would stay, and I have. It is said that home is where the heart is, and my heart has always been right here where I started life, and I now find great comfort in knowing that this is where I will meet the end of life when it comes.
    I came to poetry late in life, or perhaps it came to me, I am still trying to sort that out. Until I turned fifty, I had never really tried to write anything beyond a note or a letter to someone. Some say fifty is just middle age, but that is true only if one lives to be a hundred, and most do not. For me fifty was a wake up call, I suddenly became aware of the fact that I had far fewer days ahead of me, than behind me, and I felt a need to do something that might last beyond me. I started writing down my thoughts on things, from these thoughts I began to write poems, somehow it was easy for me to say what was in my heart by way of poetry. Over the last four, and half years I have written more than 300 poems, not all of which I have shared with the world, for some of them are not for all to read. Some were written just for the sake of getting some old feelings out of the way so that I could make room for new ones. I do not believe that we get better with age, but rather that the lucky among us learn to throw away our anger, and hate, and let the good that was always there come to the surface, and shine as a beacon to others that they might find their way to this shore where anger, and hatred no longer rule their life.

                                                                                   William L. Kite


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As A Child Of The Night, Black Is A Color That Suits Me Well
And So It Is The Color I Choose To Wear

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A Few Thoughts On My Own Life

  A lifetime ago, I was young

   When I am asked how I am doing, I answer "better than
   I have any right to, for the life I have lived"

   As a thinker I know all too well that sometimes one can think
   a thing to death

   An Angel gave me back my life, I must not waste it as I did
   before

   I write with my right hand, and every bit of my heart

   Even when there is no reason to have hope, I still do

   As a child of the night, black is a color that fits me well, and
   so it is my color to wear

   It seems no one misses the old me very much, least of all
   myself

   If my crime is caring too much, then I plead guilty, for I
    do, and I always will

   If I must run, it will be after something I care about, not
   from something I do not

   The last thing on my list of things to do, is die

   I consider it an honor to call some I know, my friend

   If you are afraid of me, you must be scared to death of
   everyone else

   I worry not when the end will come, for it will come when it
   is time

  Judge me not by the law of man, but by the law of God, for
   in the end it is He I must answer to

   I often think that the person I fear most in life is myself

   A funny thing happened to me on the way to the grave, I had
   a life

   As my eyes grow weaker from age, I seem to see things
   clearer

   It is a lot easier being me, now that I know who I am

   About the time I get to feeling I can do no wrong, I do

   I find the best thing about being over the hill, is that all that
   climbing is behind me now

   Awakening to the fact that I have fewer days ahead of me,
   than days behind me, has changed my views on life

   I find the truth seems to be only what one is willing to accept
   as the truth at any given point in time

   I am not the man I once was, nor the man I will be someday
   I am somewhere in-between the two, but at least I am on my
   way

  I long not for what was once, but for what may yet be

   In all the world there is only one of me, and some days that
   seems one too many

   I know I am not perfect, but how did everyone else find out
   so fast

   You need not fear me, for the only one I have ever hurt in
   life, has been myself

   I hope I have a few good years left, for I still have much
   to do

   I have come to the point where I would rather not fight
   anymore, but if I have to fight, I plan on fighting to win

   I am too tired to look for trouble anymore, so I think I'll
   just sit down, and let it come, and find me
 

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