I played this song, “Relax” by THE GLOVE, for my brothers (Mike Ketchen & Stephen J Ketchen), telling them, “I love it because this is exactly how my brain works!” My brothers just looked at me like I was a three-headed Japanese dragon. — Jonathan Tad Ketchen (JTK.CA)

“LONG LIVE NEW AGE MUSIC!”
(In response to some messages I received
while working at Camp Pinnacle,
a Christian camp in upstate New York)
(Dedicated to Enya)
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Your high and mighty wisdom
Captivates the hearts of fellow Christians.
Oh, how wise you are,
How indisputable your claims!
High atop the pinnacle of your mighty castle,
Your serfs and vassals below await your every cry.

I can hear you now.
“Stay away my friends from non-Christian music.
It will eat a hole in your soul.
Evil surrounds every word, every chord
Because the music is not dedicated to the Lord.”
In response to your musical wisdom,
I think you’ve played a bitter chord
In the ear of God, your Lord.
Each pitch is His creation.
Each word, each chord
Stands or falls at the call of Creator Lord, not at the call of men.
Music’s value rests in the Creator’s perfect wisdom,
Not in the hands of men below;
Yet, He lets them write and sing its lofty tones.

I don’t hear God speaking through your tumultuous words.*      
I hear in Enya’s new age, lofty tones
The whispering voice of Christ, my Lord.**            
Your words bring great confusion.
Enya’s God-given gift is soothing.

Music is not Christian or non-Christian.
Music doesn’t need a Saviour;
We do.

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* 1 Kings 19:11-12
** 1 Kings 19:12-13

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Tad’s Note: I told Dad (@RevDavidKetchen) about how the
preacher in one of Camp Pinnacle’s chapel services warned us
about how non-Christian music gave out subliminal messages.
Because of that, I told Dad I was thinking about getting rid of
all my secular music CDs, to which Dad wisely responded, “I
think that preacher was sending you subliminal messages.”
My poem (above) was the result.

“DON’T BE SO QUICK TO HATE YOUR ENEMIES” by JTK.CA

“DON’T BE SO QUICK TO HATE YOUR ENEMIES”

by Jonathan Tad Ketchen (JTK.CA)

The wife of an elder in one of Dad’s (@RevDavidKetchen) churches said to him, “We don’t come to church to be told we’re sinners.” She also told him, “Your preaching is an embarrassment.” Dad was prone to depression his whole life, and she certainly did not help. Nonetheless, the weird thing is that Dad got a birthday card from her when everyone else in the church forgot his birthday.

DON’T BE SO QUICK TO HATE YOUR ENEMIES.

I once criticized a co-worker on the “F” word being one-half of his vocabulary, since he used it every other word. Needless to say, Mr. F answered me with a diatribe of profanity. Sometime later, I was upset by someone’s treatment of me, and, lo and behold, Mr. F came to my defence and encouraged me.

DON’T BE SO QUICK TO HATE YOUR ENEMIES.

“MONUMENTAL” by JTK.CA

“MONUMENTAL” by JTK.CA
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Jonathan Tad Ketchen - Creative Adventurer  (JTK.CA)
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© Jonathan Tad Ketchen (JTK.CA)

“SENTINEL” ::: © Tad (JTK.CA) @NudistPoet a.k.a. Jonathan Tad Ketchen ::: He sits on top of my fridge year-round, paying tribute to all #Veterans who fought for our freedom. #RemembranceDay #VeteransDay #Poppy #Poppies #InFlandersField

“SENTINEL” ::: © Tad (JTK.CA) @NudistPoet a.k.a. Jonathan Tad Ketchen ::: He sits on top of my fridge year-round, paying tribute to all #Veterans who fought for our freedom. #RemembranceDay #VeteransDay #Poppy #Poppies #InFlandersField

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8, and 9 are excited to meet a new friend. 0 walks in, and 4 turns to 7, mockingly asking, “What is it with him? He’s just a circle with a hole in him? What a waste of space.” 7 responds, “What have I always told you, 4? Never meet your Zeroes!”

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8, and 9 are excited to meet a new friend. 0 walks in, and 4 turns to 7, mockingly asking, “What is it with him? He’s just a circle with a hole in him? What a waste of space.” 7 responds, “What have I always told you, 4? Never meet your Zeroes!”

© http://JTK.CA
Name: Tad ::: Pen Name & Web Address: JTK.CA
Social Media Moniker: @NudistPoet
© Jonathan Tad Ketchen
http://TadCreations.com
Guelph (pronounced “Gwelf”), Ontario, Canada, eh?
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519-­830-4812
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For all Tad’s NUDE work, go to:
http://NudeCreations.com
and
http://NudistPoet.com

#EveryChildMatters ::: Eight weeks. The rapidly-growing embryo is well protected in the fetal sac. Photography by LENNART NILSSON (http://www.lennartnilsson.com/en/lennart-nilsson-2)

#EveryChildMatters

Eight weeks. The rapidly-growing embryo is well protected in the fetal sac. Photography by LENNART NILSSON (http://www.lennartnilsson.com/en/lennart-nilsson-2)

“THE TIDE” by JTK.CA
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Jonathan Tad Ketchen - Creative Adventurer  (JTK.CA)
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Broken moonlight —
Shattered on the ocean
As the tumult rolls toward the shore.

Broken dreams —
Shattered in my waking hours.
We are here, but each alone.

Broken moonlight —
Shattered on the ocean.
I am sitting on the sand;
I’m also made of dust,
And I’ll be washed away
(Every grain)
When the tumult comes.

© Jonathan Tad Ketchen (JTK.CA)

"NEW YEAR'S EVE, 1967"
by JTK.CA
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New Year's Eve, 1967, 8:44 p.m., Central Standard Time,
Something happened that I will never forget,
Something that I cannot remember.
I was born.

New Year's Eve, 1967,
Nine months since I had become human,
Since I became I,
Since out in the uterine cosmos,
God outstretched His invisible hand
And said,
"Let there be Jonathan Tad Ketchen,"
And there was Jonathan Tad Ketchen;
New Year's Eve, 1967,
The fruit of nine months of
Secluded growth, protected by God's guiding purpose,
Could finally be seen.
And as life from the darkness entered the light,
The cord to that chapter of my life was severed.
New challenges awaited,
Especially
Breathing on my own.

New Year's Eve, 1967,
Mom missed partying the night away;
The temperature outside hung at negative fifty-eight degrees Fahrenheit;
Flin Flon, Manitoba's dot on the map was covered by snow;
And something I cannot remember
But will never forget happened.
I was born.

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"WALK WITH ME
(Dedicated to Melinda 'Cosmos Millennium' Brittingham)"
by JTK.CA
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Walk with me
Upon the shores
Of life

My friend
At night we wander
In each hall and room and
On each dark yet shimmering street
Upon this airy mountaintop
As we breathe in life's dark mysteries
In search of promised light

Walk with me
Out to the shore of heaven

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Tad's Note: In the late 1980's, Melinda "Cosmos Millennium" Brittingham was my sidekick at Covenant College (http://www.covenant.edu), on the "airy mountaintop" of Lookout Mountain, Georgia, U.S.A., and she will always hold a very special place in my heart. While I was there, I was a United States Resident Alien, and having been born in Flin Flon, Manitoba, Canada, Cosmos liked to call me her "friend Tad, who is an alien from Flin Flon." As a result, I titled the first self-published book of my poetry, "MUSINGS OF AN ALIEN FROM FLIN FLON." I gave Melinda the nickname Cosmos, while at Covenant, because it just fit her personality so perfectly. Whenever I'd see her in the distance, I'd chant in a loud deep voice, "COSMOS!" I'm really glad we're still in touch via the internet and the telephone. She's truly one of a kind, and God has truly blessed me with her friendship.

“THE BEAM” by Jonathan Tad Ketchen (JTK.CA)

I am the sin
Christ’s hands were nailed to.
I am the beam
He carried there
Until its evil became too heavy
For the tortured Son of God to bear.

A passer-by was forced to carry
The cursed tree to the Place of the Skull,
Where God’s own Son would die for me
To prove all of my striving null.

I am the beam
Christ’s hands were nailed to.
I am the nail that skewered His feet.
I am the sword that pierced His side.
I am a disciple who did retreat.
I helped fuel Satan’s pride.
I began the shouts to crucify.

God’s love and grace
Are all that save me.
Christ’s sacrifice
Unseals my doom,
Unlocks the Gates of Hell
To free me
To enter Streets of Gold.

Heaven is too rich to earn —
Inheritance the only way.
Accept the gift of eternal life
For which only Christ could pay.

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The Human Skin Is Not A Sin

“PHOENIX FLOCK” ::: © JTK.CA (@NudistPoet) ::: Am I ever glad I had my 📸 with me! 😉💖

“PHOENIX FLOCK” ::: © JTK.CA (@NudistPoet)

Am I ever glad I had my 📸 with me! 😉💖

“CLEAR DATA” by JTK.CA ::: I obsessive-compulsively CLEAR MY CACHE before every surfing session on my computer. It made me think of and create this meme. Enjoy. — Love, @NudistPoet ::: #Data #BrentSpiner #StarTrekTNG #StarTrek

“CLEAR DATA” by http://JTK.CA

I obsessive-compulsively CLEAR MY CACHE before every surfing session on my computer. It made me think of and create this meme. Enjoy. — Love, @NudistPoet ::: #Data #BrentSpiner #StarTrekTNG #StarTrek

© http://JTK.CA
Name: Tad ::: Pen Name & Web Address: JTK.CA
Social Media Moniker: @NudistPoet
© Jonathan Tad Ketchen
http://TadCreations.com
Guelph (pronounced “Gwelf”), Ontario, Canada, eh?
JTK.CA@JTK.CA
519-­830-4812
http://MemoriesAndPredictions.TUMBLR.com

For all Tad’s NUDE work, go to:
http://NudeCreations.com
and
http://NudistPoet.com

The “PLA ‘SEVEN’ A” next door to me. Yeah, you read that right.

Alan Parsons - "As Lights Fall" (Official Music Video)

“MOST OF US DISAPPEAR” by JTK.CA