Kevin Patrick

Bronze Star - 2,769 Points (Taurus / Ontario)

Kevin Patrick Poems

1. Bomb In C Minor 10/18/2011
2. Be My Karla 10/18/2011
3. Today (Is Yesterday) 10/18/2011
4. Supermodel Cannibals 10/23/2011
5. Catatonic Optimist 10/24/2011
6. Martha My Dear 10/23/2011
7. Bambi's Revenge 10/23/2011
8. Death Of A Beehive 10/25/2011
9. Disposable Society 10/26/2011
10. Spanish Eyes 10/26/2011
11. Party Hardy - Its Our Hobby 10/26/2011
12. Sadness = Happines :)) : 10/26/2011
13. Fat: Pt 1 - Mass Media Rise Of The New Health Reich 10/27/2011
14. Babies In A Jar 10/27/2011
15. I ‘m A Numberist 10/27/2011
16. Jerry Is A Man 10/28/2011
17. Universal Zen - Blue Noir 10/29/2011
18. Whiskey Pete 10/31/2011
19. Nazi At The Gate Of The Souls Rear Mirror 10/31/2011
20. Rupert Murdoch 11/2/2011
21. Paulie Wants To Be Polly 11/7/2011
22. Fat Pt 2 - How Things Fall Apart Before They Begin 11/7/2011
23. Hagar Shipley 11/28/2011
24. Psalm 666 11/29/2011
25. Never Again Will Roses Be Given, To You Who Are So Undeserving 10/26/2011
26. Sugar And Poison 12/20/2011
27. Let Them Weep Where They Fall 1/2/2012
28. Riot 1/7/2012
29. Fear Is Love 2/4/2012
30. Hangman With The Teacher 2/4/2012
31. The Coziest Place In The World 2/4/2012
32. The Mayor Of Toronto 2/9/2012
33. The Princess In The Tower 2/25/2012
34. Happy Birthday Mrs S.G. (But Marina's My Girl) 3/14/2012
35. Island In A Sea Of Space 3/24/2012
36. Your A Rebel 3/25/2012
37. Time (How Original) 3/27/2012
38. 5 Little Cherubs In A Sideshow Menagerie 3/31/2012
39. Filthy 3/31/2012
40. Pins And Needles 4/18/2012
Best Poem of Kevin Patrick

A Rose Grows In The Night

A rose grows in the night
Lit beneath the diamond lights
Petals smooth in silken magic
Blossom crimson shaded fabric
I touch the stem and thorns
Disappear from their tragic court
Scent regales the pollens nectar
That sings in childhood's laughter
Where smiles are like roses
That grow inside the night

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Bomb In C Minor

</>There's a minefield set inside my head
Any little push and I think we're all dead
The barrel is loaded through my twisted neurology
Which social miasmas set in motion the trigger
Leading tainted endearments that lead me to linger
A hyacinth aborted, in the killing fields bloomed
caution were you tread, or this roman candle will yield

There's a bomb playing c minor, it's my schizoid sonata

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