Kevin Patrick Poems

Hold this through your eyes, a garden
Pageants of violets, lilies, and black eyed sues
Marigolds of gold, next to asters born bold
Tulips posed with textures, in rainbow hues
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Do you see these chain-blocked houses?
Where a thousand dreamers die
The silhouettes of souls now broke
Within these rotten bricks reside
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Bombs for Palestine
A pregnant mother is crushed
For a strip of land
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Sweating from an infection of
Your recalcitrant affection
Pustule's cropping custard bile
Emanating from your wiles
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'he was always so quiet'
everyone said
until
after that day
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Night is my country
And I am her citizen
Pledged to sweet starlight
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Waltzing and Cavorting in summers dying embers
Floats a disciplined gaggle in a moonshaped pond
They drift, quietly, like a feathered armada
Sailing sternly with their feathered breasts bowed high
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We look for
Perfection
Because
we cant
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Send the barman over, I need another refill This glass of angers half full and needs a topping up Make it two shots of rage with a dash of ire Hold back the boil maker when every day I boil over

My choice of poisons always been a bottle self-loathing traded my Jack Daniels for drinking Patrick Batemen Never seem to hit rock bottom when I'm out for blood slashing my arms pays dues to my demons down payment
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You have to learn to love
all the people you hate
Otherwise they'll just win
And you'll end up in the bin
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