Kevin Patrick Poems

Charcoal scents, and musk-tinged air
Breathe in a perfumed peace
Patience sighs, in October skies
Find time perched in falling Leaf's
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You woke up in terror, bursting from earth
Escaping from hell of your inferno's cradle
A phoenix of steel, that claws through red skies
Crawling upwards with lightning momentum
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Winding forests lanes
Sing sweet emerald symphonies
Branches intertwine
Weaving cooling Canopies
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Their hustling for dogmas like a needle and a spoon
Shooting up their treaties, snorting sectarian fumes
Blood pumping to the beat of diatribes and rehtoric
The Hypnotizing, trance of the despots stashed euphoric
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The first buds...
Of Teenage love
Are as sweet as bliss
And the ambrosia of spring
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It's the space
between the silence
That holds
the quiet violence
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nights are moving in as the sun is working
Part time
And Leafs are graduating onto earth's private domain
Summers in the attic and winters knocking at the door
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Before you see, or start to speak
All nations demand their fresh meat
They'll graze you in coop called school
and program you as loyal tools
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God save the king
And all his useless offspring
They can eat their pheasants
Like Bankrupting peasants
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When I was a little Boy
The world seemed so young
And now that I'm slightly old
I still sing to that song
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