Kevin Patrick Poems

</>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
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I have a paper heart;
it was made with special care
Crafted from a forge,
where a child’s dreams are stored
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</>An Old Womans wisdom
Is the spilt milk of reason
Ornamental curled voice
Of a flea market mystic
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hold onto hope when life seems cruel
or you'll be swept into the abyss
when the hate that you make
becomes the love that you miss
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when mobsters own the grocery stores
and they gouge the price of bread
so you cant keep your kids fed...
then loot the supermarkets
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unconditionally confess I'm a certifiable mess
a noxious provocateur who emits a foul stench
insufferable cold and callous, I've an arsenal of malice
nurtured from vendettas that leave you cold and drenched
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seesaw to the far right
or seesaw to the left
when you shimmy to your tribes lines
the weight of dogma pivots
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To the unfaithful
and egocentric
Marriage
is like
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Mr. Gear worked hard,
driving the endless machine
he put all his effort
making it go and go.
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moonlight on St. Lawrence river
reflections of a distant beauty
ripples of a lover that are not their
to always see but to never feel
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