Kevin Patrick Poems

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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To reach above the earth and soar
and open wide the sapphire door
takes more then one can only dream
but equal minds that share the beam
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All men are scripts of pure fiction
Just costumes of presentation
When bravado reeks the suit they wear
They are a tigers imitation
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Where there's no light at hopes summit
The darkness will guide me
Like a compass of resilience
To trace the souls stoic marquee
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It is only when we die
That the truth of who we are
Is finally unearthed
From all the years of wearing masks
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Incurably malicious, and rabidly deceitful
Their yellow belly sadists with rabid eyes for statues
Famished for fresh mistakes to burn you at their stakes
So they can please their pride, inflicting subtle knives
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