Kevin Patrick Poems

History is the weight of the dead
Piling their wreckage over the living
And leaving us fragments of horrors
That are the salvos of today's psychosis
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Peirce history,
Feel the pierce hemorrhaging
Rupture the structures
Of despotic institutions
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Somewhere there is a smile that will blow
Your black cloud down
Someday they'll be a hand to guide you
From the rotten ground
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A man's heart
Is a vein weight
Without prize of tokens
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Time does not fly
It's a spider in a web
And it crawls with hunger
scoffing our mortal Ebb
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You cannot complete me
For I complete myself
Like a pair of feet
these shoes alone keep me whole
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I would give up this piece of earth
For a fresh plot of endless sky
If my soul found sanctuary
From this world of smiles with knives
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last night I dreamt of you
under the Vaseline lens of memory
alive as if the years had washed away
onto the waves of yesterday
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In my pursuit of love
ive never wanted
or even asked
for someone
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