Kevin Patrick Poems

Life is a tree
and we are just leaf's
Born to fall
and leave no remains
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Her last breath...
Was not foreclosed
By a heavy toll
Of ages design
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Scarred skies are raining bullets
Seeping cities into ruins
Bombs bloom over skyscrapers
Sprouting fields of wreckage
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When your hustling for dreams then how can you tell
If your stairway to heaven is a highway to hell
And the gold in your vains is a pure shade of bliss
Or a gift from rats alley where nirvana lays Blitzed
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Well, I'm a slice of apple pie
with just a hint of cyanide
and I'm a chipper cheeked alumni from the college of Mr. Hyde
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If Poison is the sophisticates weapon
then societies second favorite
is gossip
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She wears me like a skin tight dress
All satin sleek in glossy bondage
Her perfume scarfs me too her neck
Enthralled to full caressing hemorrhage
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Imagine if we were on a plane, some 747 whale
Heading 20 000 ft in the air
We all sit snugly in our seats
Protected by an aluminum shell
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you asked me a question, but the question dissolved
behind a Kirby wire necks of paper Mache doves
our zoetrope aperture splintered light through a colander
revealing myriad swarms of schizophrenic stars
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Tuesday was dehydrated when
The afternoons was past its prime,
Heat still writhes with tropic inebriation
But the St Lawrence, is blanketed in coolness
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