Kevin Patrick Poems

We are born alone
And we die alone
And between the two
We live as ghosts
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Beauty
is an asset
that depreciates
with time
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the body is a vehicle, the driver is your mind,
the soul is what units the material to the divine.
let freedom be the speed that gear accelerations rush
but use your conscience as breaks if your close to being crushed
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For my friends I make a feast
And shower them with banquets of affection
sumptuous courses of nimble delicacies
centerpieces of pheasants
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Dawn gave birth to myriad rays of hope
Noon left raw sunburns of experience
Dusk set waves of cloudless melancholy
And Night took our dreams all too soon
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"Let us review" said the interviewer
with neat triteness and mirrored politeness
and snared smirks, like fine executioners
"I'll summarize the position for likeness
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You can know longer say that your country is free
When your choice is clothes hangers or a trip down the stairs
You can know longer pretend there's not a price to the dream
When your job is a treadmill that's going no where
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In all nations, there is a feast
with two sides, called the rich and poor

The rich devour mercilessly
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Bludgeoned and battered and corralled into silence
Uncle Sam's daughters are ensnared to compliance
Weighed down to terror from the right hand of tyranny
Living a reality worse than a horror movie
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On this day…
A baby is born
and an old man dies
someone falls in love
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