Kevin Patrick Poems

Some people go like peanut butter and jam
Able to flow with congenial skill
Others go broke like an old can of Spam
Unmalleable tang with no friends for frill
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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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Nobody heard the pleas of his cries
Especially the once that led him to die
Nobody bothered to keep him in safe
Eroding his faith that there'd be better days
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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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Hold this through your eyes, a garden
Pageants of violets, lilies, and black eyed sues
Marigolds of gold, next to asters born bold
Tulips posed with textures, in rainbow hues
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