Keith Dovoric Poems

The days are long and painful
The nights are long and bare
Those alleys, hard and brutal
Between buildings built with care
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Family is a battle of wills
An Armageddon before brunch
You took your chances now you pays your bills
Without a clue, without a hunch
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Whenever I come back here, I feel like a king
You give me all your roses and powder my wings
Like an angel
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It's like some rotten little joke
That your kindergarten teacher spoke
All of God's things get broke and it's we must fix 'em
The bones in your body, snapped in half
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He struts into the room
He drives away the crowd
He pierces you down with his stare
Your prayer screams right out loud --
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No island of escape
No heart that can't be found
The plague at last arrived
The ship is run aground
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I look down the hill and see the plague in the valley
Ravaging farmer, field and crop alike
Where the bundles are stored and young children are carried
Every motion they take, they go farther from light
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There's some mornings I wake up
I realize I made it all up
The drama, the stage, the curtain
The actors and their scripted burden
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He don't know no circuitry
He don't know no scheme
He don't know no hook-up
No invisible stream
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I want things to be good
When the hawk touches down
Have to stand where we should
When the hawk touches down
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