Kevin Patrick II Poems

The rain
Cries in the dark
of a bible black sky
As a chill stirs, sweeping, autumns
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So sweet, so polite your pure sugar and cyanide
a capsule marked compassion your cruelties certified
Your smile, your poise is just a manicured vice
A cosmetic act to hide your venomous disguise
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I only feel beutiful
When I'm covered in the dark
And no light can ever pierce
The serenity of my scars
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From a seed of a thought that germs into being
They grow, steadily and mercilessly
Both devious and insidious
An idea
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Yesterday
I was in the jungle of a restaurant
(poorly camouflaged)
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Faith, collapses beneath reasons weight
Crushing those who stay in its walls
And ignorance seals their doom
when they refuse to move
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Send it to a Gulag at the bottom of the world
Then throw it into the dustbin of history
Let it rot stinking in some high security vault
Abandoned behind steel eating its own misery
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Patriots are the thugs of fascists
Becoming devoted servants
Willing to commit evil
Loyal without mercy
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Holy Mary was a woman of stoical convictions
Spent 80 years of her life as a dedicated Christin
Eighty years of celibacy when her only man was Jesus
pure of mind and body and free of the best diseases
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We can know longer pretend to believe
That we live in a society that cares
We can know longer rely on authority
That applies more force then we can bare
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