Kevin Mireles Poems

I tremble when I think 
of all the pretty wild flowers 
beyond my window pane.
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I believe I sense
a growing depression
upon my consciousness.
It is forming an imprint
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Mannish boy
gonna be alright.

Blues guitar
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Suddenly her words make a lot of sense.
Life is about dollars and cents.
Yet it doesn't make sense
when your living life senseless
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Freedom and love
meet together in her eyes,
a fluttering elegance
on a whimsical wind.
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Sunday coffee alongside
a crowded collection
of newspaper conversations.
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They say its consciousness,
or coincidence.
I say its consequence,
that will be our deliverance,
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Me gusta tu amor,
cuando me lo das simple.
cuando complicas cosas,
El situación se parece tonto.
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Foundational wisdom
warped by philosophical prose.
Four corners of a square
define the true limits of the soul.
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I hate her. I hate her!
I fucking loathe her!
Such a disrespectful
antidepressant
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