Kevin Patrick

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Biography of Kevin Patrick

I write for therapy, not really for art, I write to communicate and express myself in a form that can promote communication between parties, and because its really cool to read about other people and their lives beliefs and stories

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  • A Rose Grows In The Night
    A rose grows in the night Lit beneath the diamond lights Petals smooth in silken magic Blossom crimson shaded fabric
  • A Tale Of Winters Dream
    The waxing span of the silver moon Calls to the breeze of the winters chill The brittle arms of the lone Birch Lay still to the frost but are not deterred
  • Scream Of An Ugly Butterfly
    My spelling is quite atrocious And my grammar is perplexing I'm not literately ferocious Which makes reading me quite vexing
  • Butterfly Words
    A poem is a catch Of butterfly words That I chase with a pen Within a paper mesh
  • Colour Of Happiness
    The colour of anger is Red Frustration connubial to Dread The colour of love is Purple Sanguine to Aphrodite's myrtle
  • Black, White And Grey
    Tell me life is black and white That there's a wrong and there's a right Where good men never rot in graves And villains always change their ways
  • Hold Onto Love
    Hold onto love When it tries to slip through In the net of a veil Where vows drip with dew
  • Drum Machine, Drum Machine
    A soulless ambience permeates the air Mechanically reducing the spirits subtext Into a droning limbless catatonic basin Dissecting the rules of rhythmic conscious
  • Winds Of Winter
    Winters winds chime ancestral wails and glide auretic melodies That swail the earth in whitewash gales And cling the foam of memories
  • I Eat Peanut Butter
    I eat peanut butter from a jar Sitting quitly naked at the bar Wired in frankincense and cheap olive oil You can never spot where Ive hidden my old boil
  • Oceanus Wakes (A Pretentious Name From T...
    Blind is the ocean to the sound of its motion As it roars with momentum of immeasurable melody Ushering its whitecaps of sinuous elocution Against the gold Shorelines with foam balm fidelity
  • Commitment
    </></> Never is there love, Unless there is an inner faith For faith admits our pain
  • Recipe Of Hate
    Mix half a cup of Ignorance With
  • Impossible Past
    It was 76', when you vacationed on Mars Rented the family a cottage near Bradbury Mounds A modern concrete Lloyd Wright framed into the bedrock Overlooking the green Sea of cylindrical calm We had an L shaped pool that wound around the ocean
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Today (Is Yesterday)

</>Here these words breath of my epitaph
Speak louder than all my deaf sentences.
This discourse is my final truth
Which to your ears translates this ruse

I never failed a test, I meant to past
But never learned respect of circumstance
Confess; humilities been my false pride
The world was made good for evils kind

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