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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This is the end
And I don't no where it began
Somewhere down the line, it unraveled in a mess
now the stories been lost under
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She took me on a ride on the gothic express
Raven hair Madonna in Wednesday night dress
Lips of pure midnight from sorrows snow white
Dragging my desires in her plight of delight
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Frost bites
The windowpanes
Coating frail glass with ice
A chill seeps through the livingroom
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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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