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Author: Kevin J

  • The Dance

    Letters fly, away from it all Language does best – burned and tethered Armor lines the people’s chest Many lines can attest for The embargo on many actual moments But on the brink of Time becomes still, while we, as its company, can do nothing but match the decorum We are fallacies upon melodies Take…

  • Dilation

    Downward spiraling, and much to be said about the endless rains The heaven bound will be back, I have no opinion on whether better off (again?) Because I’ve just arrived, am still coming and still searching for a way here Infinite and humbled, I, Bound and liberated by myself, and other The only meaning of…

  • Everything but, Anything shown

    Can you explain? Washed away in a legacy, never cleansed in lakes. Baptized or Bastardized? Never no mind. Either, I was sent on my way Can the bear minimum be cultivated into infinity? Or can something I don’t remember really take a part of me? And if this really is just a game, can they…

  • Atonement

    One more moment We exist like this always But where have we gone, been? Away from it, I sit here, reverently In a matter of an instant, most things have changed Where am I going? I ask the coffee table It will be here for me tomorrow, so there is my answer The mirror holds my…

  • I Hate School

    I know, I should get in line. I just went to parent teacher conferences. No relation to the child discussed, just along for the ride due to a wide open schedule. And I heard a lot of things about a few kids. “Has done well, just needs to participate more,” “you have nothing to worry…

  • Carpe Diem

    Some people are scared of ages. The ones you pick up are more of a burden, it would seem. Like it didn’t mean anything. I don’t doubt that. Especially when you’re reading symbols. The story is yours to create – No, not always. To tell – Maybe, if you wish. To remember. To personify –…

  • Her Mourning

    The mourning Day breaks into little pieces Of repetition Swept away for every action dismissed And being done for a reason. Love? Unsuitable Would multiply headaches Would quantify Put the emphasis on gestures missed Leaving the weight of a legacy on every moment It was an opportunity to witness beauty Witness life, in any instance…

  • False Hope of Gods: Summertime

    Nothing feels good about it I knew where I was supposed to be Is this what every April brings? Went on without me, didn’t need to give the cue Summer’s dawn has consequences All must fall to start anew But summer ends Again, like the last time This is the cycle we’re stuck in? Hushed…

  • Dreams

    Prepares for the impact Every morning, he prepares Falling away Hard time deciding whether he should A- enjoy the levity Or B – get ready for the rock bottom of it all Pain, is a feeling he cannot get use to Knows it, has been its pupil Wants to learn something else, for a change…

  • 5am Mass

    Heat, sometimes Head pulsates the heartbeat Heavy, in other moments The thoughts are not intangible Anchored – I feel them My clock is realistic, runs in cycles And dawns only come once a day The effects, not lasting But the moment, was right That’s hope That it will come each day Once