Kevin T Wilson

Kevin T Wilson Aug 2013

Humble

There is beauty in the flaws of your face
You are a warm light in the shadows
Your smile is a rare sight
Lips so soft
There is strength in your softness
There is loudness in your silence
Your silence speaks volumes
Your actions explain everything
--
Kevin Wilson

Kevin T Wilson Aug 2013

Mental Note

I hear thunder
                                 but the skies are clear.
A thunder that rumbles from my belly and vibrates my heart.
                       I feel I have a touch of mania
                                              but I sit so still.
             Words crash against my teeth and I make no sound.
Everything seems to make sense
                                             but I can not explain.
                I am alone...
                               The nuance keeps me company.
I make a note of this moment
                                    because I am in tangled in chaos
And perfectly content...

Kevin T Wilson Jul 2013

Somedays

Someday’s I can see myself think.
Someday’s I can see myself smile..
Days like this when I feel I am the only one awake.
Days when I scurry about so softly while you all slumber.
Days when loneliness can be measured by deep breathes..
And company is measured by an awkward silence...
Someday’s ... I can see myself sink like a stone.
Someday’s I can see whats missing,
Days when morning turns into dusk,
Days when I cannot wake.
And the days when I will not rest....
Someday’s I can see myself float away.
Someday’s I can see the story go on forever...

Kevin T Wilson Jul 2013

Mr. Nobody

Mr. Nobody...
Awake for the morning sun comes!
Reality feels like a flood.
Pillows to pills and blankets to blood.
Night visions turn to day mares and careless love.
You like life best when it's left undone.
You real bed is death when God says it's done.

He'd hate to think it hurt you.
He'd hate to think it didn't.
You hate to think this is life you would love to think it isn't.

Kevin T Wilson Jul 2013

Untitled

Do not regret this face!
Please do not stab me with the words you swing like a sword!
I am not furnished for this.
Your world is a den of thieves.
Your Heaven seems make belive and will not accept my retreat.
My faith screams defeat!
I am broken by design and in poor condition.
My freedom of choice proved a bad prediction.

Fill my every empty!
Say what you thought when you wouldn't speak!
Think the thought that makes me complete...
Pack me up for safe keep.
Or
Stop ,rewind ,and just delete....

Kevin T Wilson Jul 2013

Mean and Pretty

We try to grab life with numb fingers and a limp wrist.
We explain with a stiff upper lip.
Even with closed eyes I have discovered that you ,them ,life can not give any real satisfaction!
It's not worth my affection.

Children of chance ,fixations of flesh ,misery ,and it's company.
Why do you question things you should not know?
That which is best for you is beyond your reach!
What is best?
Not to be born!
Not to be!
To be nothing!
The second best is to die real soon!
Life is a horrible mixture of cruelty and sensuality.
That's the real witches brew.
Believe what you want but this is true...

Inspiration from Frederick Niche

Kevin T Wilson Jul 2013

Mother Mary's Man Machine

Her house appeared ethical with walls steel and cold.
My head now sound.
My mind fled from the clear and ticked now like gears on a timely clock.
***** fixations grew non stop.

She calls without words.
She is now composed with radars that replace her heart.
I am Mother Mary's man machine.
Filthy dreams now spark.
Disturbed and distressed I scan what I've become.
I'm now hard to the touch!
I'm Mother Mary's man machine.
What vile things she has done!
Even with confusion it is the style I want.
A holy deal indeed.
Control ,***** *** ,and then delete.
She does not tease.
She just takes!
She plays well with her role.
And we both function without love.
Machines have no soul...