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Kevin T Wilson Jul 2013
I love her!

Well at least I like to tell myself that.
I suppose I cared because no on else did. I find that sometimes I get lost in her gibberish that flows from her lips like ***** from a drunken school girl.
She would ***** her disgusting words all over me. Each conversation I became a victim. A martyr for a senseless cause I was left dripping with confusion...
Kevin T Wilson Jul 2013
They all seem discursive and scattered,
Why would these curses ever matter?
Who will command stillness to wickedness so desolate and dead?
Partly I lay feeble in the head.

I am leisurely in limbo and moderately consoled.
I'm uncalled for and ribald ,but accounted.
Everything fit in place!
Ethical with a little slowness ,and a touch of corruption.
What was happiness is now a presumption,
Evolving and clawing threw this crushed creation.
Living is somber with a fatal fixation,

With all these things taken into consideration...
I am completely unchallenged with this sad situation.
Kevin T Wilson Jul 2013
It is a dream and I will dream on...
I cannot consider reality.
I am not fixed on an mere appearance of an eternal contradiction.
This manifestation rises like a vapor.
There is a world of things invisible to those wrapped in the first.
This world of suffering has become a necessary means of redeeming my vision.
I sit quietly in the midst of pain to break these boundaries.
Know thy self and the nothing in excess.
Pride and ego are hostile demons.
Bliss is born from pain from a heart cruel and relentless.
From musical moods comes poetical ideas and creation.
With this intangible reflection of pain comes mad love and not passion alone.
Now I become the Drunken Revealer But not on earthly pleasures
But spirit alone...
Kevin T Wilson Aug 2013
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 Jul 2013
A whispered warning...
What does it mean?
Was it a faint reality or was it a vivid dream?
She was a beautiful machine with fixed tight lips ,perky breast ,and uncuttable iron wrist.
A piece of peace ******* in by God.
A singing voice that seemed to pass threw my every pore ,but faintly spoke.
A message delivered with excellence.
"Come to me me and taste that the Lord is good!"
A fascinating warning!
What does it mean?
Mary a machine?
How can it be?
Kevin T Wilson Jul 2013
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 Aug 2013
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
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...
Kevin T Wilson Jul 2013
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 2014
I often become depressed when I sit and think about all the times that my life has been wasted by being depressed.  In return I have something to be depressed about later.
Kevin T Wilson Jul 2013
The song birds and sparrows are kind today.
They know their songs are not welcome.
Perhaps they have found a large stash of worms a couple yards over.,,

I stare at the still green leaves..
So still...
Even my heart sets so still.
Yesterdays confusion is nothing but a smell on my fingertips.
An explanation is a tick on the tip of my tongue.
Thoughts crawl like worms in my mind and all those hungry sparrows and song birds have flown away.
Kevin T Wilson Jul 2013
There is poetry in silence.
It's void creates endless thoughts, thoughts that deliver fear and regret.

There is poetry in the way some people hate.
The hate that builds bombs and funds war, wars and more wars with peace killing hero's.

There is poetry is the loveless *****.
Her sweaty breast are better than all of us.
Her common sense has been beaten and explored.

There is poetry in the addict just trying to feel better but coming undone.
Climbing high and falling fast.

There is no poetry for the poet.
Art does not create reality.
Reality creates art and reality is forever changing.
Kevin T Wilson Oct 2013
The smell of crisp morning air smacked me in the face this morning.. The sounds of rustling leafs and squawking guineas... The smell of sulfur and regret. The smell of compressed gas and the sound of a weak heart... The whisper of lies and the taste of fellico.. Smothered with blankets cause it's so cold. Calling in today I will be a no show.. Ooh I will! I might...   Good morning world or is it goodnight?
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Kevin T Wilson Jul 2013
No one reads poetry...
Outdated!
No time!
No interest!
No one likes big words...
Maybe a fascist...
Fascist...
What a word!
Who cares about deep thoughts?
Who cares about the splinter in my finger when they have a stake in their heart?
Kevin T Wilson Jul 2013
Its sweet how you guys get up with each other when one of you must leave. .... It shows you care the way that your blood shot eyes seem to stare.  I should awake with my love when he goes to leave ,but I know I should not make promises that I cannot keep - plus it's much more of a gift to keep my hateful *** asleep.....
Kevin T Wilson Jul 2013
It is my calvary ,my redemption
I see it in the distance but seeing it does not make it any more obtainable
My calvary
My redemption
My runway to the stars...
Kevin T Wilson Aug 2013
Here in this  moment I acknowledge everything
     This minute ....
        This second...
           I'll call it a second if it must have a name
             So much things words cannot explain
               Try to grasp this moment before it fades
                 Everything moves so fast and there is always change
                    Hold on tight i'm not afraid...
                       No one noticed it's such a shame
Kevin T Wilson Jul 2013
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 Aug 2014
Stay steady dreaming my love. Go on loving with that glorious smile you have found.
I'll work on turing this frown upside down.. Stay steady on that cloud my love. Remember me if you ever come down. Know that I cared.. Know that I tried... Know that I cried... Know I will always keep a piece of you inside. Remember those times?
Stay steady dreaming my love. Go on loving with that glorious smile you have found...
Kevin T Wilson Nov 2017
Any given man women or child have an emptiness so vast it could swallow heaven and earth. No matter the cause and effect. No matter on what crowded street loneliness will forever be the cornerstone of every man's heart.

So please tread softly from those who often speak of sin because they define it so not to define themselves.

Walk quickly past those who are without sin because their faults are only the fault of others.

Concern yourself not with crisp white house's and white picket fences because within dwell basic people who offer basic love in basic ways. They only pay mind to basic things.

Beware those who demand affection without satisfaction because they will say your affection is not complete. Once incomplete you will never be satisfied.

Turn quickly from the ones who persecute anyone who differs from themselves for they are without definition.

Yet any given man women or child has an emptiness so vast it could swallow heaven and earth.

A void driven by desperation and a reflex to hold on. A longing for a small piece of forever or the assurance that it to will fade. If not all together then never and if we are to cease then so will forever leaving only emptiness and it will shine brighter then all the stars in the sky.

It will be like a diamond in a sea of nothingness. Our beautiful piece of forever and our only joint achievement.
Kevin T Wilson Jul 2013
All this trailer park breath makes me feel sticky on the inside... I feel a little violated.I have never smelled poverty pass between someones lips before now.Everyone is hungry ,but someone spent the food stamps on energy drinks ,bologna and a star crunch... so they say. There are ***** babies everywhere! What breed are these heathens being forced out of? How is it possible to have so many children of a similar age? Their hair looked like ****** tails. Most all of them where naked with little *** belly's. In between the mumbles and incoherent English of the children I could hear an elderly woman in the back room of the trailer saying over and over "the Government will pay for the housing." Thinking things could not get stranger I hear the creak of the front door. A hairy man enters the room wearing cut off shorts ,a ******* shirt ,a straw cowboy hat ,and neon pink lipstick. Lost for words I stare. He walks over leans and whispers " I was molested." ,and then crunches a cockroach that was running across the floor with his over sized boots. He scrapes the brown mess off on a ***** naked baby doll and then walks back out the door. It was at that moment that I prayed that God would remove this tragedy. How could this monstrosity go unnoticed? I am completely saturated with pity and disgust...
Kevin T Wilson Nov 2013
In a place of disrepair
                                   I found a brick                                                            ­                                                                     and then another brick
                           Just too many bricks too care...
Kevin T Wilson Sep 2014
Two steps forward..
Three steps back..
I reached for you.
Stretched beyond means without restraint.
You promised without complaint.
You lead me and we walked so slow..
Your lips I will never know.
Two steps forward and you let me go.
Three steps back with nowhere to go.
Kevin T Wilson Jul 2013
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....

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