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Mark kenny Oct 2020
Sinking back into reality as I step back leaning on a legacy that refuses to get old
Strange but ****** nothing beats how the little things play a huge part in what chooses to unfold.

Reminiscing on a faint moment that persist to leave rendering me helpless on the face of reality
Stern look that society seldom glance at because deep down everyone is facing their own scared reality.

Faded problems at least that was what I got as I gave a deep sigh sinking deep into this profound element
The sick view of my thinking chair would leave you wondering if you can outrun a single element.
Benching all my problems trying to bring them to life. Constructing a familiar bridge that hardly leads anyway but still we increase our pace towards it. Sick of the scenario that I create just because I can't stop reminiscing on my past.🚷
  Oct 2020 Mark kenny
Dr Peter Lim
Chair of Philosophy--some who lecture
lack a proper thinking-chair
  Sep 2020 Mark kenny
John Destalo
smaller than
an orange

I lifted her
and saw her

bruises and scars

she was not
perfect

but I took her
home anyway

she was
so sweet
  Sep 2020 Mark kenny
Thomas W Case
I know they look like sunrises and sunsets, but I was painting you.
When I painted all the rivers that lead to the oceans, and the glorious starry nights, and the flowers; the sublime orchids and the tender roses.
In the end
and from the beginning,
I was painting you.
I don't need little emoticons  I need sunshine in my face
I don't need face book likes I need you over by my place

I don't need messenger chat  I need a friend  with skin on
I don't need cel beebs nor empty stares that say  I'm gone

I don't want technology to rule my day its plastic anyway  
I don't want an email to say  "I'm having a baby any day"  

but I do want to write great poetry on a sunny beach and say,
this has been a great day, I haven't googled away, my day.
  Sep 2020 Mark kenny
Kurt Philip Behm
Phrases string together,
letters front to back

Birds of the same feather,
in each other’s tracks

Marching toward transcendence,
words reformed and strong

Flocking into unison
—flying into song

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)
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