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Fred Kinard Apr 2014
We look at one another and our eyes meet with disgust.
A bundle of joy lives with each blink,
so I keep my eyes shut and walk blindly.
She taunts me with laughter,
so I deafen my ears to shield the heart.
I can only be sure of myself.
Not to long ago I said, "It was nice to meet you."
Time never perfected its unseen future.
I've learned that everything is an illusion,
and never shall we survive as lovers.
No reintroduction is necessary when all is lost.
Fred Kinard Mar 2014
The Peeling:
The mask has harden/
The heart has conformed.
Survival at play/
The need to perform.
Evidence of change/
Mirror rejection.
Never forced inside/
Entice by questions.
The answers set guilt/
A war was waging.
Now lines will be drawn/
As the world keeps fading.
Work
Fred Kinard Mar 2014
It was never about the way she looked.
Truth be told...
I truly adored the way she looked at me.
I just wanted to be seen.
The way she observed me was pleasing.
I made it easy for her to discover all that I am.
Fred Kinard Mar 2014
Love is dangerous
The heart is brutal
****** spills my guts
I want to adopt her lust
Knife to my throat
She robs me blind
I don't want revenge
I just smell my sheets
Her smell lingers
I ball up like a fetus
Love has abandon me
Let this be a lesson
Love is dangerous
Fred Kinard Feb 2014
The Pleasant Few:
Why burying yourself in that filth called misery
Let go of that sickening feeling so you can recover
Last I heard...laughter was the key
(Life is ongoing ) -FK
I want to see more women smile.
Fred Kinard Jan 2014
Discipline Of Mind:
  Information has its pros and cons because once the facts are proven then you have to provide new awareness into your life.
Rational behavior needs to take place in order to dispel ignorance; however, I understand that mental modification is very complex and some individuals can't subtract fabrication that is comfortable. Sometimes comfort is a bottomless pit that devours the truth.
  Truth sometimes lives in a glass jar and it surrounds itself around hope; moreover, even though many people want the best out of life they will never submit to any truth that doesn't warrant a safety net.
Fred Kinard Dec 2013
Everything went red and it was as if blood filled the air.
I was a mile away from home and my feet were swollen.
Nothing could stand in the way of all that is anew.
Trolls under the bridge whispered the name that was unspoken.
I was tempted to pour wine in the mouth of wolves,
so they could feast on the voices that spoke low.
But I was forbidden to to cause chaos and misery.
Six second before I reached my destination it fell from the sky and asked me did I need a ride.
I stood bewildered and climb aboard as we both entered the kingdom peacefully.
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