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Kurt Kanawa May 2014
Sometimes I wish
I still believed in God.

Maybe He could forgive you,
because I can't.

I can only
Forget.
not normally this bitter. this is just a phase, i'll probably love you back in the morning, for better or worse.
Kurt Kanawa May 2014
you marvel at your beautiful reflection,
but then remember the undeserving *******
who stole
your third mistress.
so you rob a hardware store
and gouge his eyes out with a screwdriver
and watch him bleed to death
while snacking on a bag of Cheetos.

you're too lazy
to pick up the crumbs.
pride
envy
lust
greed
wrath
gluttony
sloth

(in order)
Kurt Kanawa May 2014
I could have saved you.
I wish I did.
I was supposed to be
Your deus ex machina,
God from the Machine.
But apparently
God was not enough
To stop the ambush
And prevent the explosion
That engulfed you in flames and lead-filled smoke.
You roasted alive.
And I watched you die.
Memories lost forever
In an instant.
A voice never to be heard again.
Unless
Somehow
I could turn back time
And have another chance
To save you
Before I saved
myself.

If only everyone
Had a clockwork angel
Guarding their side...
to malik. i didn't know i could save you. i'm sorry.
Kurt Kanawa May 2014
endless
summer
trance of the cool breeze
careless
summer
dance of the  palm trees
you can
catch us
singing
beside
bonfires
or maybe
  surfing
the late
sunset
whilst
drinking
homemade
cocktails and listening
to the whistles of purple orchids
you can meet us by the golden shore
on sands that can't wait to get into your
toes and tell old stories about heroes
and  beautiful  women of  the land
who had hips that could rock the
molten lava out of mauna kea
you can enjoy the moment with us
leave your  worries and  your cameras
and lose yourself to the gentle swing of your
hammock and to the wishful kissing of the ocean
and to  the warm  blackness  that sings you to
sleep  to good vibrations that radiate out of
the strumming of my thumb that lullabies
the little brown child i carry in my arms
who the world named ukulele
"Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling, so it goes some things are meant to be"
Kurt Kanawa May 2014
lucky are those...
who can enjoy too much...
or survive...
on so little...
Kurt Kanawa May 2014
about as annoying
as that word
you keep
*mispelling
Kurt Kanawa May 2014
it's the way
your left and right hands move
in perfect synchronicity
to play Beethoven

i wish i could hear the music
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