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Estranged Liberty I represent Amnesty International Homekey + Food is a business not a writing This is the AFL-CIO labor union budget demand Irish asmirwin cagovernor mikeytaylor realdonaldtrump repbrownley tonybiasotti latimes nytimes lapdhq nypd #callutheran #nytimes #washingtonpost #nbcnews #foxnews #tonybiasotti #aoc #repcarbajal #berniesanders I'm just a poet and resident poet of California thousand oaks Ventura The measure in terms of indifference against the university is lost lives in poverty poverty callutheran #callutheran #nytimes #washingtonpost #nbcnews #foxnews #tonybiasotti #aoc #repcarbajal #berniesanders berniesanders #vcpublicdefender #venturapolice #vcsheriff #sbcpubdef #bbcnews #dailymirror #declanwalsh #realdonaldtrump Today I consume 1$ worth of cold noodle soup Love is an angry thing #vcpublicdefender #venturapolice #vcsheriff #sbcpubdef #bbcnews #dailymirror #declanwalsh #realdonaldtrump Later eaves repair After the tarnish Undone in scatter A mired filth As tame nill quilt Sonnets Before Surrender & The Building That Follows The war refuses the head, below wasting in dead Rearing the front as storms fell the timbers rot Upheavals breast, shorn and filled in neglect Lay useless she had cried, allow dimple and deny Tis only folly we are joined from, seasons blurry Contemptuous fury, theatrical brevity, lifeless Burning misery, hasn’t all gone and come Just so fiddle and spun, as garnish and lathe Without soured breads fortune, and curled ears late Forever they attend, a hearts creative bend And rule they must, alas at lose in unbreakable crust He in hand created this land, in tales of ferried rows Gentled slave we musn’t hate, crucible’s labors as knave In there buildings, craving and fighting, loud and obscene Fruitful as flies, multiplying night skies Crying babes of violence, unruly and brutal Off again we should shout as they, steam filled hovels in suet Narcissus was the inventer of the hot air balloon I make new Japan flower to bring Irish blemish They found me in French Narcissus and tessellations Her morning spent In passions saint Spilled buffoon Mothered by noon In stilled consequence We arrived Having been found In upside down Houred plaster Confined in measure Sill Aunt spill, deft of leverage Tibet A tid bit of distance from your remains. Startled doors and war on floors. Later eaves repair After the tarnish Undone in scatter A mired filth As tame nill quilt She spent behind the city     Haunted veranda of Sicily Her mother's sister?        Had she forgotten to write since? The first daughter away from Italy        Before her mystery in burdens named as foreign The behaviour paused and absent faces      The mimes of her part Spoke finish of him in passing I am foreign She beguiles the pages from after I've relented Traitor of soil Today the geese wain     Her gathering, florescent hateful summers Defiance of shelter     Mooring my vessels in war Grand questions of my ability to remain Remaking our affairs   Her story?       Mute Ink, mine American Jazz American Jazz Jails Slaves Waves at freedom She at the door, too forgetful Bothersome Invention war is This is a far as a sound As nearest minds kindly borrow Works flat And out the door Slaves in jails Forward my ship On top and on back Waters a ways to work Laddles become hospitals Without spoons Only the together people Lift down the cloths Aprons run in country We ain't had enough Jails yet This is beautiful Your from that porcelain city I'm New York poetry too Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025 Dedicated to Adrien Brody Adrien I'm rapping with Rupi Thank You tickle the bourbons for it tonight Sands hunt up a clarinet In an Article Building top Walking while home goes around Doorway sop Whenever she won't stay Making out in another part of me Counting stands Selling tombs down to hell as we Fall apart Torn numbers, towers Calling hiding hours Hate filled seconds from the soars Feelings lost in gardens I couldn't afford This angry tower isn't hiding It's my way in outsiding Leaving everyone dead Your wars and shops attacked the bed When does the bottle ever warm Why doesn't rain carry more Because I'm running out of blues I'd rather have a nights last fuse Turning off memories wild that way I won't learn Down in the street I hate to burn Yesterday hasn't made it Now it's another page I'm free Free to stop the reading meters walking Riding on the back of a child trying to cry Every mournings different in my rain I step out Outside of all the noise Last time she thought she could afford Touching mes a worthless missing, door Typewriters on the floor I've gotta make it back to her shores She won't lend me the hands Its me verses spirits I can't stand That's the room I'll never halve Loves a left behind place Paris I have one hot cup of coffee and a night to be What It's Like What It's Like Don't be cool Hate aloof Cliche Spending is slow reading headlines Lettings, yourself conceited I wouldn't encourage feelings of me Just raising the literacy rates With Irish American letters is all time But,  I'm somewhere at Unstable and content Introverting caution Lived from wars before my own ink Extroversion is an extra paragraph NoTreasury department extortion On copy desk before rents talked about In the newspaper You exist As an exit Misnomers a banking poetry song Calculates make wedding vows Acquire before you lives and skip Thousand Oaks California is based On thoughts of being poor Building affordable welfare support Pet Shop Boys Watching model prisoner chicks Who become victims of war ignorance Unable to Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025 Without her Voice without challenge hear Here in city descriptions fears As alone as hymnal Founder often eaves. Pole yearning lent Brightly sadly sate Carol as tall waltzing banging pots Partly in the reading den Party always misused Veranda Bombs Veranda Bombs Read as Heading per Naval incident "Now This!" "Now This!" As paragraph goes out of style "Sue Anne the stars won't gather." Veranda pan up too you "Waking to a World in Peril?" "Hopefully big things to come in our report" Tell 'em what? Country Special effects guys live on the trolley. Tatas? Tatas.News?Tons.Coffee? Sugar? Happening My brothers and I fill all branches As peace will fill our wells Vessels at ports Our captains your tact We weren't raised for better days Yet we fill the nights with our cause Irish American military officers assist All locations on earth Chicago If You? Do Me! They can get checked on! Speak with it, don't press off! Knowing trust lives around a bus Terms this ride let's you rip off? Irish Window know Threw your ears around To come in late Leaning eaves Learning stairs Because it stars See it silver Deliver it's me Travis the darker my train Dearest subway Overt threatening arrival Travis performance A private visit Off the road Santa Barbara Circa Jazz Paris? Canary yellow wings of warmth Devastated Stencil consent to defeat Around a body in water Common and Kevin year 3 ™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™ Jazz Composition Common Verses Free French Free Form Overature Jazz 5th 3rd overature Circles.      2 twice trumpet Haunting 3rd brass instruction From further below      Than rise Chirps measure Blackbird is the altered blues draw Birds chirp in a paired 3 verses 3 top measure of 2 in line Over 3 verses 3 verses 3 Bottom measure of 3 in line circling waters break in flight 3d's in a separated pair Second pair drifts in to flight Bottom row 3 b's lilting right lift 3 p's Inverted taking notes Hanging for eyes dear last measure Forty five angled plight swoons seating oft Canary yellow wings of warmth oil a canvas ™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™
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Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 5:48 PM UTC
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Estranged Liberty I represent Amnesty International Homekey + Food is a business not a writing This is the AFL-CIO labor union budget demand Irish asmirwin cagovernor mikeytaylor realdonaldtrump repbrownley tonybiasotti latimes nytimes lapdhq nypd #callutheran #nytimes #washingtonpost #nbcnews #foxnews #tonybiasotti #aoc #repcarbajal #berniesanders I'm just a poet and resident poet of California thousand oaks Ventura The measure in terms of indifference against the university is lost lives in poverty poverty callutheran #callutheran #nytimes #washingtonpost #nbcnews #foxnews #tonybiasotti #aoc #repcarbajal #berniesanders berniesanders #vcpublicdefender #venturapolice #vcsheriff #sbcpubdef #bbcnews #dailymirror #declanwalsh #realdonaldtrump Today I consume 1$ worth of cold noodle soup Love is an angry thing #vcpublicdefender #venturapolice #vcsheriff #sbcpubdef #bbcnews #dailymirror #declanwalsh #realdonaldtrump Later eaves repair After the tarnish Undone in scatter A mired filth As tame nill quilt Sonnets Before Surrender & The Building That Follows The war refuses the head, below wasting in dead Rearing the front as storms fell the timbers rot Upheavals breast, shorn and filled in neglect Lay useless she had cried, allow dimple and deny Tis only folly we are joined from, seasons blurry Contemptuous fury, theatrical brevity, lifeless Burning misery, hasn’t all gone and come Just so fiddle and spun, as garnish and lathe Without soured breads fortune, and curled ears late Forever they attend, a hearts creative bend And rule they must, alas at lose in unbreakable crust He in hand created this land, in tales of ferried rows Gentled slave we musn’t hate, crucible’s labors as knave In there buildings, craving and fighting, loud and obscene Fruitful as flies, multiplying night skies Crying babes of violence, unruly and brutal Off again we should shout as they, steam filled hovels in suet Narcissus was the inventer of the hot air balloon I make new Japan flower to bring Irish blemish They found me in French Narcissus and tessellations Her morning spent In passions saint Spilled buffoon Mothered by noon In stilled consequence We arrived Having been found In upside down Houred plaster Confined in measure Sill Aunt spill, deft of leverage Tibet A tid bit of distance from your remains. Startled doors and war on floors. Later eaves repair After the tarnish Undone in scatter A mired filth As tame nill quilt She spent behind the city     Haunted veranda of Sicily Her mother's sister?        Had she forgotten to write since? The first daughter away from Italy        Before her mystery in burdens named as foreign The behaviour paused and absent faces      The mimes of her part Spoke finish of him in passing I am foreign She beguiles the pages from after I've relented Traitor of soil Today the geese wain     Her gathering, florescent hateful summers Defiance of shelter     Mooring my vessels in war Grand questions of my ability to remain Remaking our affairs   Her story?       Mute Ink, mine American Jazz American Jazz Jails Slaves Waves at freedom She at the door, too forgetful Bothersome Invention war is This is a far as a sound As nearest minds kindly borrow Works flat And out the door Slaves in jails Forward my ship On top and on back Waters a ways to work Laddles become hospitals Without spoons Only the together people Lift down the cloths Aprons run in country We ain't had enough Jails yet This is beautiful Your from that porcelain city I'm New York poetry too Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025 Dedicated to Adrien Brody Adrien I'm rapping with Rupi Thank You tickle the bourbons for it tonight Sands hunt up a clarinet In an Article Building top Walking while home goes around Doorway sop Whenever she won't stay Making out in another part of me Counting stands Selling tombs down to hell as we Fall apart Torn numbers, towers Calling hiding hours Hate filled seconds from the soars Feelings lost in gardens I couldn't afford This angry tower isn't hiding It's my way in outsiding Leaving everyone dead Your wars and shops attacked the bed When does the bottle ever warm Why doesn't rain carry more Because I'm running out of blues I'd rather have a nights last fuse Turning off memories wild that way I won't learn Down in the street I hate to burn Yesterday hasn't made it Now it's another page I'm free Free to stop the reading meters walking Riding on the back of a child trying to cry Every mournings different in my rain I step out Outside of all the noise Last time she thought she could afford Touching mes a worthless missing, door Typewriters on the floor I've gotta make it back to her shores She won't lend me the hands Its me verses spirits I can't stand That's the room I'll never halve Loves a left behind place Paris I have one hot cup of coffee and a night to be What It's Like What It's Like Don't be cool Hate aloof Cliche Spending is slow reading headlines Lettings, yourself conceited I wouldn't encourage feelings of me Just raising the literacy rates With Irish American letters is all time But,  I'm somewhere at Unstable and content Introverting caution Lived from wars before my own ink Extroversion is an extra paragraph NoTreasury department extortion On copy desk before rents talked about In the newspaper You exist As an exit Misnomers a banking poetry song Calculates make wedding vows Acquire before you lives and skip Thousand Oaks California is based On thoughts of being poor Building affordable welfare support Pet Shop Boys Watching model prisoner chicks Who become victims of war ignorance Unable to Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025 Without her Voice without challenge hear Here in city descriptions fears As alone as hymnal Founder often eaves. Pole yearning lent Brightly sadly sate Carol as tall waltzing banging pots Partly in the reading den Party always misused Veranda Bombs Veranda Bombs Read as Heading per Naval incident "Now This!" "Now This!" As paragraph goes out of style "Sue Anne the stars won't gather." Veranda pan up too you "Waking to a World in Peril?" "Hopefully big things to come in our report" Tell 'em what? Country Special effects guys live on the trolley. Tatas? Tatas.News?Tons.Coffee? Sugar? Happening My brothers and I fill all branches As peace will fill our wells Vessels at ports Our captains your tact We weren't raised for better days Yet we fill the nights with our cause Irish American military officers assist All locations on earth Chicago If You? Do Me! They can get checked on! Speak with it, don't press off! Knowing trust lives around a bus Terms this ride let's you rip off? Irish Window know Threw your ears around To come in late Leaning eaves Learning stairs Because it stars See it silver Deliver it's me Travis the darker my train Dearest subway Overt threatening arrival Travis performance A private visit Off the road Santa Barbara Circa Jazz Paris? Canary yellow wings of warmth Devastated Stencil consent to defeat Around a body in water Common and Kevin year 3 ™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™ Jazz Composition Common Verses Free French Free Form Overature Jazz 5th 3rd overature Circles.      2 twice trumpet Haunting 3rd brass instruction From further below      Than rise Chirps measure Blackbird is the altered blues draw Birds chirp in a paired 3 verses 3 top measure of 2 in line Over 3 verses 3 verses 3 Bottom measure of 3 in line circling waters break in flight 3d's in a separated pair Second pair drifts in to flight Bottom row 3 b's lilting right lift 3 p's Inverted taking notes Hanging for eyes dear last measure Forty five angled plight swoons seating oft Canary yellow wings of warmth oil a canvas ™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™
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kevin-8
44/M/california
Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 5:48 PM UTC
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