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Jul 2013 Patrick Conroy

st64

peace
please

private property..
intruder hurtled over
seeking who knows what
screaming obscenities

perfect pitch..
find little solace
but by going within
hide well beneath veneers

possible perfection..
but with one
so* very far away
loss near calamitous

pardon presumption..
get over discomfort
pick up sad face
work with it

passable poetry..
may reveal a layer or two
if the inner eye ready
shove preconceived away

puerile pretence..
try to prove points
only to efface the truth
lose bits of the light

petty prisons..
all just deadly excuses against living
get locked in by the self
unlock the cell, throw key away

please..
peace

S T, 12 June 2013

when we expect nothing, we won't be disappointed :)

Jul 2013 Patrick Conroy

Angles and Lighting

Jul 2013 Patrick Conroy

Danny C

Angles and Lighting

I'm the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life:
all the pictures you see of me weren't goofy moments
with friends and family whose cameras sympathize.

I'm not one for portraits or photographs.
And I don't do well with a candid capture
of the face I see every morning.

Each angle is meticulously planned and preordained.
Every gesture, the charming smirk you see in my smile,
is scrupulously rehearsed like a Broadway show.

Because lord help this man, if I let them see what I am,
there ain't a body who'd love someone like that.

Jul 2013 Patrick Conroy

Self-portrait

Jul 2013 Patrick Conroy

pandemonium

Self-portrait

I am that girl you often see in the library
her glasses left on one side,
eyebrows furrowed
you always see her writing something-
so focused on her little notebook and pen
you'd think she didn't see you
as you look away, she lifts her head
her eyesight isn't very good but you'll see
she looks rather out of character and you'll think
she didn't see you, not without glasses on
but she did and little did you know
she's writing about you now.

Jul 2013 Patrick Conroy

Drugs

Jul 2013 Patrick Conroy

MITCHELL

Drugs

That familiar feeling
furious elation flows through your veins
with a hint of regret
and a touch of sadness
who am i to judge
who's anyone to care

Jul 2013 Patrick Conroy

Time

Jul 2013 Patrick Conroy

MITCHELL

Time

Ticking
Superfluous sounds
Be silent
foul clock
I will conquer you

Jul 2013 Patrick Conroy

Tarkus

Jul 2013 Patrick Conroy

MITCHELL

Tarkus

A relic
From the age of ancients
The land of great lords
Don't fret
every journey comes to an end.

whether it be falling from the heavens
Or rising from the depths of hell
each peregrination is a story
worth being told
from generation to generation.

lost but not forgotten

No matter the size of the person,
The magnanimity of their act.
Marks made on the world are not a matter of size
Their a matter of depth.
every respective feat and chronicle.
It's really just if the indentation you make
is everlasting.

And leaves a mark
on peoples Hearts.

Jul 2013 Patrick Conroy

The Synchronized Dumbing Down Of America

Jul 2013 Patrick Conroy

Mike Hauser

The Synchronized Dumbing Down Of America

Sit back, relax
Everything will be fine
Enjoy what you see on T.V.
Forget the daily grind

We're here so you'll feel better
Make it all alright
Use the slightest bit of truth
We do it all the time

No need to concern yourself
With the government's affairs
What you don't know want hurt you
If your left unaware

We'll tell you who it is you are
And what it is that you should think
Don't pay attention to the other guy
He ain't like you and me

What he says is mumbo jumbo
Not like the elite that are in the know
He'll upset the apple cart
If you let him take control

So hold on tightly to your chains
Your in for the ride of your life
Who's going to pay for this loony trip
It'll come out of your hide

There's no need to concern yourself
With the government's affairs
What you don't know want hurt you
If your left unaware...

Jun 2013 Patrick Conroy

the taste of mud

Jun 2013 Patrick Conroy

Aaron Reisinger

the taste of mud

I thought you were ******,
But you taste like *******.
The way you make my heart beat,
And my tears fall like rain.

I thought you'd be the flower,
I'd pick and you'd be mine.
But I got lost somewhere between,
Jealousy and fine.

Sadly it'll never happen,
You'll never share my bed,
So I'll just have to load this needle,
In the place where you could rest your head.