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Kevin Michael Kappler
Poems
Oct 2019
The end of Lone Rangers
The leaves turn red another year.
Hunger for someone near
The heart beats sick of the same old routine….Deep Future Fear.
The old routine eats at the soul like acid.
A necessary evil? How to reinvent such?
Your mind fights to come up with the start of the engines…Still placid.
Throwing water on your face..you wash away last night’s dream.
“When will I be loved? When will this lone and quiet disease called ‘loneliness
be vanquished? How does one find the crowd in which to do his creative works with?”
A team instead of a solo soul feeling the aches of Oneness.
Give me the sword and answer to fight the waves of bitter winds that play on like old home videos.
Music is to be heard and shared.
Creativity is best expressed within groups.
I’m not on a desert island? Where are all the Human Beings?
Concern for their own needs is natural. Not too much.
Too much of anything can make one drunk with feeling.
How to stop the cattle from stampeding or bypassing your moments to shine and to share gifts of plenty.
Not just a gift for you..For them.
Maybe after I win this lonely end to my solo days
People will peer into me and see the true bright and giving light.
Instead of being in plain sight, however, oblivious they are. I need to break society’s irresponsible and selfish ways.
The only mend to hurt and sorrow.
Maybe tomorrow, a piece of their time I can borrow.
Together, we can piece the puzzle back together.
Finding out that the most amazing occurrences are best when viewed as a bonded group.
Instead of avoiding the newcomers, making friends, and ending lone ways, forever.
Written by
Kevin Michael Kappler
Illinois
(Illinois)
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