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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

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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
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Today I consume 1$ worth of cold noodle soup

Love is an angry thing


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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

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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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Written by
kevin  44/M/california
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