Has no supplies
Yet, he has all art form
He is under light
Yet creates darkness
In spoiled soil
Your calligraphy celebrates war
Over the sufferings it is paid with

I am Irish poetry rising

Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025

Good Morning Rupi
In Comes My General Assembly Report
From Myself
You Are Welcome To One, Only

I have a coffee beside mine.
In our tao te ching
Better translation, eggshells

We master our fold

About our objective becomes fold
Above is songs fold
Poem

I will grab two new books from friends

Ruve and Neil are master journalists

Some days we arrive at Oaks Christian theater at the same time, because friends are making plays together.

Lou Adler is a real human

Jack is a Detective
People forget to follow

I grow up next to James Caan
Watching pointer sisters

Lucien S Rocco and I fail with words

Lucien and I misplaced Joseph Testa's granddaughter close to the church theaters


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Scenes won't film silent nights

Then That #
Thin life
Then was
Turned in and,
Out around
Out around still
Stilling the fix of call
Interest to go away
Without the boy
Stilled enough
Canvas won't come, expense
Stuck in time
Only thin
To easy over
Fellow gals, no leave
Just, as a city tilts
As a city tilted
Quelled anger grew out
Ships defeat weakness in water
All the smiles spilled, costly losses in babes
Empty open hunger
Why no romance in this dark?


Zoe hush

This scene we don't see
The Psyche of our miss

We take home

We film from poor to act with reason
Journalists oath in pain
Release
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