Soulless Souls

      I’m not making any excuses
And today I wouldn’t change a thing
My past and my street wasn’t paved
In Gold, nor did the bird of happiness sing

I never had ambition, I was told I was
Worthless and so it became true
I believed those words and I never
Strived to break through

So therefore there were no goals
Except to survive for another day
Life passed and my dreams, well
My dreams just faded away

The people around me, just passed me by
They all lived for success
They all achieved the American Dream
But they also had the means of access

They all had visions of a goal and the
Passion and the soul and heart
My soul was lost, my heart was broken
In the race, I was left at the start

Sometimes I feel that I would do anything
To have another chance
But I know if I did, it would have changed
My music and my dance

But to have anything, to have a goal
A chance to shine, so bright
To see the world with a different view
To see it in a whole new light

And it saddens me to see this generation
Of stone cold hearts with vicious goals
Of spreading hatred and rip, rip and
Destroy in their soulless souls

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 07/06/2020
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Whimsical

     Love to some is nothing more
Than a story, that which is mythical
Some say love is real and falling
In love can be purely magical

The attraction to someone
At first glance can be purely physical
But we must look beyond this
For true love, as this can be critical

For if we fall in love with the wrong
One, than love can be parasitical
And to our hearts this type of love
Can be dangerous and even apocalyptical

I’m not a modern day Spock or Vulcan
But love would seem to not be logical
But love is real and very powerful
Finding the right love can be rhythmical

So in your search for love be aware
That love is far from predictable
And also be aware that the power
Of love is ultimately irresistible

I tell you though not to guard your heart
For safety but instead do the reciprocal
And when you find true love
Know that it’s far from whimsical

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 07/03/2020
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The Voice Within

    Sometimes in a whisper, sometimes in
A scream, I hear the voice within
Sometimes in the light, sometimes in
The dark, speaking like a kingpin

The words echo, from my dark past
It’s an evil voice, this voice within
Alcohol became a friend of mine
A bottle of beer, a bottle of cold Gin

Sometimes it’s a constant ringing
This strange voice within
Pitching itself between that
Of a Mandolin or a Violin

It’s mean and it’s ugly
This voice within
I believe the Devil would say
It’s his favorite immortal sin

It’s ironic that the hot and fiery
Burning of this voice within
Can be so very, very cold
Even too cold for the mighty Quinn

It use to control me but God is
My most powerful indomethacin
And though I still hear it, I just don’t
Listen to the voice within

Written By: Charles Kean
Copyright 07/03/2020
All rights reserved

Silence

    You were warmth,you were love
You were life, you were the essence
You were the light, but now it’s dark
And it’s cold in your absence

I visit you when I can
Especially when I feel so alone
But I cannot touch you or hold you
But just stare at the stone

So much life you’ve missed
But today life isn’t worth living
The world has gone crazy
There’s no more caring and giving

If I could join you I would, so badly
I wish there were some mechanism
For some type or form of communication
To hear your voice of wisdom

But I come and I talk and talk
And I cry in desperation of my reliance
But I’m left with more loneliness
And the sound of silence

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 07/01/2020
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WITCH

      Some might say there’s no such
Thing as Witches and a Witch’s spell
But I tell you there is and all
Evil Witches go to Hell

Some may not have the ability
To make a magical potion
But still find a way to be Evil
If they choose to have the notion

Oh they can be such a deceptive charade
So innocent with blue eyes
But if you fail to see it, you’ll quickly become
A victim of their manipulation and lies

They slip into your life so silky smooth
They just have that special knack
And when you least expect it
They swiftly stab you in your back

So I warn you all of Witches
Be careful of their wake
If you have the opportunity
Burn them to a stake

Just trust me on these words I say
I have fallen victim, my life in ruin
All because my heart is trusting
And I couldn’t see what she was brewin

It takes an evil within oneself
To posses such a unique niche
I pray that no one out there ever
Comes in contact with a Witch

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 06/30/2020
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A Co worker has wiggled her way
Into a position that is now making it
Difficult to go to work and enjoy my life.

Coffee House Poetry

   I ordered a cup of coffee
Black and hot
The waitress brought my order
And a cup of coffee black and hot
Is what I got
And the finger symbols clang,
Clang, clang, clang, clang

I woke this morning to hear
a bird singing on my window seal
I got out of bed and saw a bird
All to real, yes a bird was
Singing on my window seal
And the finger symbols clang,
Clang, clang, clang, clang

I heard an echo of a wise man who said
If your eye hurts while drinking tea
Remove the spoon
And the finger symbols clang,
Clang, clang, clang, clang

It was night and I Thought it
Would be dark, I looked
Outside and it was dark
And the finger symbols clang,
Clang, clang, clang, clang



Written By: Charles Kean
Copyright © 06/29/2020
All rights reserved