The Broken

        She fell in love and she fell
At lightning speed
He gave,  he took and he was gone
The damage done, a heart left to bleed

Their parents divorced
When they were in an early age
Two shattered children
Life goes on turn the page

His father abused him, mentally, physically
For years there was nothing he could feel
He was left with so many scars
He thought would never heal

Bullied by others because she was different
She felt unloved and outcast
She lived in a cloud of darkness
Never escaping her past

There’s a still small voice
Like a whisper his words are spoken
I am that I am and I am the only way
I hear the prayers and heal The Broken

Written By:Charles Kean
02/26/2024

The Beauty Of Poetry

    What is Poetry, that is the question
Shakespeare and Poe
Most definitely the best
Any of us will ever know

I’m just a simple man
I write in simple rhyme
Never knowing the Intricacies
Of that period of time

But does poetry really need to be
So deep and have such complexity
To be held to such high honor
By all of our human society

I believe that poetry can be
Reduced to a mere word or two
And there’s no law requiring rhyme
It’s just the way I present mine to you

So be it Romantic or Religious or if
It’s of Darkness or Drollery
It’s all relative and wonderful
That’s The Beauty Of Poetry

Written By:Charles Kean
02/25/2024

A Monkey In The Kitchen

      Well just to give you a small glimpse
Of my mind and my Awesome life
First of all you need to know that I truly
Give thanks for it especially my wife

I’m the only person that I know
That literally falls up the stairs
I lose every game I play on Xbox
And all of me impairs

I can never seem to stop hurting myself
And so part of me is in constant pain
Every time I’m running late for work
I always get stopped for a Train

Don’t get me started on technology
It hates me and always causes stress
If I fix myself something to eat, I can
Never make it without making a mess

We live on the wrong side of the lot
Remember I’m not Bitter and *******
Life is great, I have a dog so life is always
Fun when there’s A Monkey In The Kitchen

Written By:Charles Kean
02/21/2024
Note: Five days after our last Snow
The opposite side of our parking lot shows no
Sign of it and on our side, it looks like it just happened. The Monkey is obviously a stuffed animal dog toy. He loves them and drops them wherever he pleases.

There’s No Second Chance

     There once was a man
His heart was as hard as stone
He was pure Evil with no remorse
He lived his life all alone

He didn’t believe in God and Grace
He didn’t have an ounce of righteousness
Sometimes he would hurt others
For no other reasons but spitefulness

Drugs and Alcohol and a mindset
To get all that he could possibly get
Killing and stealing with no respect
For the law in its face he would spit

He lived his life on the edge of darkness
But tears never fell from his eyes
Then one day he got a taste of his own
Medicine and he met his demise

Falling to Hell he cried out to God please
Help me but God stood strong in his stance
You ignored me in life, never changing your
Evil ways and There’s No Second Chance

Written By:Charles Kean
02/18/2024

A Black Rose Butterfly

      Like a Warrior she fought, her
Heart was full of love and hope
Her eyes held the Stars of the Universe
Once only seen with Hubbles Telescope

But now she’s as cold as Winter
For reasons only Heaven knows
Her tears fall from the sky above
And give life to the Black Rose

The world never knew her for if it
Ever did it would be a better place
But her fate was sealed by a man
With blue eyes and a handsome face

Her love for Spring and the world
Could only be concentrated on her eight
A lifetime of suffering and sorrow and
Struggle to put food on our plates

Like a Caterpillar turns into a Butterfly
Its life gets to be redesigned
But the World lost its best chance
When our Angel left us Behind

In my heart she’ll always stay, forever
Burning tears my eyes will cry
Never forgetting our Angel
In my dream I see A Black Rose Butterfly

Written By:Charles Kean
02/16/2024

In The End

       Well there’s two sides to every coin
And there’s two sides to every story
And in every game there’s defeat
And then there’s obviously glory

There’s riches in currency and
There’s riches in Silver and Gold
There’s a life of youth and there’s
A life you spend when you’re old

There’s sparkling shining jewelry
Beautiful Necklaces and rings
There’s a plethora of worldly possessions
So many meaningless material things

Some might say that it brings true
Happiness but it’s just fake
But you believe what you wish and
By all means get all you can take

But life is temporary and so is everything
In it and that’s the truth my friend
You can’t take it with you and there’s
Only Heaven or Hell In The End

Written By:Charles Kean
02/15/2024

Bipolar

  Everything is wonderful, everything *****
Bipolar, Bipolar, Bipolar
I’m so very happy, I’m so very sad
This is the flipping of the mind controller

I love you, I hate you
There’s Sunshine and rain
How does this happen in an instant
There’s joy and then there’s pain

I want to live, I want to die
There’s no in between
You know it’s not my fault
Sorry you’re witness to this ****** scene

I know you just saw me full of life
But now I’m on the edge of death
Saved by the Paramedics
So it wasn’t my final breath

As long as I take my medication
I don’t have to ride that life Rollercoaster
But it’s a true struggle of strong personalities when you’re Bipolar

Written By:Charles Kean
02/08/2024