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Patrick Kennon Jul 2019
Amani, Shalom, Salaam, peace
Humanities' goal is to release original sin
Meat grinder ball spins and we still fightin'
Warrin', not-rightin', iron sighting
birds in flight'n
Amani ani nawae 94b, for helping me
Made it clear with a shot glass of Halidol and pretty pills
It spills out this morning, doing laps to pass time
Apparently being Muslim is a crime
Do some **** and do a dime flat
Put you on your back with a gat goin' ack ack
Once again you got the short stack, short straw
Psych ward thaw, I want peace with them all
But they want to hurt me for praying to loud
Just another in the crowd, I need help too
I served this country just like you
Borders and flags are the symbols of fools
This species can come together given the right tools
94b
isidora mitri Jan 2019
koža je gladna
na koži hladnoj
uzdah u praznoj sobi
iz praznog tela isparava
bez imalo nežnosti
nežno milujem ti kosu
grliš me golu
ogolelim prstima

u tvojim je očima
na mojim je usnama
zalutala želja
ne gledam te
ne ljubiš me

ujutru te nema
ujutru me nema
i nikada neće biti
december 27th 2018
#sr
Patrick Kennon Jun 2020
Out of jaded blackness you come,
My stomach dances, what are the chances
Full moon lances through twisted branches,
juniper limbs leaning, back lit silhouettes
Pools overflow to rivulets, streams, dreams,
bodies clean and washed for a funeral
When the sea gives up her dead, they will
walk amongst us in seaweed clothing
Loathing our fate, being born under this
evil star
Sew up the scar with dental floss, grit teeth,
repeat
Želeo je da mojim fontom reči budu ispisane.
Tako smo se i upoznali.
Imao je neku toplinu u sebi.
Izgledao je pored nje kao zaljubljeni mladić.
Smejali smo se našim ružnim rukopisima koje niko ne može da pročita.
Otišao je nakon 3 meseca.

Imao je neku toplinu u sebi.

*hm, maj 2016
Patrick Kennon Jul 2019
Slammin' bones, telephones
Way the aim goes up, up
From this bowl we will sup, smoke
Drug, comrade, we stood in the rain
Comrade, brother, always faithful
Mojim drugovima, I feel ya'
Grozny snacks, lessons learned in brass
Cold cash, runs the **** thing
Float like a butterfly and sting, sting, sting
94b

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