Best Sweep It Under The Rug Poems

If you Really Knew Me
By Kevin Robey
Febraury 16, 2013

If you really knew me, you’d see through these lies
The smiles and laughs, can’t conceal my eyes
You won’t ask questions, you won’t suspect
You won’t see it coming, my final misstep

If you read this now, you know it’s...

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Back in '63,
I remember vividly,
only 6 years old,
and watching our
black and white tv,
showing Lee Harvey Oswald
being escorted down the hall,
handcuffed and under arrest,
when out of the blue
Jack Ruby walks up and
shoots him in the chest,
I was little, but knew in my heart
that there should have...

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Looking Forward to Tomorrow 

Verse 1: I had searched around for the love of mine for an awful long time 
My heart is on fire with gracious desire
Don't drag me down with your lack of confidence and your attitude, as sour as lime
You always point...

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Writing words that don't fit the occasion
It's as if I am lacking a genuine sensation
If only you'd stop stomping on me as if I'm the mat at your front door
My head is in the murky clouds once again and these problems in mind are hard...

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well now, let’s see, 
if you live in “the land of the
free,” 
you get to see people get blown
away at a higher frequency these days,
because of
“individuals”
who have snapped,
right?
couldn’t be the wonderful capitalist 
gangbang, that squeezes its hand round the
neck of everyone,
forcing us to scramble for...

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trapped within the very impulse of our loved beneath the perplexing ambush
we close the door of brevity with a slight adjustment of the hand when will we understand
caught betwen the world I know then onto the one I wish to go we become puzzled
my mind...

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an impossibility. so it seems. 
how did we get to where we are?
An impossibility. ripped at the seams. 
How did I let my heart get this far? 

Its an impossibility to breath without pain. 
a sure probability that I wont be the same.  
an...

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I can control the flow of tears.
Start a new nation of pioneers.
Build and teach a better school.
And I can split the atom of a molecule.

I can make what is yours mine.
Speak to the deaf community by sign.
I am the one who can drop the ax.
Take...

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Porous border
100 thousand Americans dead
Fentanyl poisoned. 
Courtesy of China, the cartels and little Joe Biden.
Sex trafficking and dirty coyotes.
Biological weapons
wet market alibi
gain of function.
Decriminalize drugs.
Close down insane asylums.
No bail for violent fellows.
Sweep God under the rug. 
Leaning toward Energy dependency.
To beg oil from our sworn...

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Black lives matter is a statement of love not a statement of hate
So please erase the confusion from your face 
I wish they could hear but they're to busy spraying mace in my face
They keep yelling, Nigga's who needs them, nigga please, black boy black...

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The lead role was in many a wishing female heart.
Numerous young actresses auditioned for the part
Mr. Fleming said, “We’re looking at girls day and night,
We have seen scores of them, and not one of them seems right.
If you want me to tell you, it might...

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you crossed me
 that did it
 you insulted my intelligence
 Critics
 yet who are they really anyways ?
 you live behind four walls that close in
 it's too late you blew it
 my pride is on the floor 
 lest I implore more
 but that...

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today we are living in a world of hate
its a text, tweet & snap chat society
burning holes through there cell phone
no one gathers together & break bread
what is going on inside their head
its the blind leading the blind
soon to fall into a ditch
everyone appears to...

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carry me through the barren leaves in braids of trees life is a known mystery
locked horns with the mere notion of joy as a bat with girl meets boy lift your head high
cool your jets lest I confess that life is but a test I...

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I listen to my words but they fall far below
I'll never make the same mistake
carnality lifting through the extreme
blinded decorum of harmful interludes
there isa cave with evil twisted ways
caverns filled with darkened conclaves
dark viscous fangs that bite dripping blood off side

the highway indian spirit burning...

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