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Ken Casey Poem
They speak lies and deal in pain.
Ask for your confession .
Yet torment the week and insane.
Preaching to thoose who need hope.
A dealer in disguise.
So clever is his dope.
Hands apon the innocent rules without reason
lead to a perverts desire.
Fancy robes burn just as fast within hells fire.
A idea so good thought.
A tombstone left is a marker.
Trust in the father is what we were taught.
And old trunk and a empty promise
only take space.
The soul when broken.
Is just another empty damaged place.
Copyright © Ken Casey | Year Posted 2009
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Ken Casey Poem
Paper latterns light the gardens path.
To a splendid night and a summer bath.
Rose peddles trampled under her feet.
As her form fill's the darkness.
hiding in the shadows trying to catch a peek.
Of the beauthy who gives life with her
kiss.
Magic seems real on a night like this.
On a night like this the world stands still.
when feelings are spent.
And emotions serve there own will.
She tempts the angels and makes the old young.
Climbing the invisable ladder.
Rung by rung.
Green tea she sips while drifting down
a lonley night.
A painters brush draws a tear at her sight.
Golden hair cold blue eyes.
She breaks hearts with sugar coated lies.
Jasmine fills the air.
With love and memories to share.
nothing about her seems real.
She acts unfazed with mass appeal.
Often is her coldness mixed with rejection.
She surrounds herself with walls for
constant protection.
Living in a world of her own making.
Giving visions of passion for the dreamers taking.
No matter her ways still someone she does miss.
As the wind travles through the trees.
She reflects on a night like this.
She fills the emptyness with a secret innovation.
On a broken dream and a promised vacation.
Standing in the shadows soaking up her eternal bliss.
Romance and passion.
Come togather on a night like this.
Copyright © Ken Casey | Year Posted 2010
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Ken Casey Poem
You left with pride you were doing all that was right.
A year later you've became another.
Who exist's only within the fight.
Off the plane empty eyes did greet.
Goobye to that sweet soul.
Asking old friends did we ever truley meet.
A battle is fought within inside.
Cold night sweats.
Speaking another language there are
inwhich you can confide.
The sand and regret is a painful cross to
bare.
Old friends run a hand in front of your face
and question are you there?
A cigarette's glow in a dark room.
His emotions like dust
Swept away in the morning by a old broom.
Taken to bed by diffrent women for none
he does care.
Kissed lips question are you there?
Every waking moment does remind.
The pain that he does exist.
And the brothers he left behind.
To break a soul empty there is
nothing left to share.
Theres really no need to question.
For he"s no longer there.
Copyright © Ken Casey | Year Posted 2009
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