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Life's Complaints Department

Life's Complaints Department

 Take it out on me.
 That’s what I’m here for.
 Make me work for it.
 Make me feel it.
 Your relationship is dead.
 I want you to spit bile.
 You hate your kids.
 Let your tongue be your weapon.
 The mortgage payment is overdue.
 Show me that desperation.
 You got some bad news.
 Prove to me your diamond hard anger.
 You’re having car problems.
 I want to see blood rush to your head.
 I am the concrete wall that absorbs the wreckage of your life.
 I am your temporary enemy.
 I am a sponge with a face.
 I calmly roast in my own public hell.
 Barely existing in my own numb regret.
 Forsaken by my own fragile identity.
 The sweat soaks through my shirt.
 An accidental pain junky.
 Ready for another fix.


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Copyright © Kevin Pearce | Year Posted 2015



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Moving On

Moving On

we are human tuning forks
vibrating to our own frequencies
searching for the rhythm and the pulse
of the universe
the peace of mind
we're looking to find
the occasional perfect moment
to prove we're not blind
so I accept my flaws
and their probable cause
because in the last place to dream
there can be no laws

Copyright © Kevin Pearce | Year Posted 2014

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Dream

dream

to dream without a conscience
is for the weak and vulnerable
it gives them a chance to break free
from familiar prisons

Copyright © Kevin Pearce | Year Posted 2014

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The Night After Halloween

the night after Halloween

 walking home from a lifeless downtown
 I see a poorly made skeleton
 hung by a noose
 blowing in the wind
 tied to a tree branch
 older than I am
 as leaves dance around my feet
 until I kick them away
 and silently wonder
 "How often do people lie to themselves
 to move ahead with their lives?"
 There are no more hills to climb
 No more childhood mountains
 to conquer

Copyright © Kevin Pearce | Year Posted 2014

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Distorted Discourse

alcoholic actors age artificially
frustrated feminists fornicate fiendishly
clever cops cripple conspiracies
nervous nannies neglect nurseries
morbid ministers murder martyrs
jealous judges justify junkies
lazy lawyers liberate lunatics
paranoid pimps pacify prostitutes
emotional eccentrics execute evangelists
gullible gangsters glorify graveyards
horny hypocrites horrify humanists
impotent invalids inspire incest
scorned schizophrenics sabotage sanity
disgraced diplomats destroy democracy
tormented terrorists terminate treason
reformed revolutionaries regret redemption

Copyright © Kevin Pearce | Year Posted 2014



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Fool

fool

 You are the
 fool
 who parades his
 neglected love
 on every street corner
 like a sickness without end
 inspiring guilt with a sharp glance
 haunting me with breathtaking stupidity
 manipulating my mind
 with a riot of
 confused emotions
 instructing me how to suffer
 without purpose
 like you do
 every
 useless
 day of your life

Copyright © Kevin Pearce | Year Posted 2015

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Accidental Love Poem

Accidental Love Poem

 At first sight
 your clothes fit you
 almost too well
 Did I see your eyes
 turn my way?
 Maybe I want a nice girl
 Are you out of my league?
 Can I penetrate your intrigue?
 So please walk by again
 Although it would look good
 if I’m not talking to you like this tonight
 Because I’m as good as lost
 when you are nearby

Copyright © Kevin Pearce | Year Posted 2015

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The Library

The Library

 I go to the library
 on a cold, windy day
 I smile at people
 They smile back
 It's a simple process
 It makes sense to people
 Some days it makes 
 sense to me
 I wonder if these people are happy
 I wonder if I am happy
 At the library I open a 
 random book
 I read the first sentence
 and the last sentence
 then wander home
 and imagine the rest

Copyright © Kevin Pearce | Year Posted 2016

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Believe It

Believe It

 I'm a bit misguided
 I sometimes neglect my appearance
 My brain has been through 
 blunt force trauma
 I speak the language of regret
 I overdose on my emotions
 I use sarcasm because it 
 keeps me interested
 I have a mild death wish
 My enemies are usually 
 figments of my imagination
 An aura of disaster occasionally
 follows me around
 What does not confuse me is desire
 So keep your heart within reach
 Because I'm coming for you like the PLAGUE

Copyright © Kevin Pearce | Year Posted 2016

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Flirting With Madness

Flirting With Madness

 Who is Kevin Pearce?
 Did he go deep undercover?
 What is he, some sort of rogue?
 Is he abusing sedatives again?
 Is he the hunter or the hunted?
 Is his heart breaking on the instalment plan?
 What kind of debauchery is this?
 Are we supposed to believe him
 when he has so many secrets?
 The mind shivers at the thought
 Too late for mistakes
 Too early for the song and dance
 His soul stabilized by death threats in dreamland
 The telephone will be today’s chosen weapon
 Paranoid cults, drugs in the food
 Roaming scared in dangerous foreign lands
 Coded blasphemy for a noisy world
 Some days my brain is on fire
 The executioner is off today
 Give him a break
 He has the same sickness as the rest of us
 Give him your last words
 Wrap up your entire life in a sentence
 Keep visiting that gravesite until 
 the guilt becomes manageable 
 Useless memory bringing up a past 
 I can’t quite handle right now
 Keep that cyanide tab in your shoe
 Some people can’t stomach the violence
 Their ignorance is what keeps them alive
 Put your fast food flag away for another day
 Burn your favourite book, consume the ashes
 I wonder, how much of your hatred is self-taught?
 Ancient sorrows dragged through the mud
 How much chaos can you handle?
 The greatest danger was believing your lies
 Although your nightmares showed great promise
 It seems nobody knows what an innocent world looks like
 It’s the slaves that make the best dancers…

Copyright © Kevin Pearce | Year Posted 2015

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