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Kevin Pearce Poem
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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Kevin Pearce Poem
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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Kevin Pearce Poem
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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Kevin Pearce Poem
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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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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Kevin Pearce Poem
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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Kevin Pearce 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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Kevin Pearce Poem
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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Kevin Pearce Poem
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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Kevin Pearce Poem
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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