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Kyle Morgan Poem
Dark Abyss
These dusty floors breed virus air,
With sinful souls that never care.
These focused eyes are seeing red,
A growing city of the dead.
Empty, hollow, all but sleepy,
Psycho villains thrive on creepy.
Awake I dream and walk my trance,
While fiends compose a terror dance.
A cemetery of the proud,
Some are scheming and some are loud.
The blood it flows, it drips, it’s cold,
A tale that’s screaming to be told.
The artist’s sting of tattooed hate,
An influx in the murder rate.
Download madness and programmed pain,
The ugly truth of violent fame.
A chaos theory of the fight,
Satanic children of the night.
We’re bruised and broken, mad and scarred,
A dark abyss that’s called Menard.
Kyle W Morgan, Menard Correctional Center, Maximum Security, Chester, Illinois
Copyright © Kyle Morgan | Year Posted 2015
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Sweat brings me closer to success
Blood brings me closer to triumph
Tears bring me closer to love
This pain the world turns from, I embrace.
To conquer the world
You must first conquer yourself
The path to greatness comes through struggle
Beware of the faster, easier and safer path
This path is not the better path
The road of the quick and comfortable leads to the soft and weak.
Be Bold!
Engage in the difficult
Accept the challenging
Seek the mysteries
Watch your Becoming evoke awe from the masses
Find and hold on to your greatest ally Inspiration!
Inspiration is my fuel
The power to inspire, is the power to electrify the dead.
Kyle W. Morgan
November 15, 2015
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Millennial Madmen
We are the crazy and we are mad,
Give me your broken and give me your sad.
The united flawed a beautiful mess,
The brilliantly odd an absolute guess.
Millennial Madmen writing the news,
Volcanic dark stars are boiling brews.
The eye of the other seeing much more,
Adventuring lovers that we adore.
These sensitive souls will die for a cause,
The unruly elite follow no laws.
Entertain us or we’ll entertain you,
Creating myth by injecting taboo.
The sky is the limit, we’re climbing high,
Through inspiration we will multiply.
There’s no turning back we’ve gone way to far,
We are your present, enjoy your bizarre.
Copyright © Kyle Morgan | Year Posted 2016
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November 15th, 2015
We howl with the wolves and follow the moon
We're coming to a village near you soon
Into the mountain is where we reside
My Doomsday cave and my warrior tribe
We don’t see ourselves as little or small
Our collective drive will surprise you all
We live in the ruins, ghost towns and mines
Far from your hatred and civilized crimes
We’re all training hard, our muscles are tight
With passion so fierce, we love through the night
Re—wild the West, with sails painted black
Breathe the blue flower, become the attack
Work must be done to prepare for the game
We embrace the storm while praying for rain
We’ll hunt for our meat and gnaw to the bone
Then hang all the skulls in front of our home
We have many scars our skins become thick
Our minds are aware and intellect quick
My group will be strong our care is intense
At first what seemed odd, now makes so much sense
Kyle W. Morgan
Copyright © Kyle Morgan | Year Posted 2015
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Once you’ve hit bottom then up is the way,
Strength has been building and wise is the day.
I had to go down, to see with my eyes,
The good from the bad, the truth from the lies.
My heart aches for love, I’m tired of hate,
Sick of the darkness, this is not my fate.
I’m fighting so hard to regain that smile,
The one that I love, the positive Kyle.
It is a challenge, but I’m coming back,
I’ll rise from this pit; I’ll fight its attack.
The beauty of light that’s seen from the dark,
A burning love fire ignites from a spark.
This is not my charm, so you must believe,
I will not intrude, so don’t make me leave.
I promise my love and it won’t be fake,
It will not be broken, truth cannot break.
Copyright © Kyle Morgan | Year Posted 2016
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