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World's A Loose Cannon Jan. 3rd, 2019 @ 02:24 am

Hello fellow members that like poems, I have made this poem that is on my profile with a poll. Please check it out. Thank you in advance.

*** Aug. 23rd, 2018 @ 11:22 am
I's killing loneliness
Now loneliness is killing me
This sadful curse
'S become my weird gift

You're not the reason
For it, nor the remedy.
How bitter! bitter is
This mutial amnesty...

Seer Aug. 11th, 2018 @ 02:07 pm
stars collapse and dont repine
to the universe order
Triumph the seer!
Triumph my lover!
Exult! Exult beholder!

strings shed quanta of time
the gross world border
Triumph the seer!
Triumph my lover!
Exult! Exult beholder!

though the entropy's uprised
cosmic poise's unaltered
Triumph the seer!
Triumph my lover!
Exult! Exult beholder!

living hymns pervasive light
their praises in one chorus
Triumph the seer!
Triumph my lover!
Exult! Exult beholder!

untitled poem by Kevin Trent Boswell Feb. 23rd, 2018 @ 06:55 pm
Kevin Trent Boswell

a pinch of madness

the insane notions of a poet, sorcerer,

a singer of peculiar songs,

the rhythmic, vain ideations of one

who conjured strange creatures

from the cauldron of creation

over and beyond this threshold, 

you partake of the leisures of sound and sultry syllable

lessons and lectures and laughters 

and the lesions of wounded minds, 

weary with the weight of life

and giddy with the youthful joys of the coil-sprung death instrument 

called cosmos and its temporal, jittery stasis 

tune in to the mad frequency of the hatter's harp

feel the feathery quill between your fingers, 

scratching the soft illusions of underworld cathedrals

onto the digital parchment of binary scrolls

and into the thousand, orb-like eyes of the argus 

place your hand into a nebulous, darkened grab bag 

of glasslike candies and venomous serpents

here, you will know not the quilted comforts of certainty 

but only the gambler's thrill, that of wanton abandon 

mercurial mirth whispered in your ear

tip me for a tune and I will write you a rhyme

receive the song by bartering for the verse with a dime 

the witch ways abound in this universe of sound

words walk here... like men... 

men who speak lessons,

instructions in the summoning of demons,

demons who cut doorways in the daylight,

doors through which only angels may pass,

these angels enter into the earth and make oddly-perfumed flowers, 

flowers that bloom children under the cold rocks of winter,

children who spend their time slaughtering gods for sport,

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LOVE LETTER TO LONDON (Spoken Word Poetry) / England Travel Video Feb. 10th, 2018 @ 09:16 pm

LOVE LETTER TO LONDON (Spoken Word Poetry) / England Travel Video (x)
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Straw Hats Dec. 15th, 2017 @ 10:00 pm
Kevin Trent Boswell

Straw Hats
Kevin Trent Boswell

happy, clueless pilgrims

venturing to the Amish land

awestruck by the death of leaves,

the strength of autumn’s hand

noses pressed excitedly

to panes of auto glass

cameras cocked and loaded

shooting horse drawn buggies, as they pass…

rudely slapping their unwilling victims

on to sheets of Kodak flypaper

at the expense of a simple, private people

they'll have volumes of self-involvement to savor

Oct. 1st, 2017 @ 03:16 am
This was one I wrote a long time ago.
migness6/16/09 02:35 pm
Of Evil

So evil came a knocking
Knocking on my door
Said it owned the universe
Said it wanted more
But when I looked evil
Looked it straight within the eye
It knew not what I spoke of
Left me to wonder why
and wonder is what i did
I sat right down to ponder
would evil go with good
if good had such an offer?
and evil started laughing
right there right in my face
said i lacked intelligence
and questioned my whole race
so then i said to evil
why would you hate me so
if i can leave you to evil
then you can surely let me go
but evil wasn't listening
and played an evil song
and so i waved goodbye
and did not sing along
but evil took it personal
and said that i lacked rhythm
I thought that evil had enough
and went on with simple living
but evil kept on knocking
and every where I went
I could see that look on faces
the one that evil sent
so I again said to evil
what is it that you want
and evil kept on laughing
I get anything I want
so back I went to living
my life that is so small
I said "go on" to evil
don't know that type of song
So evil's song got louder
and played on the radio
said that it would find me
anywhere i'd go
I thought this was quite silly
I'm not going anywhere
why would I go looking
for a thing that's everywhere
yes evil is quite spoiled
it wants more universe
and though it does sound greedy
In my life i did immerse
so evil went on playing
and came up with a new verse
said that it was quite scary
and very well rehersed
again i looked at evil
stopped and tried to listen
but evil made no sense to me
who names evil tristen?
I think that evil can come and go
any time it wants
it said it owned the universe
and fills it up with taunts
so i ask why would your invitation
seem so nice to me?
we have nothing in common
that i could ever see
but evil said "i'm everywhere"
even in your kitchen
I said well if God wants you there
I guess I have to listen
and on it played it's evil tune
while my simple life went on
I still don't know why evil knocked
to play a silly song
or even gave me a try
to own the universe
to sing a song
or dance a jig
for evil to converse
see when i think of evil
and the way that evil sells
I know that any vested time
would cause no paralells
I would't fill the package
that evil keeps in stock
I couldn't talk of undoing
one of God's small flock
I couldn't put my heart in it
I could not make one buy
I know I couldn't make a sale
It isn't worth a try
to make evil so marketable
evil would have to let me go
As evil likes to look profitable
and see huge magins grow
though evil makes you fear regret
for a simple one like me
it has a gist i just don't get
and i see that naturally
I like to see the good in man
I like to see it spread
evil wouldn't want my thoughts
dancing around it's head
so why evil would care to stay
with simple folk like me
i simply could not fathom
and I file it mystery
see evil see's you coming
and it knows just what you think
it will use your thoughts against you
and leave you drowning in a sink
this to me is silly
but i do not question why
so why would evil question me
if i look it in the eye
I have no gripe with evil
I know it's everywhere
but if it saw me coming
it should know that i don't care
why should i care for evil
it does not care for me
and if the feeling is mutual
then at least we both agree.

midnight vows Sep. 15th, 2017 @ 08:22 pm
we keep our energy to ourselves,
mixing our colors,
becoming plum-hearted.
becoming addicts.

honey-lit in the alley, making promises;
you keep
insisting on a kind of strike-slip
between my skin
and the roughest part of that cement.

you crawl inside my head
and look out through
my mahogany dream:
it's still a visceral scene

of you and me


Afternoon Jul. 14th, 2017 @ 06:38 pm
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