5/2009 Life is but a Memory
Memory is an imperfect thing
Flitting careless on Wispy Wings
a-morphous shadow, camouflaged truth
Flirting among imperfect scenes
Memory Makes Distorted Dreams
A-Brightness beclouds, retrospective lies
Memory is a wonderful dream
Fairy Fables of Familiar themes
Dramaticly Grammatical -
By Kevin Beary
not , a flight of fancy , not unknown
A grammatical sin
of cliche , uttered doubly wrong.
it is wrong to ever split an infinitive
one can see the impending conundrum
Because no sentence fragments.
and Don`t no negatives gravitate
towards prepositions that end their sentences
! All explanation points !!!
and non-stop continuous redundancies , ever
most minds of men , made alliterate
this tragedy befalls ,not the happy man
yet upon a fallible but virtuous soul
where happiness is wrest from his hold,
or rather.... sadness , brought upon his own.
3/10/2005 Righteous Rant by Kevin Beary
I loathe the unscrupulous and common
Detestable is the hypocracy of the righteous
Repugnant is the idleness of the lazy
and vile are the tresspasses of the lying
I deplore the simple and close-minded
Insidious are the movements of the fanatic
Impeachable are the offenses of the selfish
and malicious are the acts of the vengeful
I respect the mind of the curious
Admirable is the restraint of the patient
Noble is the nature of the humble
and saintly are the deeds of the generous
I revere the beauty of the innocent
exemplary are the acts of the truthful
Angelic is the behavior of the just
and wondrous are the feats of the industrious
3/7/05 - The desperate truth by Kevin Beary
Isolation , desolation
empty is the world
as I can see
Mutilation , desecration
Man putting down man
Prejudicial , anti-racial
every man is king
unless he doesn`t look like me
Superficial , Apocryphal
Hidden or disguised
is the truth of you and me
Is this our purpose in life
random accident or divine design
Is this mans nature
Its no design of mine
6/23/04 - A Poem of Joy - By Kevin Beary
It might itself appear
Time is not on our side
The message still unclear
Our Fear of Genocide
Of shadows and of death
Fill the voids with unrest
Finality its breath
Empty of common quests
Death reverts to shadow
Hiding that, can be seen
Inspires all that's hollow
Trading us in between
To follow light blindly
And believe in a cloud
Its will is unkindly
The hope shatters aloud
Not till our blood flows free
Will faith end misery
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Prose by Kevin - 8/05/03
If an angel knocked on your door and showed you the
TRUTH , would you abandon your sins
and current lifestyle and follow Him
on the weary path of Righteousness
To the gates of Heaven , OR
Would you denounce Him and slam the door.
Rationalize your existence and Life
Would you curse his rapacious trampling of your blissful
ON your death bed would you cry out to your unfamiliar
And ask him to send the angel , Again
So you could Truly believe
Its the fear of the Truth that inspires disbelief
, it is selfishness, not Gods ambiguity that grasps
the reins of aetheism
want you to know that I am proud....
For you have the courage to stand on Iraqi ground...
You wear your fatigues so clean and crisp, boots all
You wear your uniform tall with pride....
Knowing that where you are going is a place where
terrorists don't hide.....
You love AMERICA and will stand up and fight....
For all of our citizens rights....
For you are a soldier, a troop, a man....
Because you believe in our democracy land.....
You will stand up for the red, white, and the blue
don't even care if that jeopardizes you.....
For you are a soldier....
I will say it again......
and AMERICA you must defend.....