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Fred Kinard Jul 2013
Planet 28

I've been on this planet alone for about 7 of earth years.
To my surprise I miss the abuse from others which led me to tears.
Vegetation here has kept me well balanced, but my laugh is gone.
Don't know how I got here, and I never got to see my 1st born.
Maybe this is my punishment and I died and went to hell.
I guess I'll never know anything ...then again time will tell.
Fred Kinard Jul 2013
In the distance I can see a shadowy figure in the midnight hour.
I wait for whatever to become more visible to the naked eye .
As time moves forward I catch the reflection from the stream.
Somehow I dozed off to sleep and was awaken by ****** fangs.
This is what happens when you are caught slipping in life.
Somebody is watching you too and rest to sure they're sneaky like mice.

Poetry P.S
Acceptance:
The ugly truth about trying to fit into a certain demographic lifestyle that will never except you will drive you to cause harm to yourself and others.
Fred Kinard Jul 2013
It is never enough to understand things that are true because sometimes obtaining it changes nothing unless you can deal with the consequence that follows.
I see ...
Umbrellas are sold but never protects the whole body from the rain.
I see...
Shanangans unfold at work  that demand without shame.
Fred Kinard Jul 2013
Never did we see eye to eye because your eyes were wide shut.
You never completed me, so I invested in lotion for palm reading.
The bank account was limited due to you and your two cents.
You wanted space and NASA wasn't excepting applications.
Hope your journey leads to a dead end and brick walls made of ice.
You are cold baby, so cold.
Fred Kinard Jun 2013
Beauty is not a wild animal you can control
Beauty is defined by infinity
Beauty is not what the eyes perceive even though many want to control it like a beast.
Fred Kinard May 2013
Let he who divides time understand the world is covered in numbers.
Numbers that point out that we are not in control of the spinning marble.
Marble covered in a sea of something that equals nothing.
Nothing matters at all when all is for one that connects to everything that is blacken.
Fred Kinard Apr 2013
I heard her words and visited her opinions which she believed to be true. I spoke to her softly and said, "If you never traveled the world and never spoke to every man, than how can you claim men motives are the same." She said, "I just know". Her false intervention has blinded all that is real, and she gave me this look that could **** .  I told her to close her eyes and leaned my head on her chest. I heard, "Thump, thump " and as I listened to her heart race in place . I said,"Hearts can never be truly broken".
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