Red Pins

FeaturedRed Pins

Hailing reigns sharpen his mind.

Amusing deconstructions of the Word.

The clandestinity of the cumulus.

What paltry its nimbus resembles?

 

What mindfulness we don’t own?

Smallest egos amongst the sheep of the conceited.

Excommunication of the heretics,

A banishment praising our synthetic lords.

 

Shallow are the shores of our capacity.

Our mind formed by the Baker.

Needed are our wants.

A wanted silence envelops the kneading.

 

A candid kingship, mercy does not know.

Salivated hunger pains the belly’s flame.

Lustful journey’s romance with torture,

Never ceases in congregation.

 

To question the capacity of power.

The seeming unattainability of it.

The obstacles we burn to breathe it.

What futility it bears?

 

–Kevin J Flors

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Futility

FeaturedFutility

Birthing mandates depression,

Sinful monsters directing films,

For our eyes cannot be stopped.

 

Looking for answers,

Lost in lust and greed and family,

Responsibility never slumbers.

 

The name of our desire is Waning,

We will all die before he,

He will tease us into believing.

 

They only speak in exploitation,

Don’t bother learning it,

You were born to never understand.

 

Minds play a king of deception,

Besides the two my mother gave me,

I’ve lost all my hands.

 

Personifications of sound.

What really is a voice,

Without a gilded crown?

 

A wise man once said,

He was the leader.

Following defines our nature.

 

Comatose defines our coitus.

 

Complacency defines our torture.

 

— Kevin J. Flors

 

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Alienation’s Bellow Cries Death

FeaturedAlienation’s Bellow Cries Death

Alarming bells’ counting daze,

Entrancing followers’ gilded hearts.

Illusionary jungles kill lions.

Monarchical nihilism overshadows persistence.

Quickly reins shake tyranny,

Undress vixens worriedly.

Xerxes’s yielding zeal.

 

A broken clock doesn’t

Entertain fathers. Grieving homes.

Intrusive jingles. Knives lunging.

My neck opens purple,

Quivering. Restlessly stoic tumult.

Unheard vehemence withers.

Xenolith’s youth zombified.

–Kevin J. Flors

 

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Inevitable Lateness

FeaturedInevitable Lateness

 

I now understand,

 

My mother’s indigestion of stress,

Spat out in undesirable forms,

A bullet aimed at our apathy,

Its journey never short.

 

The dependence of alcohol,

An escape from skeletons,

Walking skeletons,

Or what feigns natural.

 

My father’s infidelity,

Disintegrating pathways.

The artistry to combine,

The chemical with the physical.

 

Smokers,

Burning their lungs and nerves,

Curing combustible flames,

When water fails to salve.

 

My mother’s anger,

Her sadness,

Nervousness,

Loneliness.

 

Depression.

Late shipments of reminiscence,

Of overbearing failures,

Of regrets.

 

I now understand,

 

All the forgotten dreams,

Floating in stagnant wells,

Incapable of rippling,

Pressured by an unbending mold.

–Kevin J Flors

 

 

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Thaw

FeaturedThaw

Falsettos of the falsely fallen,

Fantasize a frozen form,

Forever feeling from fountains,

Freed from forming foreclosure.

 

Fortitude’s folly fends fear,

Far from followed fences.

Fiercely firing fists of fire,

For foolish fascinations of forever.

 

Filtration funded by fingers,

But filth finds foundation,

Formations of fortune,

Forever framing their forefathers.

 

Fancy fowls of forever,

Forget forming failing flowers,

A fellowship of the finite,

Who find fountains in feelings.

–Kevin J Flors

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Reminisce (Recalesce)

FeaturedReminisce (Recalesce)

The endangerment of silence,

Memories of happier times,

Of ecstasies of flying,

Realizations of falling.

 

Decanting cans of bitter juice,

Offerings of companionship,

And trustful barters,

Soiled by the greedy weasel.

 

Flecks of light,

All forming an image,

A happy cat and his pals,

A scary man and his guns.

 

Explosions of color,

Drawings of flat suns,

And grasses oh so green,

And lost ones, forever unseen.

 

The endangerment of silence,

Cries of jubilance,

Sorrow.

 

Panic.

 

 

 

Silence.

 

–Kevin J Flors

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King Dumb

FeaturedKing Dumb

stagnation

one nation

one revolutionary

named revolution

surname

Sir Washington

washing tin

trimming

thinning

thinking

fat king

kingdom come

King Dumb

big thumb

big gun

no one

help one

help many

many

many watch

many clap

many laugh

many die

men die

die men

diamond

blood diamond

bloodshed

shed fruit

fruit bear

bear arms

armies

police

police arms

police harms

arms raised

tempers raised

legs dropped

drop minds

mind issues

issue complaints

complaint conquers

conjurers

conjure questions

question logic

logic trumped

Donald Trump

trump card

carted off

off with their heads

heads hung

hanging

lynching

longing

long hair

heritage

its age

great sage

great disparage

Great Depression

depression

suppression

stagnation

one nation

one revolutionary

named revolution.

–Kevin J Flors