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(Kevin Michael Kappler)

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Trust in Waking Days.

Every day as I awaken

I think of the blessings of each breath…

As death has not yet taken

A brilliant and bright loving soul

Although troubled times have come my way

I look to the skies and count the beautiful items…

 Counting all the details against misery’s toll…

I smile in delight

For all of my selfless and wholehearted plans

shall become successful

As I trust in the miracle of waking each and every day.

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Finish The Puzzle

People watching can be so much fun As we are all unique and amazing It sends my soul fluttering Feelings are now on a rabbit's run. Feelings of intrigue and yearning of sharing ideals passions.. Pleasures.. and such. A true "medal of honor" as broken a heart This prize it shall always steal. Made of stronger materials than titanium or graniter.. This man's will is stronger than "Mr. Universe.." Now he has his air flowing upon him.. Such attention is ideal. As no man is an island Or can be the leader of his own solo equipped army He needs pieces to complete his empty portions Of the puzzle of his soul.. In witch he silently tries.. Melting the fears of frigid cold rejection... He shall break from the mirror And enjoy other's company And true affections.

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Aware

Late at night

When the whole world is fast asleep..

I crawl into a place

A Meditation, land, of sorts..

There..we are both together

Feeling one another deep.

Sweat from the night

A sigh in my Subconscious

Waves in a huge ocean

Upon a small two man rescue raft

I call for you

Frame by frame

The movie plays

As we look into each other’s eyes

Alone in this Magic World

Just Us Two

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The Iron Will

The Iron Will So how strong and Long it endures. The Universe Welded such together by the sun. Forged by Metals from Above The soul is a force Strengthened by the fellowship Of this one. A Brighter toll Riches, from such, that shall never die. It never remains cold It might grow older... However, it shall last forever. For as one The brighter suns The Iron Wills Are forged, together. Stay with me Until the end. This is just the beginning of the journeys Of the soul As eternity We are flames that fire up The steel factories That, with such energies, it shall always mend.

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Life’s Gallery

Life's Gallery Foggy memories A dream or a nightmare? Pain and stress...misery. Whack...Whack!!!! Give me the pills for the pain.... Hell, I'm a little quack! I strike hard to make the ball a winning shot. I sweat hard..giving life .. all of the remaining strength that I've got. Down the same old halls...every day. A gallery of my life. I smile at the visions. For I've survived .... I deserved a name plate...below the art I survived over every hectic way.

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United Yet Divided

By Kevin Michael Kappler United We Stand Divided... We Have Fallen Balance is the Key To a Better Way.... So why isn't the Balancing beam being set up....for a success and a brighter day? A Volcano of lies Lava Scolds the Truthful and the Innocent Sitting on our hands We merely die like lost sea creatures boiling on the sands.. Of life's Symbiont energies peacefully brimming with  healing purpose and fluid intelligence to heal our Misguided people from destruction.. The Oceans push their waters .. harder then harder As the Gods of Fortune, Health, and Care.. Buddha's tears fill a great portion of the ocean.. devotion... We must stop and bath in these waters..gifts of nature,,, End the senseless ignorance and violence,,, Becoming who we know we can be.. Gentle creatures over-flowing with gleaming gifts of solution and equal distribution of rights and softer tolerance. Until the Volcano is put to sleep with truth's song... Until the destruction of a great world comes... At the rate and on the road on which we have traveled, wrongly, down... The time until the Vengeance of our Angry and Divine Creator, upon us, his wrath shall be seen quickly and deeply strong. We, as a free and gifted world, should united and see the gifts of our creator signaled to end the suffering of ignorance. Self made unneeded trials.  Not just in government and this "migration violence" "drug dilemma" the world is a beautiful place..if we unite and work, listen, and care as one. Together.

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A promise to Future's Paradise

A Promise to Future's Paradise

Strength comes from within our own hearts.

We need to share such strengths

So that our world can enjoy a well needed start.

We have grown apart

Due to bias and big headed egos.

We need to look in the mirror

We see that we have come far from being a hero.

We need to change what horrific errors

Which have stain this world with it’s inhabitants’ blood

How can we truly live if we have our heads hidden in dark mud?

We need to see the truer light

Help lift one another up

Through selfless notions and tomorrow’s future

The bonds of evil and sickness must be torn apart

To seed the green plants and fruiting trees of the promise of a future paradise

Standing peaceful and true side by side

We can seal the future of light

That goes far beyond blind and war filled pride.

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Hurting Guns - A late night sorrow induced ambient mix.

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You

My mother told me never to curse

There is a three-letter word

“You” that is used as “Perverse.”

A one way street

Only the GPS in your head

Allowing any direction

A cross road allowing...

The Equal Ways in which others you can meet.

“You” might be “busy” with what you direct your mind too

That you push others to feel and act as a duplicate

To the “you” that is your universe

Snap out of the run around looped Track

And stop racing against the world

As you have built one of your own with too high of walls.

A broken leg and a broken pace

To Keep visitors in your life

as “you” can be a word used as “perverse.”

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I am man

Yes.

I am man.

I can play certain sports

I love my cars and mechanics

I can be a pain with my antics…

Seemingly Full of Only Testosterone and Pride

I can be shallow

I can be flirty

However, there is , to me, another side.

My heart feels

I cry while watching sad or romantic movies

A feel lost while alone

I judge the man that I see in the mirror

It couldn’t be any clearer

That I have a more feminine part

This man that you see

Is also a true loving Lady, inside.

Loyal.

Listening with a true ear.

Giving too much of himself

Hiding his pain to save another hurting and who has cried

on my shoulders

I offer the warmth and strength

Protection...

Discipline like a Man

However, I have just made my stand.

Just because I am the image you see

In physical form on the outside…

Does not mean I’m on the prowl

Like a Lion on the hunt for his Pride.

Looking for his next conquest

Like a flesh hungry Zombie

I am more alive than I look

Inside and out

I am Man through and trough out.

I proudly have declared myself, whole, in a sweet

and loud shout

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Museum of The Heart

I walk through portions of my life’s memories

Like a curator in a Museum.

Dusting off those old memories that I once held fresh

Paintings and Sculptures defining my journey within life and its journeys.

Now they are old and less important exhibits

That I stumble upon

Doing clean up of my space - almost lost or forgotten

Sweet and Clear Flashes of Remembrance fill the moment

As I walk further down my mind’s museum halls

The empty spots

Along these spaces

Are the memories to be filled with your face and heart

A soul in which we shall share in the future…

Of friends and places I wish to visit…

As this late night watchman secures his stronghold of shows..

Emptiness fades with the visiting of such a place

holding the most important items

In his heart which is held in place by Love’s sutures.

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Haunted Fame

I’m that ghost

the spirit that you hear howling in the hallways.

I’m the Invisible Man that you sense around you

Yet you fail to share a spare moment of your days.

A mirage of a man that gets lost in Life’s Traffic

Only recognized when your social club has emptied out

You stop for a while, feel the empty and cold air

Isn’t such tragic?

I’m the invention that the public doubts will take off

With purpose in society

Like an airplane

In my years of living

Failure to connect with new souls

Since the Cats in The Cradle

with Their Silver Spoons

and you are the slow moving one

Wishing to be more like that...

Wondering what recipe that success needs in it’s soup

To out perform the cooks who make such a reality

and scoop out bowls for fans with their

Awards and Name’s Ladle.

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Science Fiction. Portals to my dreams