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Author Kevin Michael Kappler

Welcome to The Poetry Portal. A small sample of the artistic words of Kevin Michael Kappler.

   I have been writing poetry, short stories, and simple music compositions since I was 10 years old.

        Featured on Facebook,Hellopoetry,Tumblr,Wordpress,and Myspace - I wanted for a social experience to be more than such. I wanted to share creativity and present some charm.

People could really "feel" through my "words" what point I was at in that day. Not just a dull photo,wording,or re-posted saying. I wanted something that I could "call my own" to be seen there, n these social sites, so others might also know that I understand where they are coming from, as well. On any given day. "Creative" meets "ordinary."

     I was never trying to promote myself on these sites, I just wanted to express myself. In an original and provocative manner. I know I left an everlasting impression on my friend's lives as I connect to great people on other sites.

      I become inspired by everything. Photos,words,a simple conversation here in public. Anytime, anywhere.  Just as mentioned by "Eminem" in "8 Mile" (One Of My Inspirations and also favorite rap artists, "I always carried around a notepad and a pencil. Cause, you never know where or when one might feel a rap coming on." 

   Just like my favorite rap rhyming artist, "B-Rabbit/Slim Shady," I take a phone, computer, or a pencil and paper along with me. Because just like his rap songs, I too love to rhyme. Who knows. Maybe one day you shall here the "Kayeman" slice 'da beats.

     


 
 

Welcome to lorum ipsum










My Mind's Eye

A Poetic Exploration of

The Human Heart.












Written By Kevin Michael Kappler

This Book Is Dedicated to My Friends Jim Sutrina, Robin Gray, and My Many Supporters on Facebook, Tumblr, and Jango.

This book is also dedicated to my late mother and father Kelly and Sandra Kappler. Blessings to both of you for bringing me up right. Telling me never to give up.






All poems in this chapbook are printed by permission of the author(s).


© 2016 Kevin Michael Kappler

P.O Box 493 Bloomingdale, Il. 60108


Beauty In Movement


By Kevin Michael Kappler


The world is a mysterious place.
So much to see...so little time in which to see it.
Looking up into the skies...The moment strikes me.
I see the messages of invitation that the unknown plains
have called out to me.

I have had a long life...Yet, I have a lot longer yet to live.
Now it is time for me to travel to see what this world has yet to give...

In sights and faces
People and places
Monuments and Music....
It is the force of true magic.

I take a deep sigh and come back down to Earth.
I become part of the current moment and then think
"Let's start this beauty in movement."



Be Back Later


By Kevin Michael Kappler

Add another tick of a clock
A moment has been lived.
Measured in Father Time's hourglass
we have only so much sand that he can hold for us..
Tick Tock
Enjoy the best out of each moment...toasting to a wine glass
Memories held to the passing of time
Here it goes..the true earned dime...
Nothing Fancy.....
A black and white storybook...a few items earned..
Days lived...lessons learned.

Stories that live on in my mind.
For my soul to to enjoy.

Now a newer moment to live..
I'll be back later.
When the moments ahead
Bring me more stories....to share
from my artistic heart.... my all I give.

Advice?


By Kevin Michael Kappler



I put my all into loving you
After such an empty glance
Some cheap advice from a someone
who already had that someone, too.

I've done my work and have been exercised by the time.
No more advice
Just your hug.....
from someone who finally knows and loves this big lug.


A Journey



By Kevin Michael Kappler


Stars mark the maps of the Earth
Creative and “Sparkling Artistic Markers” to remind us
Of Our Point in a Journey.
Where to go to gain fresher rewards
To find beings to walk with on a huge Earth.
towards a reward of hard work and earned friendships
Possible loving partners
As well as a family crest created to mark “the beginning” of a well working partnership.
Family, acquaintances, and blessed children
Who shine forth our legacy
well after we enter to the next world.
Ending a story
such is a life...
from start to end
The legends are reborn
The cover never closes as generations continue
writing the stories of a fresher legend
which shines forever...using the maps lined by the upper spaces
Human Inventions that are laid to rest as we sleep in our beds.
After walking, seeking, and earning a well written definition
of one's life that is a story
From the cover, to start, to finish, and then added by his additions...
Man and women walk down new found paths
looking up at the night's bright stars
that brings us where we need to go...
And mark us as a well traveled beauty
that all of us clearly are.



A New Season


by Author’s Name




Back on my feet
After I was knocked onto my back.
Minutes in life, that I was losing out on success,
Never opening my eyes to the light’s warmth.
An insomniac… I was up late every night.
Repeating my sorrows like a broken record
Continuously skipping
over steps to go “too far too soon..”
My soul only burned in unneeded anger
As the devil’s demons sang defeat’s chorus
To my depressing tone and swooned.
I at last heard a faint calling….
Into a free part of my soul
Which wasn’t locked up.
A calling to a brighter age
A fresher story
To an unread page…
A new song from life’s chorus book is being sung..
The brighter parties sing the back-ups……
A unique and free individual, now, my tone to
Spring….. A season has sprung.


A Shoddy Imitation


by Author’s Name


Life brings forth an energy that fuels our souls.
Racing down roads
Flying through skies
The finish line of a race is the paid tolls..
The plot of a story in the role of an actor..
A bitter ending to a struggle to beat some greater limitations..
Makes one an original…
To never become jagged at the edges..
Dancing in the shadows of others..
as a “cheap” and “shoddy” Imitation.



Chicken Soup For A Broken Soul


By Kevin Michael Kappler

A hole in my heart was plugged by an iceberg.
A portion of my soul leaked through the lack of solid grounds…
The connections lost
I run from the dangers
Caused by the reeper’s death hounds.
Pieces of me reconstructed along my travels..
A puzzle completed
as the insanity unraveled.
The kind souls whom I met along my way
lit the fire that opened my heart to a warmer day.
Open to the world
The juices of promise filled the empty spaces of my soul…
The “Chicken Soup” for a broken soul.




Coffee



By Kevin Michael Kappler




My heart sings a song that is oh so profound.
Shouting colorful beams of energies that sweeten my soul
They are added to my coffee cup after I brew the grounds.

A few sips... after the creams of accomplishment are added
Signals power up my once slow and foggy mind.

Leaving me open to bigger and more complex of delightful moments...

Contents
Ingredients in my life's java
hype my rhythm and add dance steps to the foggiest of moments in my life.

Such brew of Coffee I savior every morning.
Which brand I drink never costs me a cent.



Deep Loving Streams


by Author’s Name


Deep Loving Streams
Coyotes howl in the moonlight
The sands of time weigh in grams
The weight of the good times
Holding close to one another….
Such are the most beautiful of sights.
The fresh breeze upon our bodies
the sparkle of feeling in your eyes..
From our hearts..heat of sweet devotions
weld us permanently into
ever-afters
paradise lined skies.
Even when you and I are not physically as one….
In dreams…
Astral Plains we travel…
In waking hours… a smile shows…
As we live, forever. Forever in deep loving destination river streams..




Despairs Tides


by Author’s Name

The noose tightens
Around my emotional neck.
When the chair is knocked from under the weight of my emotional trauma
Only the moment can define when to deem me as “a wreck.”
As I suffocate from the lack of people who deem me as "Worthy"
and even bother to "stick around....."
I scream inside....
As I am darkness bound.
I have been fighting myself for so long..
Due to the lack of returned emotions..


Now here I swim against and have started drowning in fear's ocean.
Would anyone notice to pull me out of despair's water?
Or should I be able to do that myself?
When there are no tools left on my “heart's shelf?”
Should I drown out all colorful emotional parts of my soul?
To be what everyone expected?
When their hateful words and lack of warmth took their tolls.
As I try to keep doggy-paddling against despair's tides.



Empty Lot


By Kevin Michael Kappler



Over and over again they tell you that they "care. “

A few misguided or untruthful words
leave another spot that is vacant there.
Sometimes the heart can only take so many people leaving
until it freezes and trusts no longer.


Why do you stay with someone?
Why would you care?
How would you affect them if you just left them there ?
Would this breaking heart become any stronger?
Money becomes a factor.
Respect becomes thin.
Why should I give up and let the soul suckers win?
So I stay strong, out of need, and look for another to fill the spot
that the last false friend drove off and left me an empty lot.


Fall


by Kevin Michael Kappler

Leaves change their colors
Signaling the change to fall.
Animals prepare for the change to winter.
Cold winds push back the heat of the summer sun
As we turn back our clocks to shorter days.
Some costumes on Halloween
A huge turkey carved in celebration of Thanksgiving
Such marks the colorful season called Fall.



Flying Fortress


By Kevin Michael Kappler



Shattered windows that I have begun to replace
Reinforcing the weak portions of my battered soul
as I race through waves of conflict which tear my mind
In travels called "Life's Stroll."

I've taken my blows and the medicine to heal the wounds..
To stand up and break the shackles of past's memories torment
Is a sweet delight to a sunny end to these mortal ruins.

Standing taller
Never kneeling to the dark one's commands
I sail a battle ship.... a plane shooting across the planes
of positive space.

You may take advantage of my kind nature
You may think your actions have "cashed" you in.
Prizes shall be mine.
Success in a dark storm that becomes bright...

As this flying fortress dances in its ongoing flight.



I'm Crazy Alice In wonderland


BY Kevin Michael Kappler



Another world
Inside of my head
I roam freely here.
Alice In Wonderland.
I ate the cakes.. I got bigger
I stomped the queen
I pulled The trigger
A mad hatter
To watch the Flower’s tears
splatter.
With a smile and a “Howdy Do”
I looked back to the thrill
In wonderland
World War three
I enjoyed each kill.
My true spirit smacked my face
to put this demon in it’s place
I cleaned up the bloody shower
Handed each thought’s grave
a flower
I ran to the white queen
She was glad
This Alice had decided to leave
Her twisted and lost wonderland.


In Love's First Sight


By Kevin Michael Kappler



When I first glanced into your eyes
I saw visions of hope
The beauty, from your big and true soul, in which my love relies upon
The strength from the fires of your desire to be beside me.
Your love has made me braver
In which my strength now makes me free.
Entwined hearts like ivy vines in a vineyard
We are an intoxicating wine
In which one drinks and enjoys blissful drunken moments
Letting desire run wild
Hot and true
I feel your spirit mold my soul
Into something less meek and mild.
Now we dance to the beat of our loving hearts
Forever true and strongly fused, together..
We are always in the Garden of Eve, forever
Now that our need,for each other
Takes us over....right from one another in first sight.


In This Land


By Kevin Michael Kappler



In this Land
Of Cool Breezes, The Different Faces of our Neighbor,
Waters felt running across the feet in a small flowing river….
Blessings are Counted.
Beautiful words that we value and share
Exchange of ideas between us and those around us with nowhere to go but up…
These Are the blessings of America.
As the liberty flag waves proudly for all to see
As Lady Liberty holds proudly the welcome to all who care to visit
This beautiful and free land
The weights of their once felt shackles are felt as they release the new

to mingle with the old in this Nation of the free.
America the Beautiful, standing together as one brave nation….
A power that exceeds all known or thought of limitations…
This “Giant..” always welcomes as the “Bear” that
we have proudly have become in spirit, we defend and honor one another…Each passing day.
In beauty for all and respect to all who visit our borders.

Little Flamer


By Kevin Michael Kappler






She was born from a spark called "The Little Flamer."

An Obsessed Organization of Science thought that they could tame her.

Wrong they were. The burns started to hurt.

The pockets of the public paying for answers

To lies of aa Mental Medicine Breakthrough

Which Lead All Who Created it to ashes and Dirt.

Her Dad tried to keep her safe, "His Little Flamer."

Forced apart by The Government for their bidding

Took a mother to her grave and a father to his ending.

Now she must finish what they had started.

A drug on test shelves. At a small town University.

No student wants this "Psyche-High"

Not even the heaviest in Druggie Sororities.

The smoke remains and the smell of fear.

She lights the match which is her mind.

"Little Flamer" has shown those "Evil Think Tanks"

How melted torture leads to an unbreakable spine which it did bind.

Together in a swift and blurred moment.

There she goes.

"The Little Flamer" goes to her future.

No more chasing....From those Who Thirst For Mental Warfare...

The twisted plot of creating weapons of the mind...

Lies in ashes as she wipes tears from the force that came

from the same kind.

"I did it for you,Daddy." She exclaimed as The Rainbird Can never fly again.

She protects those who are haunted by genetic's and their unchosen paths....

By the "Bigger Minds" that brought the chemicals through the parent's veins.

Now the records are in vaults as the government seals it with

the blood of a fallen strain...

Of a new hu"man-kind...?"

That was the notion. Evolution Forced too quickly.

Now "The Little Flamer" shall force Them to Bide by her

terms and the heart from endearment of moments of the same kind.

Flashes Back to moments. Now smoking History.

"Little Flamer" has brought peace to all of the fallen Souls

Locked in her heart's memory.

Lost


By Kevin Michael Kapplere


I fear my mind is ready to explode
I know that "I shouldn't try too hard"
However, running out of time turns one into a rabbit from a toad.
I want so badly just to see people have what they need. What I need.
The harder I try the harder I fall
The repeat of this insane process stops
When I shed a tear and merely hope to get through it all.
Others make getting through tough times of poverty and despair look so easy.
It isn't. Just Their act.
To avoid facing the truer facts...
I intend to make it.
I never feel sorry for myself and just , in despair's chair, sit.
Behind the scenes I work until I'm on my knees or someone else is gone.
I've got to be stronger.... I need to take a deep breath...
At least another moment has been successfully gotten through.....
Now all I need to do is find another "right way" in which to reach success.
It's times like these, when I truly need to struggle with you.

Memorial Day


By Kevin Michael Kappler

The bright messages from our history
Echoes in time from our ancestral souls
Words Spoken to invite us to show them
"Thanks.."
Even after the passing of time..
We have to take notice of this Fresh and New "Memorial Day.."
In history's books
Rare treasures remain.
Now it's time to write this new "History"
In our "Memory's" Books.






Music Stand


By Kevin Michael Kappler

A voice echoes
From a radio in the halls

Memories visited
As one day dreams
A blissful noise echoes off
The walls.

Screams and scenes
Love and hate
Are such stories
In musicians languages
In which we relate.

Fly through blue skies
Natural highs

On a bird’s wing
Let his energy ring.

The end of this song
Ends this dream
To be revisited
Turning on this little black box
Ice cream
And sweetness reign in
A heart
Stands strong.




A Place To Be


By Kevin Michael Kappler





A place to be

Not just A place to stay

Safe. Whole Not A temporary space

To fill. Can tragedy not come out to play?

I’m sick of being the ghost.

Only the haunts of the me once

Being left there

As this space shall stare

Future occupants

From the past here

To this temp’s move

Shall be

For a place to be A place to be. Free

To Be Me.





The Brighter Battle


By Kevin Michael Kappler



We built a team

We are the Warriors in the battle for a brighter life.

Through the hardest of times

Through the easiest of times

We fought bravely together.

Never leaving the battle when we thought the odds were heaviest against us.

In times, we had our own lone pathways to follow. However, we were always returning to the team.

Promises kept to honor, respect, and to care for one other’s well beings. We grew in strength. Defeating

those who wished to never even try to understand us. Those who tried to weigh us down. Greed, lust,

and the lost minds were our adversaries. Earning peace, love, kinship, and the spoils of being true..

Throughout the test of times. we grow, still. Stronger in souls, our friendships, and glowing in promise to

those around us.

In this moral and materialistic world, we have won the true gift in this war. This trying time; the true

prizes: Family.

Peace. Honor. The brighter future of a darker world... Marks the great today, through the many

tomorrows in which we battle the pathways to a brighter future.





Seeing The World In Colors


By Kevin Michael Kappler




Black and Gray

Red and Gold

These are all colors

In our eyes for our minds to mold.

Seeing the new

Colors that fill totally new landscapes

Can change the painting

That we call life’s “view.”

After taking in the newest of

Painter’s “color stains”

Upon my blank canvas

Are The newest of colors

Brushed upon canvas viewing plains. Such Design is a newer soul A Painting Displayed from within the

gallery of Life Memory’s hallways in which we stroll. Portraits Are painted moments In life’s experienced

pains...

gallery halls in which we place Monumental gifts given as we travel through life’s colorful astral planes.







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