Rooftop Poetry Club - Kevin Kaminski

Kevin Kaminski

Bio:
Kevin Kaminski is an Honors Program student at Buffalo State College. Kevin is a Buffalo State as a Secondary English Education major, and plans on getting his masters in education and administration. His poetry has been published in Teen INK, which is a national literary magazine for teens. Kevin also plays the djembe in a band called "Searchlife" and enjoys playing open mics around the city.

Poems:

The Dolls Held No Religion

And this, your doll house America,
Where everyone's not sane,
And coming fast to sell the cure,
There's always medicine for the brain,
Now dream away as all children do,
Making certain to act the same,
Because all the dolls that are fighting here,
Are fighting for the pain,
And to imagine a tiny figurine,
To portray the role of you,
You play the part and hope it lasts,
Though, what if you had to start anew?
See your dollhouse smashed to kindling,
Allowing for a different point of view,
To see the doll house as a ball and chain,
As you struggle, not knowing what to do,
Now many things you see you didn't need,
But the Television lured you in,
Giving you hopes and selling you dreams,
Preying on your aptitude for sin,
And they hand out your forgiveness,
As if to make all things amends,
Stringing their lies across the sky,
But, you cannot trust the wind,
And the Televisions always screamed so loud,
Until the screaming was in your head,
And everything you could ever try to say,
Would be something that they've said,
A lie they whispered in your ear,
While dreams danced about your bed,
Taunting you with desires you never found,
Left with an empty dollhouse in the end.

Christmas Children

It's holiday time in Christmas town,
As the poor children huddle against the ground,
No cheer for them, no warming smile,
They've already been here for a while.
Silver bells are nowhere here,
The winter breath ignites its fear,
Huddled against the freezing earth,
No compassion from the winter's hurt

Here drinking from the gutter's sweet,
The warmness of this trough's disease,
And nowhere are there songs of joy,
No laughter from any girl or boy.
And Santa Claus has never seen,
A Christmas pageant so obscene,
With out candy canes or mistletoe,
A Christmas no child should ever know.

Winter strips the warmth of heart,
Winds shake rafters tearing dreams apart,
And freezing rain like bullets fall,
Upon the skin; no roof to stall,
With no sweet dreams and no good nights,
Death infiltrates like Christmas lights,
And the star upon this Christmas Eve,
Is that these Christmas children still believe..