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    It’S Never Too Late to Be Famous
    It’S Never Too Late to Be Famous
    It’S Never Too Late to Be Famous
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    It’S Never Too Late to Be Famous

    By Patrick József

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    Thank you, London, for the motivation and energetic encouragement to follow through with this collection of poetic writings. This book is over twenty-five years in the making. Enjoy!
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris US
    Release dateJul 28, 2018
    ISBN9781984543325
    It’S Never Too Late to Be Famous
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    Patrick József

    Patrick Jzsef was born April 30, 1979, in Mount Clemens Michigan. He graduated from Central Michigan University and then Miami International University of Art & Design, deciding to remain in the Sunshine State. Patrick explores many facets of creative expression, including, but not limited to music, art and poetry. His hobbies include climbing trees with his cat, succeeding, dreaming in lucidity and loathing waking up in the morning.

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      It’S Never Too Late to Be Famous - Patrick József

      Copyright © 2018 by Patrick József.

      ISBN:                  Softcover                  978-1-9845-4311-0

                                eBook                       978-1-9845-4332-5

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

      For information contact: http://www.PatrickJoseph.org

      Rev. date: 07/27/2018

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      CONTENTS

      SUBCONSCIOUS

      A Leader Stands Tall,

      It’s Never Too Late to be Famous

      Outside a Walk

      Where Cassandra Lies

      A Bed of Roses

      The Good, the Grand, the Great, the Free

      The Secluded Dale

      Occam’s Razor

      Rust Flakes from Youth

      Time

      Rancorous

      Sans Eyes

      Let the Shadows Swallow Me

      Work Monkey

      Naked Leaf

      The Little Old Granny Who Eats Everything!

      Expiatory Sacrifice for Guilt

      Pipe Dream

      I Am

      Reality Distortion

      Will You Tell Me How Stillness Whispers

      Shallow

      Looking In

      The Sub Rosa Grip

      I’m Confused, I’m Lonely and I’m Hurt

      We Spoil When Psychotic

      Tragic Fate

      A Saddened Man

      Gross Body

      Ground Zero

      I Did Not Feel the Burn

      Beyond the Pale Purple

      Imaginary Being

      8

      The Traveler

      Silent Demons

      As Truth

      One More Nail to Seal My Coffin

      One Leaf

      Dear Buddy,

      Woman

      Silence

      The Branch of Destiny

      Tales I Told

      Watered Red

      Two Sung

      Vision is silence

      The un-Rightful Birth Canal Body

      LOVE

      Somewhere … down the line –

      Pains in Torture of this Silent Last Night

      Congratulations

      To Descant the Love of Two –

      Pathological Love

      Saving Fins

      Cafuné

      Drifting Sun

      The Sweet Farewell

      Together Forever

      Glimmer with Some Streaks of Night

      Purity

      One Kiss

      I Defend Her Light Upon My Sword

      LYRICAL

      The Writer

      Burning Now

      Breathe out the Breath

      Evil Shot Ran Through His Eyes

      Spiders of Manufacture Lines

      Deploy a Manufactured Web of Lies

      Alone Forever

      Escape

      National Anthem

      Running Home

      SUBCONSCIOUS

      Poetry by Patrick József

      A Leader Stands Tall,

      Casting a shadow unto the unconscious. The unconscious awakens as if from slumber and steps into the shadow’s blanket of comfort. No, it is not the leaders light that sets the unconscious free, it is the mind. Individuals give hope to such false prophets in search of this light. And the light’s iconographic state becomes their false sense of praise. The leader’s shadow stands apart from the crowd’s shadow. For if the leader

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