Poet’S Pain

By Kirk C. Olson

In his second collection, we delve deeper into the mind of poet Kirk Olson.

My heart in a realm of pain, Mind in a realm of insanity, Facade of deep darkness is Concealed by my poetry. From Insomniacs

Olson uses language to create a lyrical exploration of love, mortality, fantasy, and madness. His poems are organic and alive, his voice honest, his style open and engaging.

If I lost my sight, The last thing I would want to see Is your smile, Reminding me Of how beautiful the world can be. From Losses

He deals with subjects currently affecting humanity, including cancer, mental illness, financial ruin, alcoholism, and cyber-bullying. In each poem, pain is a raw and visceral reminder of lifes intensity, each exposing a searing and abrasive hurt.

Return to your nightmares, and Wake up when you find me there. Call me in your daydreams; Ill whisper horror in your ear. From Dreams of Despair

Humanitys innate empathy and strength to overcome despair is a theme woven throughout the collection. Olson has a clear understanding of what it means to carry on.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Nov 18, 2014
• ISBN: 9781491751695

Kirk C. Olson

Kirk C. Olson, the author of Moral Compass: Poems from the Head, Heart, and Tears of a Tormented Soul (2010), graduated from Stonehill College in Massachusetts with a bachelor of arts degree in philosophy. His passion remains heavy metal music. He lives in Massachusetts.

Book preview

Love Recycled

With me, could you live

In a mansion? In a cave?

Every moment cherished,

Knowing nothing could be saved?

I learned everything is disposable

As a philosophical fledgling,

One memory with you

A million times recycling.

We are not saints,

We are not saviors.

Questioning again:

Would love change our behaviors?

Hearts pounding so intensely

In some lives it takes a year.

Love is a countdown to indifference;

In others it’s a lifetime of despair.

Tears remembered in reverse

End up waiting in your eye;

Rain reversed dries the earth,

As the drops jump into the sky.

Your smile creates euphoria,

Pure expression of happiness,

Just the memory I choose to savor

In my endless loop of loneliness.

Pink Ribbons for Chick

The First Annual Event—

Wouldn’t the second

Be a gathering

We’d like to prevent?

Wouldn’t it be great

To have to cancel it next year?

That’s the goal, that’s the hope:

Someone answer our prayer.

United friends and strangers here,

Everybody holding back a tear.

Respect for the cause, resolve to make this fun,

Everyone thinking of a loved one.

Some battles have been won,

Some losses inspired insights.

We will stand behind those

Just beginning their fights.

We see the joy,

We see the