Quick Start Guide

Nobody tells you
That all the rules they give you to follow
Are only meant for you and not them
They’re meant to be sandbags to
Keep you from getting ahead or
Becoming happy

You only find this out when you see them
Bragging about how they got something
Only because they were brave enough
To say to hell with the rules

Nobody warns you that the people
Who were supposed to protect you and
Care for you more than anyone else
Will often go to the most extreme lengths
To crush your spirit

It’d be nice if someone would tell you
Ahead of time that some of the things
You felt most confident about
Would turn out to be your
Biggest mistakes

And some of the things you put off
Because of how much they terrified you
Would be the best things you ever did

There’s no owner’s manual that
Gives you a heads up about your friends
How some of them are actually
Enemies in disguise
And others, others will be so dear to you
That you will weep from missing them
Long after they are dead
Or simply drift out of your life

If you knew this, you’d punch the
First group in the face
The very next time you saw them

And the second group, you would
Throw your arms around them
And squeeze them tight and tell them
That they’re the most important people
On the face of the earth
You wouldn’t let go until you were
Certain that they knew how much
You loved them

But in all fairness, no one is able
To accurately tell you who will betray you
So you just love all of them like that
Until you learn who is actually who

Nobody prepares you for the boredom
Of that great new job you landed

Nobody explains why animals
Are more full of love than people;
Except for those genuine friends
We already mentioned

But it doesn’t take long to
Discover these things
If you’re reasonably intelligent
And paying attention

You will find yourself a job
That you can tolerate well enough

You will surround yourself with
A very small handful of those
Genuinely good people and
Keep them as friends, always

Nobody tells you in advance,
The things that turn you on in private
They aren’t actually wrong,
Even though everyone says they are

As long as you only do those things
With the people who genuinely want
To do them with you

If you are exceptionally wise,
You will completely ignore
Absolutely every single thing
That any other person ever tells you
About who, how, when, where, and why,
When it comes to how you go about
Loving another person

Because none of those people
Actually want you to have love

They don’t want to see you giving love
To anyone else, either

They want to see you miserable,
So they can feel better about
Their misery

The only instruction you really need is
Something you already understand:
Don’t do anything that you know
Would break the heart of the person
You love

Even if you are positive that they will
Never find out about it

Unless you are brainless,
You will quickly discover the value
Of animals as friends, and
The benefits of talking to small children
As if they were already adults,
Treating them with respect
And kindness

And you will cut the throat of
Anyone who messes with your
Loved ones, especially if you are
Lucky enough to have that
Very special someone,
Because most people never
Get one of those, because they pursue
Money, prestige, looks, power, and
Cheap thrills, instead

And you will strangle the life out of
Anyone who hurts your friends;
The good ones, that is

Because the bad ones,
You might strangle them, yourself

And you will put a bullet
Through the heads of anyone
Who hurts children or animals

But you cannot save the whole world

This world is a hell,
Broken and irreparable

You are only one person,
And you will go mad
Trying to prevent the infinite,
Torrential, immeasurable
Slew of evil
That befalls all those who dwell
In this miserable, haunted place

So, everyone else…

Fuck ‘em

They’re all
On their own


©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell

Wolfish

They’ll tell you that you can do better, but you can’t

They’ll tell you that
You can do better,
But you can’t

You’ll think that
You can do better,
But you won’t

It isn’t about “settling”

Thinking of it that way
Is foolish

The trick to winning is simply
Understanding
What the finish line
Actually looks like

There is no
Everything
To be had

There is only the
Possibility
Of having someone ⠀
Who you can feel
Reasonably good about
Devoting yourself to

It’s Not about
Who will be
Devoted to
you

But who
YOU
Devote
yourself to

Every single person
You will ever encounter
Is batshit crazy

We’re all
Troubled
Flawed
Neurotic
Selfish
Broken
Angry
Boring
Insecure
Difficult
Gross

All of these things,
In one way or another

They reveal themselves
After enough time
And stress

Relationships
Are not about
Butterflies and
Romance

They’re about
Who you’re grateful
To have in your corner…

When the wolves
Are at your door

It’s about who you can
Stand to be around
When you’re at your lowest

When you’re seething with rage

When you’re working on
Something important

When you’re happy, sad,
Sick, hungry, horny

When you feel like you
Need to be invisible,
Or need to be seen

It was never
About what
You can have

It has always been
About what
You can give

And that
Is why
Very few people
These days
Are even halfway
Happy

If you find someone
Who you feel safe with,
Who makes you laugh

If you’re pretty sure they’re
Doing their best to keep you,
Trying to make you happy,
And you’re fairly certain
They’re not going to leave you

If you can make each other cum

If the way that they
Challenge you
To be at your best
Makes you feel even
1% more confident
That you can
Be your best

Then go look in the mirror
And promise yourself
That you’ll never leave,
Even after you go crazy,
Believing that you must leave

Because sooner or later,
You’ll do exactly that

You’ll talk yourself into ⠀
Doing something stupid ⠀
⠀
It’s what everyone does

It’s why everyone is unhappy

But if you’re smart,
You’ll sit tight and
Wait for it to pass

You will never cheat,
Not even once

Not even that little thing
That’s not technically cheating,
Except that it is, and you know it

If they smile
Because of you

And you smile
Because of them

Stop looking.
You’re done.
You’ve already won.

The grass
On the other side
Of the fence
Is on fire

Butterflies go away

Boring
Is good

A good partner
Regulates your
Nervous system

They don’t keep you
Spinning

People selfishly
Running around
Chasing their
Dopamine fix

Looking for a
Soulmate, a Twin Flame

What fucking asinine terms
Bedtime stories for children

Everyone is busy
Shopping for that
Special someone

THE ONE
Who excites them
The most

If they were smart,
They’d be
Selecting for
The person who
Bothers them
The least

Don’t look for the someone
Who ignites your passion
Twenty-four/seven

That motherfucker
Doesn’t exist

If they do,
There should be a
Warning label
On their forehead

Not the someone
Who gives you
The most

But the
Someone
Who ignites
Your desire
To give,
To Serve
To be selfless for

That’s the one
Who you’ll
Follow into hell
And come out
Smiling

Oh,
By the
Way

The wolves
Said to
Tell you
Hello

They said
They’ll be
Dropping by
To see you
Very soon


©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell

Stand Trial

I do not deserve the swift, easy dying
I should go out suffering, cursing, weeping
No gentle slip into long, peaceful sleeping

I deserve harshness, for there is no denying
I’ve done terrible things, things all too horrid
Covetous, vengeful, hateful, and torrid

I’d get no comforts from friends or family
A slow, painful demise; lots of time to think
It’s too good for me, the “gone in a blink”

For my legacy is ugly, a shameful homily
A sad sack of blood and bones; all gone bad
A sour brain on a stick, and a soul, quite mad

I got in a little goodness, here and there
But these brief occasions, they came and went
In truth, half of them were by accident

I failed to be of use, and even less, to care
And, squeezing in the rare, unselfish act
Does not grant one release from a devil’s pact

Less honorable by the day, I should’ve quit
And yet, I’ve persisted, doing more and more
With sins innumerable; I cannot keep score

And yet, upon pondering, I must admit
As bad as I am, I can’t conceive; it’s true
What would be a fair and just fate for you

While I do not go in for all that silly stuff
Political yarns of heaven, hell, and purgatory
The guilt-tripping duress of bedtime story

Absolutes, ethics, and morals… all but a bluff
Inventions for feeling better about ourselves
But our deeds will not go back on the shelves

We could keep debating until all cows return
Where, who, or what made our foul kingdom
Whether it’s intelligent, impelled, or random

Bickering fictions; eternal bliss, or to burn
Regardless, one point is impossible to miss
And, try as we might, there’s no escaping this

Wherever we go, from wherever we came
We’re here while we’re here; as all the others
Failure is in failing our sisters and brothers

Allowing them to suffer, passing the blame
Holier-than-thou, and treating them as less;
The only real sin we’d ever need to confess

Fail or succeed, by any standard you choose
Any yardstick or metric of money or power
Cruelty and apathy are a waste of the hour

A precious moment, we soon enough lose
I should die kicking and screaming, it’s true
If I’m honest about things that I failed to do

A thousand missed kindnesses; this, I know
Things I could’ve done to ease pain or fear
Looking out for myself, covering my rear

I know what I deserve, and how I should go
I can’t say for certain if you’re bad or good
If you lift up others, or do as you should

Most of us will admit, once, we were wrong
Careful to leave out the details of those cases
The omission shows guilt, egg on our faces

We try to appear sweet, covering our tracks
But, I know what I’ve done, I cannot get away
From knowledge of things I did do, and say

Slander, both overt and behind people’s backs
All the times I chose, the other way to look
The times I was a liar, a scoundrel, a crook

Criminally negligent, someone should stop us
More awful by the hour, delusion and fantasy
Thinking self noble, in all of self’s infancy

I should suffer, if there’s a god, or any justice
I’ve got it coming; the blade shouldn’t swerve
But, I’ve still no idea about what you deserve


©2022 Kevin Trent Boswell

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Coming Soon

A new album from Trent Boswell, Area 25

Area 25 - music by Trent Boswell
Coming Soon – Area 25 -new music from Trent Boswell

Cover art by the elusive Mr. Dorian Strange.

Area 25 – a witch’s brew; 12 original pieces of rock and roll, hard rock, and funk. It’s a psychedelic concoction of madness, lifted from the purse of Venus, pilfered from the wallet of Apollo, and heisted from Jupiter’s garage.

It will be available on all the major streaming services, like Apple Music, Deezer, Amazon Music, Spotify, YouTube Music, and many more.

A preview from Area 25

The Crockpot Cartel

This was a refreshingly positive experience. With every post I make on Instagram, I get hit up multiple times for paid promotions. It’s always a sleazy approach like “I love your stuff! Let’s work together!” even though you know they sent that message so fast, they couldn’t possibly have listened to the song.

This guy Bobby asked me on TikTok if he could review me on his show tonight. I said yes, but I was thinking, “Wait for it… he’s going to hit me with a dollar amount, a pay-to-play thing.” I don’t do those. But he didn’t ask for anything. He’s got a pretty intelligent approach to it, he offers pay-to-play, but also gives free plays and reviews, no questions asked.

A spin and review on The Crockpot Cartel Show

He played a few minutes of my song (the format is that each song gets roughly two minutes, so he can fit more into the show). He gave some kind feedback on it and all he asks is that viewers stay active in the chats, giving ratings for each song (he uses a 1-1,000 rating scale). Even though most of what got played was either hip hop or rap, he stayed open to other genres. My music is really different from everything else I heard tonight, but he gave it equal time and thoughtful consideration.

In the chats, it looks like people rated my tune anywhere from 600 to 1,000 with an average of maybe 800 or 900. One person said 2,000 but that’s not inside the range you’re supposed to use 🤷‍♂️🙃

I was pleased, especially since most of the people there were making hip hop music. He asked everyone to add constructive criticism to any songs that they rated low, and said no hating on anyone. The overall thing was a nice surprise for sure.


You can catch his show and submit your music for consideration at: Bobby Everything


New Album on June 8th

June 8th release date

This album has the song on it that was reviewed in the show. The song is called “White Elephant.” You can watch the full video here:

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good dog

i need to run
pleeze set me loose
to run in the yard
i am a good dog
im not too bryte
you beat me but its ok
i was bad
i still love you
i takes cares of you bestest i can
i wrap my teefs around the bones
of any bad peoples trys to harm you
i rip the balls off anybody
tries to hurt you
ill live on one meal a week
its ok
i dont need no mental stima-lashuns
i dont know what dem things is
no persunal space
them are just words
i dont know what thems mean
anyway
i will lick your feet
you will be happy
i will be happy
i dont need no time
time dont ezist for me
ezept when you gos away
then i am a very sad
if i had hands i would
clean up my poop
so you wouldnt
have to stoop down and do it
becuz its beneath you
it must be beneath you
becuz you dont do it much
as littel as possibal
i wish i could do it for you
i dont need nuthin
i wantz to run in sercals for you
make you laff
beg fer your attenshunz
pleeze may i do tricks for you
lick your face
you snatch me up
scruff of my neck
i dont make no fuss
yor the boss
i deserve to be choked
you warned me last time
i already learn that lesson
wounds almost healed up now
its ok
it was my fault
i will not be bad no more
sorry i interupted
your favrit show
with my dumb stuff
my thirsties
my hungerz
me bein chokd on the chain
around my neck
i was just bein selfish
i sorry
i do better next time
pet me pleeze
i love you


©2022 Kevin Trent Boswell

From the book remission

remission, by Kevin Trent Boswell
remission, by Kevin Trent Boswell
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my friends

good morning, all you beautiful people
you lovely, angelic folks i call friend
i want you to know that i’m thinking of you
though fiery days, together, do blend

whirling quick, down the drain of time
not seeing your faces, hearing your voices
distance and schedules demand this of us
circumstance offering no other choices

i want to take this brief opportunity
to say that you still mean a great deal to me
i’d rather that we were conversing, laughing
than where and how we happen to be

more often now, do i have these thoughts
since all appears to be coming apart
the wretched state of things all around us…
i think of you, how i miss your heart

each moment is truly a blessing, unique
neither taken for granted nor guaranteed
i’d pray for you to have happiness, joy
if i thought it helpful to request or plead

but alas, our time on the big, blue marble
ephemeral, flickering, fleeting, concise
disappears quickly, precious little warning
like a glass of sunsets, smiles and ice

tumbler, carelessly knocked from our hands
by a stupid stranger, passing by in a roar
an ignorant ogre with a love of wealth
a disdain of beauty and a love for war

beastly creatures, not one, but many
loving too much, to climb and to fall
punching holes in our collective boat
though surely it sinks and dooms us all

the cup of this world, spills over with promise
wonders of nature, so much opportunity
carelessly ruined by the madness of kings
who with stolen gold, kill with impunity

we, being lovers of kindness and good
seeing their greed, the destruction it brings
it hurts our hearts, we sigh and conclude
“i guess that we just can’t have nice things”

as we watch them ripping it all into pieces
everything beautiful, too soon to die
i want you to know how much i love you
i’d hate if the chance were to slip idly by

i want to tell you that you’re all in my heart
and in my thoughts, your memories glow
i’d not forgive myself if i wasted
the opportunity to let each of you know

just over the horizon, a banshee wails
as we near the welkin, do smile, once more
i’ll be thinking of you, as we take that step
through the long, strange and endless door


©2022 Kevin Trent Boswell

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The poetry of Kevin Trent Boswell
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