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Firing Squad

Take it away Right now—see here…look here Run into the light where one shadow casts an intent, lowly eye Into the very heart of the storm, the words fall with might You see a word and take sail as doubt and understanding foretell A heartfelt message meant to destroy all that behold Look here! Crush the thoughts that bind you The past that releases shards….murders of ravens Pecking infidelity into your weakened visions Forcing you to turn the other way and not listen NOT listen To the sounds of vibrant declaration driven from the blood of the lost To the taste of defeat lathered in pride for the slowly dying sun To the pinch of the skin upon the tethered limbs Squeezing the wrists holding the ink Releasing…releasing The very blood that drives it! That mind—how burdensome to the mass! Crawling about for purpose Searching—the best for last! Firing squad! Gone— Sniveling snobs of insipient tact—obsessed with some artillery pact Marveling at what sophisticated solidity can do to drive down a life Move a herd of scared animals across a wasteland desired Bile like the water source held back for the more important Sniveling sad, chauvinist snouts tracing the secular age of rot Eating everything they got Wishing for what the sad ones hold on to The only thing that keeps that eye dry Take it away and words go awry In chaotic monotony Barging in matrimony Forcing the impaired to repair Kindling a fire already put out by your thoughtless glare Curse this burdensome mind of the masses! Curse the unpainted lines that omit from my very lips! As I read every scourging fire bolt out All one sees is the words protruding out From a heart so bitter by bitter alone Trusting in the meter, the rhyme, the tone! I left the earth too far to return! Fresh! Lowly, but fresh! Immanent in high regard TO THE OPPRESSED Take it away Right now—see here…look here Run into the light where one shadow casts an intent, lowly eye Into the very heart of the storm, the words fall with might A burdened firing squad faced a mirror And shot blindly Through fear

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Darren Watson

Date: 1/30/2014 10:13:00 AM

I can pop in a car and be in Bronte country in about ten minutes , Five minutes after that I can start to feel the things that inspired them . Robert W Birch is inspirational for a whole different set of reasons , As are Byron or Shelley. Anyone that can produce something that ensnares a mind has a special talent . This poem has set me thinking . Thank you.

Justin Bordner

Date: 1/29/2014 3:11:00 PM

A complicated composition Laura, strategic feelings and messages in this, for me at least - this is like a new form of Poetry, and it is bold - " The past that releases, shards, murders of ravens..." sharp imagery! J.A.B.

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 1/29/2014 6:45:00 PM

Thanks, Justin. (: I appreciate what you point out. Glad to have you read it. Keep writing my friend, you're amazing. ~Laura

Poet Tacito

Date: 1/28/2014 8:31:00 AM

Such visceral intensity. "Curse the unpainted lines", indeed! Very, very hard hitting. You create that impact like no other.

Poet Tacito
Date: 1/28/2014 6:54:00 PM

Just being me. :) You're very welcome.

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 1/28/2014 6:52:00 PM

Thanks, Drake. You're sweet to read and comment on my work. Hope all is well. Have a great week. ~Laura