The Life of a Bullet

The Life of a Bullet


It is a slumbering coffin
There comfortably nestled in its darkest chamber
Dreaming of trigger happy
Reeking of gunpowder

All its intent to hammer and burnt projectile
Its song
A screeched whistle of
Real smoke lung
Explodes
Barreled out to flight

Its song
A wailing calamity
Of broken sound barriers
Until reaching the sickening
THUCK 
Of its crescendo

The life of a bullet

Charges bolt
Crack demon of blood
Flesh to devour by velocity
The life target
Life ended

Eats its way all the way to the grave
And beyond
Its heart of cold deliverance to death
For a moment in heat
Dreaming of trigger happy
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Al-Riyami Avatar
June 11, 2009 at 2:11 PM
read a poem of mine:someday.My fav line is:she is a bullet in your gun.many dont undesrtand what that means.but it simply is using the metaphor of not knowning what bullet is shot out and what hoel is empty as a way of saying you donno when your life will turn around to soemthing more magnifecnt.
Torres Avatar
June 5, 2009 at 8:43 AM
Colin so true. I finally got a computer and I wanted to check on my friend. It has been a while. I have been busy things are winding down I have a little more time to read and comment. I hope all is well with you Colin and your son and daughter. Love your poetry as always. Will be reading and catching up blessings to you and those you love Michael
Shango Avatar
June 4, 2009 at 8:47 PM
The first verse: ... It is a slumbering coffin There comfortably nestled in its darkest chamber Dreaming of trigger happy Reeking of gunpowder ... explodes like a BULLET to the end. Thanks for your write on my work ... may you enjoy them as I enjoy your friendship, Sir.
Chircop Avatar
June 4, 2009 at 1:59 PM
the life of a bullet--the life target -life ended--a bullet can wound deeply,can kill,bullets of words,bullets of action,bullets of malice,lies all lead to--life ending--creative,i can see deeper than just a bullet and a trigger here--well penned--charma
Megens Avatar
June 4, 2009 at 1:33 PM
well this life is a crazy life many love to live you portrayed it as it is like you said its heart of cold deliverance to death thats enough said thanks for the comments much apprerciated
Goff Avatar
June 4, 2009 at 1:25 PM
geez Colin...I think Remington or HK would pay you for rights to this fine poem of disaster!!! ( a disaster only if your on the receivin' end!!) lotsa fun with this creative write!! Best, Jim
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