The mind is a weapon,
The pen is a sword.
A mind of aggression,
Can’t be explored.
The mind is a weapon,
The pen is a sword.
A world in depression,
Can’t be ignored.
The mind is a weapon,
The pen is a sword,
A land in transgression
Can’t be restored.
The mind is a weapon
The pen is a sword
A heart of confession,
Can’t be abhorred.
The mind is a weapon
The pen is a sword.
My Spirits profession,
Is knowing My Lord.
I underestimated your potential
To become so very evil
Destroying everyone you meet
It is like you have a fleet
Of bombs in your arsenol
You explode and others fall
Your violence is getting worse
As the bombs inside you burst
All around leaving a wake
Of hurtful souls as you take
A few minutes to recharge
Your a hunter on the large
Searching for anyone
To hunt down just for fun
A sport you like to pursue
Bodies lying around you
No remorse from you at all
Every second you install
Pain in every heart you find
How did you become unkind
Not caring or showing any
Care or love your soul is empty
What happened to make you so
Unhappy you have to show
Only the mean side of you
Not one spark of light shines through
Your words were like weapons
They pierced right through my soul
It's like you had them all picked
From your own arsenal
You started with granades
Blowing up all of my dreams
You called them all nieve
Before turning on me
You launched from the ground
You stood from afar
As they dropped in from high
Leaving little smoking clouds
Than you pulled out the big guns
The ones with lots of rounds
There was shells laying everywhere
As you kept reloading your mouth
When I thought it was over
It thought you were done
You pulled out your field knife
you began gutting me some
You took out the knife
Stuck it straight in my back
Watched me bleeding out
While walking away never looking back
Like I said words are like weapons
But I lived, I chose not to die
I had on my invisable amour
My walls to my fortress built up so high
I may have been wounded
My scars they will all mend
I'll rise from the ashes
With my victory in hand
I have a secret hidden vault
With weapons that can assault
Anybody who won't learn
If you try to hurt and turn
Hearts into sad painful things
I'll go postal and will bring
You worse sorrow than you dish out
Cause my life is all about
Making sure there's no neglect
From the world showing respect
To others who they pass by
It just make me sad and cry
When I see a world so scary
Leaving hearts and souls so weary
When they listen to the racist
Comments that are getting basic
And used way to much and often
They need putting in a coffin
With other judgmental types
That is wrong and so not right
No one should make fun of those
Who always get a daily dose
Of hurtful and rude comments
Being hated with bombardments
Of words that tear them apart
What happened to peoples hearts
So many mission will go on
Till everybody gets along
And there's not one more tear shed
Just smiles and joy ahead
You made my heart get hijacked
With an explosive love attack
Like a sweet and caring war
That I've never felt before
An arsenal that full of weapons
Keeps me on my toes and guessing
What loving thing you'll do next
Maybe making me digest
All the hugs you want to spare
You need to wear a sign "beware"
Of the arrow I will shoot
In your heart, I wont dispute
Anything that you want
I just love the way you flaunt
And tease me with brand new weapons
That you use in full discretion
Secretly you like to plan
Small battles that are so grand
When I surrender and completely
Give my heart and soul so sweetly
To the soldier of my world
Who keeps me in such a twirl
Heavy handed tall tales
Hold your scroll, the truth impales
Carpet bombing rocks and socks
Medieval market pushers need assistance
To fool shuffling grin enhances chance romance
What was stolen ethereal
Icons beyond the court of opinion
Public opining for same sane justice
The stank control stains folders full of muskets
Rust feathers endowed to sink or swim
Nonsense and gin and tonic glazing over
Muddy bellies that castle in the sand
By hook or crook
We'll enthrall the grand fountain pen
From the wonder days of Thierry,
his every move makes us merry.
Then the magic of Wiltord,
reminds us he is the field Lord.
Oh! the fluidity and the best of Fabregas,
showing as though never out of gas.
The gracious quick feet of Theo,
shows the natural instinct of a Leo.
We may seem silent but not morbid,
slowly getting there and never rigid,
not this season? God forbid.
Winning a trophy is our major bid.
Letting go of Adebayor,
is like re-shuffling the cabinet of a Mayor.
Giving the chance to our great Ramsey,
gives football World something to fansy.
With the great prospect in Wilshere,
there would be enormous glory to share.
And the insurance we get from song,
indicates the reward will not be long.
We may seem silent but not morbid,
slowly getting there and never rigid,
not this season? God forbid.
Winning a trophy is our major bid.
Tip-tap the rolling ball is so classy,
but without a Trophy makes it messy.
Having a Commander-in-Chief like Persie,
makes the blending perfect and sexy.
And if you doubt, ask Chelsea.
Even though mocked by Bendtner,
still alive because we have Sagna.
The new intimidating team spirit is a signal
that soon every lip shall scream "Arsenal"
She cries that her life is full of reality
All the while drowning out actuality
The visions she shouts
Are steeped in her doubts
She clearly has issue with sensuality
State of emergency
gives me the urgency.
Save-A-Lot,
the dollar store,
and pit stop to my pharmacy.
I mean my pharmacist,
to pick up a gift.
Swift,
I walk with a pimp limp,
stiff,
from the blistering cold.
Light snow,
mixed,
ice,
rain,
and fifty mile per hour winds
blow,
my Afro dances along
to father winters blizzard song.
Strong,
I continue my mission home.
I roam,
alone,
stoned like a criminal.
Heavy flurries flow,
unlimited weaponry,
from father winters arsenal..
Jared Pickett
2/8/2010
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I would like to thank you for your visit.
I have removed these poems for a distant future book publication.
I believe we poets, can make a difference
in this world. We live in the 21st century,
we have tools( technology), we have our past, and imagination.
We just don't have the courage, because
I guess most are afraid to fail, to loose money.
All I have to say is we can't take money with us,
when we die. I also say hasn't mankind failed enough,
and isn't mankind worth the effort, our children is worth the effort..
Thank you, and my your God Bless you
John E WordSlinger