The bullet entered the brain
The brain considered the pain
The pain unclouded the rain
The rain just cleaned up the stain
took a bullet in my brain
no refrain
no restrain
in a war I feel the pain
war is horrible for both sides
there is no place for us to hide
death or glory? You are kidding right?
so many lay dead on that first night
where’s the glory in killing so many young?
horrible reality, where’s the fun?
I’ll never again fully see the sun
no refrain, no restrain, my work is never done.
Amidst intense bullet rain
A little scavenger came to collect casings
Shot, bleeding—the smell of gunpowder in his pocket.
Tanks arriving from the city,
The heartless brutality of olive-green clad people—
Fire-spitting defiance—the ruler's red eyes.
The wound of losing colleagues
People who easily forget, take action
The olive-green clad trusted ones take action.
Those whom people consider dearest
The last refuge for justice in times of distress.
Against the people of the entire world
Their own declaration of war—
In their consideration, everyone is a fascist, an accomplice.
Actually, everyone is a fascist
Mad for power
The goal of all rulers is one: the throne.
Essentially, the throne is a virus,
Spreading through veins, everywhere
From one body to another, from city to village
Among rich and poor, people of all religions.
Bullets run out, bullets are reloaded
The youth who falls lifeless from a bullet
He never returns.
we think we'll be young forever and then we're not ~
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
In sepia tones, the echoes twist and sway,
When shadows stalk the moments lost to time,
A spectral dance where ghosts of youth hold sway,
Their laughter mingles softly with my rhyme.
Each birthday brings the weight of fleeting light,
As innocence drifts gently into night;
The storms of change laugh cruelly from afar,
While memory rides the mist—a faded star.
Oh, how I miss the cradle songs once sung,
Now haunting whispers cling to heart and bone,
In dreams I walk through halls where laughter sprung,
Yet find a stranger gazing back—alone.
In chasing shadows, I must reckon fate:
Can love transcend? Or must we carry weight?
In a race on the savannah
fleet of foot is the cheetah
at up to 75 mph
no animal can beat her
and with a top speed of 50 mph
lion is the second fastest cat
tho' at
38 mph a leopard can't change its spots
the lion can do that
cubs are born with them and later lose
to become lion spots have-nots
an ostrich third place will land
at up to 43 mph
if it takes its head out of the sand
tho' cheetahs don't have racing stripes zebra do
(Burchell's, mountain and Grévy's)
but they're no boon for at 40 mph
they're only 10 mph ahead of a yellow baboon
however no matter how fast they all run
none can beat the speeding bullet
fired from a hunter's gun
Where my mind on my sleeve
I have s.p.e.(I know you will get it eventually)
and probably dyslexia
Playing golf with a wolf called Rolf
as you do
Where were meant wear
one plus one
The rain the bough
Brought the drought
Jamaican hair
I so dread
If there was no nothing how would we now
Your hobby is to kill my joy,
Each of the bullet you fire hurts.
But whatever your ploy.
I'll always clear your dirts.
I'm made strong to last.
Try even more hard,
My mind is fast.
Ever on guard.
See the distances of betrayal
misunderstand it is too late
or just try it is your duty the responsibility.
Don't give up the space is yours
always hesitate but initiate the fight!
Take your mind to the distance greater
than universe, stronger than earth's gravity
make it a priority the bullet is yours take it
with pride and understand the speed too your end.
fade into the quiet be among the best
your name will forever rest
loyalty will evaporate the face of this land
i am forever banned i have failed
take my hand protect my ways.
A badly spoken, thrown word...
is not a stray bullet
that tears the body, the chest,
but that wounds the soul...
Little by little, strength fades from my body,
This world is coming, aging and heavy.
Now, we must not lie idly, spitting on fate,
For wasting away is no longer our state.
My parents cultivated gardens, healed the land,
Their homeland was Motherland, as they’d planned.
I, too, sowed seeds in the earth where I stand,
And loved to reap the fruits from this land.
Was I orphaned? Was my soul cast away?
What has my homeland given, except lead and dismay?
What have we done to be hunted and shot at?
What have we done to be targets of a bullet’s blast?
We once understood the language of nature’s flow,
We were a people who embraced truth’s glow.
But there’s nothing left for the child, you see,
Except dying by a bullet, tragically.
A bullet does not care for the state of its aim,
It doesn’t check if you are young or old in this game.
Was I born a terrorist, with that fate in my soul?
Is terrorism written on my brow as a goal?
when a solution
with bullets a transfusion
than an execution
Trump shooting Liz Cheney
when Trump will appease
there are others he will tease
other voters seize
As I look into the vast ocean of wight,
here in the shadows of wont right,
left amongst the myriad mellifluously,
will you still hold a monstera like me?
To be this maiden fair — to care about myself,
ore not to mine — opals rainbow in black skies,
heralding a new plateau of what you know,
breaking the shackles of the winter cold.
As I gaze into the bleak sea of night,
hearing sweet edicts of your final rites,
left turning into an arrow without a quiver,
wilt lullabies still paint my death in color?
To sweven this ounce of decadence in my beloved,
my amo mia, my final goodbye to you,
gould by the expire in hot vermillion — and blue,
kiss blew in the mind with lead — me and through.
Sometimes we need to be — golden silence.
Sitting, knees bumping, fingers tapping
waiting for the Great Wall of China
to move. An angelic rift wafts over
the stereo, calming the boiling rage
bottling up in the gut for a few
more minutes.
The ambience, a slip into
outer space, the guitar
sparking child-like awe-
a blessing to my strife
Holding back insanity with reins,
I scream I’m coming home
I’ve been gone for far too long
Brake lights two-step ahead
teasing a false reality
of turning tires
Thoughts drift across
the gaps in the music
the pot stopped boiling
an unsettling calm, into
A thundering storm
formed within the car
It seems I lost the reins, since
my hearts burst into flames.
Shivering shards sliced through my sullen system.
nightss nag with naissant nightmares
mornings moved as malignant monsters
trust twisted in tabescent thorns tearing within me
I ignored prayers, mindfulness and Jesus above
I believed in money and stood
as a gluttony, greedy foolish glideroy entity
the empire of emptiness exhausted me...
my crimson crooked heart hovered in the chains of inner being
crashing tides of bewildering blood sustained me
somber singing penetrated my lonely ears
for I heard the poignant prayers of promise
seeped through my splitter sins of seduction
for there remained regal relief of my convictions
my hope heart gave my soul a sarcralized sword of triumph
Who betrayed me?
Me, myself and I
For I stole the stars of my soul
January 16th 2022
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