I will die a lovers death
Bleed until there’s nothing left
Tear out my heart
Let the loving start
Kill me with passion
Loves dark assassin
Shoot me again
I love the pain
Falling for your charms
I am dying in your arms
Your aim is true
I bleed for you
A bullet straight to my heart
Your love tears me apart
I love in vain
I die a lovers death again & again
Sitting in my element,
Becoming a shiny filament,
Representing a beacon,
A reason for keeping hope,
Peering down the scope,
Adjusting for the slope,
Groping a target,
I cant reach yet,
Waiting with my sight set,
Letting the moment happen,
Snapping at the perfect time,
In a flash You start to climb,
Primed by an explosion of emotions,
Their fire sends you in motion,
Opening up to being chosen,
Traveling across the ocean,
A glowing beam of light,
The beacon in the night,
A sight for all to see,
Exposing the enemy,
Setting souls free,
A bullet from eternity,
Fired from within me,
Exploring it's reality,
Carrying the energy,
Tearing through targets,
Shining brighter so you never forget,
Sitting silent sent it in motion,
The bullet that cut commotion
Fear still threatens, but we are no longer controlled by it.
Sirens still sing, but we are no longer enticed by them.
Hurricanes still rage, but we are no longer swept away with them.
Enemies still approach; but we are no longer threatened by them.
We are bulletproof
The bullets swore, “We’re retiring today!
No shooting—there must be a new way!”
So they sat in the gun,
Sipping tea in the sun,
And said, “Humans… we’re on holiday!”
But the warlords all bark, “Shoot! It’s the way!
We fix broken skulls every day!”
So they shout with a grin,
“Crack a leg! Cave a chin!”
Though deep down they know peace outshines foul play.
Yes it looks like you're late again
let me guess
you missed the bus you missed the train
then 'Bang!' I heard the front door slam
when you walked away
taking the life out of who I am
here we go again with the same old story
I've already seen this movie and it's oh so boring
not the first time you've been busted
and caught out
with your excuses and can't be trusted
when 'Wham!' I heard the car door slam
then you drove away
driving the life out of who I am
here's that same old song and dance yet I still care
but why do I have to relive this same nightmare
there's always something
drama trauma tragedy no matter what you do
saga stigma calamity no matter where you go
always something with you
wish I had a silver bullet like cupid's little dart
and if I had that magic slug I'd shoot you through the heart
Inspired by Bruce Dickinson song Darkside of Aquarius
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On the wings of the first hellrider rode venom —
so copious it stained sky and moonlight,
making mothers bolt their doors
against the eastern warmonger's hot gust.
From molten rock and flaming seas the second rode,
hawking evil wares; his tongue a forge of lies,
spinning promises, seeding secret agents
to rule and mislead in every land.
The third came as a preacher of war ~
turning brothers on brothers, sisters on sisters,
tilling the soil with blood to make it ready
for the fourth — who carved theology into terror.
I tried to run — my feet sunk in wet clay.
Then a lone silver surfer appeared:
from starlit sky or silver sea I could not tell;
he drew me from the mire, breathed strength into my arms.
I vowed to reinvent the wheel:
let fascists taste their own venom, feed their children poisons they brewed,
slay kin with the swords they bloodied.
Death will kiss them in their sleep.
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.
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