There are people who take what they want
pez dispensers of pain and suffering
gleaning never planting
rapists of confidence
of fresh air...
staining the soul of everything
tumors in the marrow of society.
They are small glimpses into hell
professional complainers and oppressors
Bachelor's degree in deflection
PHD'S in blame.
There are people who only take what they need
giving the rest away to those in need
Calm waters, splintering calibers of decay
They are small windows into heaven
Bachelor's degree in responsibility and reason.
PHDs in fathomless faith.
The well-meaning try to fix evil with bleeding hearts...
evil thinks they're tools-plays them for fools
to be used for evil endeavors
evil can never be fixed
if evil isn't acting out
it is plotting its next twisted step,
fashioning pentagrams,
dreaming in hues of death.
Evil must be crushed into oblivion
at least hobbled and entombed in led
The trend is to coddle and pacify-
It festers from irritating blemish to
incurable disease and endless menace.
Categories:
calibers, society,
Form: Free verse
Bullets bullets flying, hitting there targets from afar
Blood dripping from a bandage with looks of fear
Tiny tiny pellets within, exploding going through helmets
Snipers pinning down these hero's, to the ground
Liftoff choppers with red cross, yellow smoke seen landing
Fifty calibers with tracer bullets red then red, then red
Claymore mines with a sign, point toward the enemy
C-4 knocking at the door, used to start a camp fire
C-rations with four cigarettes and a stick of gum inside
P-38 opening cans of food, while the rain moves sideways
Punji stick traps, holes under ground hiding VC
Thought’s of home Christmas Day While battling for you
Categories:
calibers, war,
Form: Free verse
My fame worldwide
My house palace - like
My money spread about in banks
My friends are high calibers
My street named after me
My city, I am the mayor
My picture on adverts
My cars are latest series
My job is with His Excellency
Someday I will lose all to the grim reaper
Categories:
calibers, appreciation, beautiful, best friend,
Form: Narrative
Slamming the night like 90 proof drinks,
stilettos click along broken star streets.
Spinning like wolverines in a badass heat
swallow the strobe lights-puke up the beat.
Time cracks when black knights blitz
when cherries are on fire,
and nobody gives two chits
when suave turns into busted dream liars.
Midnight blindsiding angels-everyone is a kite.
Nylons are smoking - running a little bit higher.
Concrete shacks turned to pulsing pink ritz.
With pink potholes and slippery pricks.
Night winding down, henchmen move in.
Last call of their lives is etched on the wind.
Glitter backsliding into graffiti and grit.
All the good vibes slammed into bed.
red bleeding to blue bleeding to half past dead.
Ninety proof knights
chest to chest
spraying hate like 38 calibers led.
Youth floating down in bottlecap alley ...quite dead.
Categories:
calibers, urban,
Form: Rhyme
Women!
Today's women!
Demand equality,
Declining to hide calibers
Behind the mask of orthodoxy now;
They are crossing the boundaries
Drawn irrationally:
They're born to win.
Women!
Women!
Today's women!
Wise, confident and smart,
Always filled with self- esteem,
Earning beauty pageants, exploring space.
In business or politics,
Breaking male dominance,
Shining everywhere,
Women!
Women!
Today's women!
Forwarding continuously,
Although, expanding with success,
By generating life, serving nature
Is still their salient feature.
Blessed with the "motherhood",
They're endearing.
Women!
Categories:
calibers, mother,
Form: Rictameter