They were wavy heart told,
there was a silver star-shaped pot of gold
at the end of the hellstorm rainbow
This was the time-honored
private talk
to the latest crop
of pawn fodder privates
Battlefield grunts on the frontline
A pact of brothers
of diverse colors
in the Death Metal Band
Human shield runts in the chain-of-command
The General consensus was,
the grieving families would annuity understand
But the living remnant,
the broken pieces of bloodied memories
They reaped the iron-copper riches of the sword,
the carnage cursed misfortune of war
The hailed heroes were uniformly told,
there was a halo-shaped pot of gold
at the end of the cluster explosion glow
What was left unsaid:
Was how to live
with shrapnel in the soul —
Faceless collateral
on the stained coins
of valorous tears
Buried inside the chest
Tainted treasure of splattered images
Regrettably,
so beggarly numb to forget
10-15-21
They dress all in black
eyeliner favors a tire track
lipstick of ebony too
some are into voodoo
Draconian is their soul group
a reptilian troop
some say they're evil
I just conceive them primeval
They have been known to heal
a secret they do reveal
they're from Thuban
a constellation fusion
leather and spikes
tattoos and motorbikes
magic some conjures
feasting with rongeurs
They're into death metal
though some are versatile
they'll be seen on Halloween night
they'll certainly deliver you a fright
Solid fused, joined heat flamed blue,
metallic ice cured new robotic shoe.
Shots in silence, unseen rapid fire,
enslaved micro machines for hire...
Artificially ignorant a mechanical demise,
bio adapted hand processed data of lies.
a recharged battery still has to die,
why is that robot waving to us good-bye???
Paris is a neon city of lights, color, and myth,
where people go out on a Friday night with
enthusiastic faces.
Eagles of Death, metal band were rocking it
at Bataclan Hall with oldies and their latest hit,
covering all their bases.
Happy voices and music mingle mid-air
for the city of light doesn't have a care
life moves merrily on.
And yet, all of that is soon about to change
their world will become bazaar and strange
their dreams all gone.
A human bomb tears into flesh and bone
but that suicide bomber did not come alone
the carnage has begun.
At multiple locations near and in the city
people are brutally murdered without pity,
by madmen with a gun.
Men of fanatical faith, filled with hate,
using religion to kill, choose their fate,
martyrs for a cause.
Innocence slaughtered in Allah's name
bought ISIS scorn and infamous shame,
and fickle applause.
We commiserate with the people of France
that was more than a depraved act of chance,
that was an act of war!
To prevent more atrocities, countries must unite,
and eradicate ISIS bases with a military might
the world's never seen before!
(Rhyme)
11/23/2015
HE WAS...
hand-rolled cigarettes
a dead battery in a parking lot
guns and ammo
heated leather seats on a bitter night
a raspy voice that reached my depths
coffee-2 sugars and a bit of cream
my Friday nights
beaten, broken and beautiful
loose tobacco littering my dashboard
ink, needles and the buzz of the machine
my only saved voice mail
long conversations about everything
death metal and rainbows
protector of the innocent
purely raw and brutally honest
my favorite piece of body art
old photos in an album
everything I never knew I wanted
And then he was....gone.
America, you are bipolar
Mother of invention and murder
Father of civil rights and lynching
Your children listen to hip hop and death metal
b-boys and skinheads
America you are bipolar
the biggest gay rights champions and the most hateful psycho-bigots
America, what are you?
the greatest artists and heinous murderers
America, when can we find a treatment for you that will finally
stabilize you?
the world is waiting for your treatment regimen, America.
on that glorious day when we can finally call the world
holistic.
Suicide skeins slick scarred black leather,
bucket seat brains link rust mangled chains,
power-chord blood spattered buzz-saw stains;
catwalk drains Christ dust bled religion,
collision ghost trains, twisted carnage contains
Lucifer’s wings wrapping rotting remains.
Homicide crows wearing sleeves of death metal,
lavender flows cut carotid tied bows,
sub-woofer screams dripping petals of rose;
white wolfish jaws whined sonic corruption,
blind vision arose, faulty monitor snows
onto hellfire graves where the live decompose.
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