I once heard a warning from a sailor:
"Don't look at the ocean at night—the darkness offers an escape."
I wonder if it is the same for a soldier staring down a gun barrel.
As they run through dark trenches, fleeing death,does that cold metal cylinder promise a release?
An end to fear.The death of anger.
Or a quiet peace brought to a desolate land.
Many wonder, staring straight into that deep ocean of unforgiving quiet.
But peace demands a price in an empty country.
It means
a mother you will never see,
a wife you will never love,
a child you will never guide—
only eyes wandering a horizon that never ends.
But the sailor never taught me what remains unseen:
the sea always stares back.
It cannot feel your agonizing rage.
It does not share your lonely sadness.
It has no thought of family or friends.
Instead, it only waits for you to jump, and find your peace.
who will be on time today for lunch?
who will be late?
always the same scenario
Mimi is early
Lee will be late, and she is
their behaviors as predictable as the coldness of a gun barrel
There are going to be incursions, invasions,
military and terrorist strikes,
we look to the future, yet nobody can see
beyond tomorrow.
Earth and ash confirm
that there is a spiritual fire
in the heart of any battle
at the heart of all life and death,
The world has always been on fire
even without the aid of mankind.
What we see as reality
are those flames shaping all appearance.
If war comes
just know,
that conflagration
is a daisy flower blooming,
Combustion is nourishment,
it is we that burn up those calories.
Feu de joie, lamps and beacons
the small flame of a viper,
see how the grass it passes though
is green with an internal fire?
The bonfire is within and without.
see this, and you will not be
afraid
no matter how hot
a gun barrel gets.
There is space, an orangey sort of large space,
That makes one wonder where his teeth had gone.
Stuck on the elm, pulled out by the dentist,
Swallowed by the hollow sun.
And on it a piece of ivory, sharp to points like a dream.
It cannot retrieve itself, for the sun would fall,
To pieces as it had come
The wild geese and gun barrel,
Down the slivers of the late autumn night-
How one carries the sun!
The little one needs its teeth,
But does the galaxy need it more?
The rat would gladly give its incisors to the
Woman who had yet to arrive, tripping over her misconduct,
Glass slippers Showered in poison dust,
A prince is of no matter here, for
Who deserves more than the sun?
The heat shimmered on the horizon
As the dust devils danced across the desert zone
Our car was placed in four wheel drive
As we traveled on in an effort to stay alive
The dirt road stretched in a straight line ahead
On the gun barrel highway in a heat to dread
Then I saw a camel train in a dust drenched race
The camels walking across seemed out of place
As I drew nearer the camels started to fade
I saw one Afghan have a look of being afraid
And at that point the train shimmered away
How they came to be there that day I couldn’t say.
© Paul Warren Poetry
He pours through my soul, like silky hot chocolate; I dream of loving smiles and a golden heart. A guardian spirit whose voice I’ve heard only once. You kept me safe as I trembled, looking down that gun barrel and told me things would be fine if I didn’t move. No child should be a bullets victim and you interceded; kept that demon brat’s finger and the trigger. Now I see you in dreams or a fleeting glance in a corner of my eye; you’re always there; the granddad I never had a chance to know, in this life.
Spirits ride the winds;
Soft etheric caress is
A spirit’s embrace.
a cowboys whaaahooo?
hollywood sounded that way
then came clint eastwood
'the unforgiven'
the best western of all time
rawest truths of life
'ah'm here tuh kill you
little bill for what you done
(a slow breath)...yeeeahhhh'
when clint sighed like that
looking down his gun barrel
that meant...'yup, you're dead'
the good guys were bad
that was just a way of life
as now...dawg eat dawg
Atmospheric grayscale mirrors my mood
where rainbow pastels are loath to intrude,
monochrome perverse looms ‘cross universe -
black powder train, mind is gun barrel gray
cold dispassionate muzzle of dismay.
My happiness; my death will reimburse -
lifeblood bleeds an anemic attitude.
Susan Ashley
November 17, 2018
American Daughters of the Civil War Revolution
are so madly in love with their Bluish-Gray metal sons
Incestuous desires borne of slave tax oppression
Give to Caesar whatever tribute he crown heavy lay on you,
feed three-fifth portions to the hungry publican lions
Let the Den Mother Lying famine devour your children too
Cannibalize every ink spot known self-evident truth,
marginalize any constitutional chains inhibiting your ravenous lust
Another seething pot of baby bones is the Baal proof
Give to Pharaoh whatever gut pyramid schemes he Isis dream,
feed you quarterly lies from the war widow collection plate
The Wall Street church in tea need of another gun barrel beam
Amerikan Sons of the Ruble Con Bolshevik Revolution,
so gluttonly love their daughters’ leather fetish for the holster
Homicidal desires borne of suicidal plantation depression
A silver shawl hangs heavy over the mountain
sky grey clouds shooting gun barrel smoke hiding sunlight
Looking out towards the ocean dreaming in wild north Atlantic waves
tides turn a little lamb suffering in the spring crouched cold
We all see visions of injustices flash before our eyes turn
for which no one is held responsible the standing joke of our century
So many people turn a blind eye as their souls have already been bought
children of this world have suffered at the hands of tyrant slave masters
Born free without chains attached what gives any race the God given right
killing innocent women and children destroying families unjust actions
Some of us on this planet are sick with an untrustworthy state of affairs
listening to what these monstrous brutes get away with
In the name of peace not twisted truths building bridges instead of walls
who ever sells arms are terrorists against the living
Democracy has no grounds only love the suffering because
behind the mask many in this world condemn us
Branded from birth marked as slaves unto a system each of us a number
piercing bullets flash before the eyes redemption knowing whats true
The mountain is covered in a dense falling fog
gun barrel grey clouds shading out, unto silver
changing outwards orange to soft peach
Gracing the sun setting sky warm thoughts
Runaway dream hums, within birds singing gently
almost a magic spell sings, in one background choir
Enchanting the breeze on a cold tune
blue blowing wind on a November
Evening has broken soft brushing across the brow
a dream beauty touching, deep feelings holding hands
Silver treasure lining clouds, I want
to bathe inside your crowning desires
Oh you're the angel who takes me out, from darkness
dazzling me in light of your sun, shining smiles bright
Crying around the valley howling, a wolf sad
sweet humming tunes, gentle soft, whispers to a dream
I wrote this 12/12/9/9 ending last on the 12 note
Tasting delights softly captured
in a keyhole of thoughts
warmly smiling
radiates within one porthole
Outside the mind
opening this heart sweetly yawning
twilight dawning .
Clouds shades red blushing desire
fading to amber
going further out from the sun
turning shades
from gun barrel grey to black
setting our scene.
kissing outside in
thinking of your beauty love
Licking deeply tongues on fire
warm fluttering rays
hotly kissing each beat
burning passion erupting inside desires.
As the moon smiles upside down her face
turning on the box so to speak ill news
All one hears the devil's hate
wars and killings
Then switching of the poison
finding such pure peace
birds of all song singing in the air their magic gracing tunes
Alone listening to the wind speaking sweet whispers enchanting
sitting upon the steps patting the dogs head
watching the breeze licking the reeds swaying in a dance
I get up taking old faithful with me for a walk smiling
touched by the sun shine warmth within
Him with is nose regally flying gliding his each step
dancing on each current of a breeze celestial
such a moment holds spirit of purity
Dazzling to the inner vision smiles
Sitting down legs dangling over a brook bed
listening to the stream alive talking deeply
deep murmurs echo as I lay back
to feel the water pulse moving breathtaking energy
The shades of leaves shading yellow green
to crusting golden
Clouds shades of white pearl
silver coating out to gun barrel grey
crows cawing over head
The mountain breezes breathing in
pure unpolluted breathes out pure
Tasting delights softly captured
in a keyhole of thoughts ,
warmly smiling
radiates within one porthole ,
outside the mind
opening this heart sweetly yawning
dawning twilight .
Clouds shades red blushing desire
fading to amber ,
further out from the sun
turning shades
from gun barrel grey to black
setting our scene.
kissing outside in
thinking of your beauty love ,
licking deeply tongues on fire
warm fluttering rays ,
hotly kissing each beat,
burning passion erupting inside desires.
Easy Elimination of Stupid People Part Three
By Elton Camp
Warnings show how stupid folks can be
As promised, here you have part three
Hershey’s Almond Bar wants you to face:
“Warning, of nuts this may have a trace”
A can of air freshener does tell:
“For use only by trained personnel”
A rat poison is trying to be nice:
“Has caused cancer in lab mice”
In case it is bought by dumb lug:
“Don’t use Silly Putty as ear plug”
Found on a can of deodorant spray:
“Do not use intimately,” it does say
On cough medicine for a kid:
“Don’t drive a car,” it does bid
Found on a package of dice:
“Human consumption isn’t nice”
On a shipment of hammers hollowed:
“May be harmful if swallowed”
On a gun barrel so there’s no excuse:
“Injury or death may come from misuse”
A thermometer makes it exceedingly clear:
After rectal use, to mouth don’t come near”
Fruit Roll-Up warning can’t be beat:
“Remove the plastic before you eat”
On a toilet brush this is seen:
“Do not use for personal hygiene”
Although paraphrased just a bit
Producers, these warnings see fit
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