Hessy.. Wa Dandora
The shots rang out
The youngsters spewed blood..
On the city streets..
He pulled out a phone a dialled the police.. Come and collect the stupid..
Lest we jump the gun..
He had pre warned them..
As is usual in Dandora's Hessy style
Given them fare to skip town.. or they will be dinning in hell soon..
They chose to stay and perpetrate on their terror..
Knifing innocent civilians with impunity...
So Hessy wa Dandora vanquished them.. The people muttered whispers as they followed their new hero online.
Some do claim he is military.
Yet others claim he is paramilitary
Them others reckon presidents Recce guard..
But what they know is that he is effective..
Street crime has gone down in the suburbs..
Vigilante justice however unquestionable by Hessy.. has been bearing fruits..
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7am, sound asleep next to me you once laid.
Now I’m up all night, in this lonely bed I made
The same question racks my brain,..every time I see the sun
What made myself feel the need,..to go and jump the gun
People tend to believe things always happen for a reason
And I can’t help but to think that reason, was just selfish self-treason.
The thought of you, disrupts my breath.
Then quickly wanders to the day of our “death”.
I just wish there were things I could say or do.
To get that 7am back next to you,..as the light peeks through
Trapped in my space suit
Tied down to the launching pad
Terrorized by the rocket
Paralyzed to the surface
The cold surface of my skin
Basks in the judgmental sun
Strapped in my race boot
A dyed gown around my chest
A hard place and a rock, it
Seems I stand in perturbance
Fervidness of my kin
Tasks my legs to jump the gun
My chest strains as my legs race
My heart aches at my minds race
"When I win I'll pen the pin"
But I'd only lose to win a when
Internal torment. Eternal Dormant.
In turn I'll forfeit to eternal internal scornment
The snow is melting in the sun
While strollers stroll and runners run.
The thaw, it feels like, has begun
But we can’t get too cozy.
For way before the melting’s done
And kids have had their snowball fun,
The weather wheel just might be spun
And things won’t look so rosy.
In wintertime, we jump the gun
And think that somehow we have won
When it warms up, but it can stun;
Tomorrow might be frozy!
Inferno Confused
Thoughts of what to do
Some pulling me through
Wanna jump the gun
But dont want to run
Its at the end of this line
Confused inferno glides
This part of the mind
Always doubting wonder
All directions in ponder
Climb aboard this crazy ride
Now with only one stride
Or turn and walk a stray
So many different ways
But which one is the best
On this multiple choice test
A town in Georgia had a rash
Of crimes; the perp was bold and brash,
Destroying mirrors on the side
That automakers do provide.
The cops assumed that it was teens
‘Cause pranks are part of teenage genes
Until a neighbor strolling by
The mirror-basher did espy.
It wasn’t kids, but what occurred
Was vicious pecking by a bird
Who likely thought, as theories go,
His mirror image was his foe.
It goes to show, don’t jump the gun
Accusing teens or anyone.
When mirrors somehow end up wrecked,
That perp might just be one who pecked.
im awkwardly facing an officer, dont know what to expect
will we both jump the gun and start a civil unrest
will the tone of my skin be a story for press?
who’s the first to throw a stone with no sins to confess?
preachers and deacons finally come out to speak
but only when im dead and covered up in a sheet
where’s all the loving and the comfort for the mothers who weep
it happens on the daily children die on the street
it’s true this country does have crooked police
im not denying there arnt cops looking for people to beat
im not siding with those who hate the govern elite
i do firmly agree
that blacks are being a target to a certain degree
but being a people of freedom
only gets infront of the goals that they’re trying to achieve
it’s alot much bigger than you probably think
what happened to john F kennedy and M L king?
Luke 23:32-43
Today is the day you really go out and play on sinful Saturday. Well I don't want to bring everybody in, It's about eight out of ten and I'm not trying to put you down so don't jump the gun and frown.
I know some are going to cut a rug and some are going to drink and drug, some will just go to fuss and fight because they don't appreciate anything nice. It's as if they were raised in a zoo, so stay away from that crew.
Now for those who go to dance and romance, if it's til broad daylight then that's alright, 'cause you worked all week and some pleasure you do seek. So forget about it all, have yourself a ball. Then come back at your peek, ready for another week. And how do I know the format, been there, done that.
This is why I'm not trying to cut to the quick, if you want to go to the click or have a lovely picnic, I pray you don't loose your way on this sinful Saturday.
HAVE A GREAT DAY.
One word misinterpreted
Conveys the wrong intent
And what you said gets twisted
Into what you never meant.
For sometimes we may jump the gun,
Prepared to be rejected,
And can’t absorb a message
Different from the one expected.
It’s possible for someone
To feel angry, bruised or hurt
By a word or two that somehow
You allowed yourself to blurt.
In situations such as this,
It’s better to explain;
There isn’t very much to lose
And much that you can gain.
Communication’s often marred
When it’s not face to face,
But simple explanations help
Both parties to embrace.
After eight years it is over
Im No longer beside ya
Your friendship is gone
For this I do long
To get and be gotten
Your never forgotten
Your friendship is gone
For this I do long
Your thoughts could calm
My thoughts of harm
Your sweet embrace and delicate taste
I crave these things that are now just
A sweet dream
I can't share my thoughts with you
I can't tell you I miss you
But my thoughts are still with you
Even now I'm no longer beside you
To be friends once again to be
Able to mend the friendship I lost
What would it cost
I know it can't be done
Your friendship can't be won
But if it could,I would run
And I'd jump the gun.
But our friendship is gone
I now stand on my own
No thoughts we can share
Even though I still care.
I'm no longer beside ya.
Time to think, a pondering, non action's prime.
Thank you Life for the always affirmative actions of folks with intent sublime.
~Thank you for the good intentions of the pure pacifist’s present lifetimes.
~~Thank you for their prayers, non action relates richly random over time.
Thank you Heaven, they do not “Jump the Gun” an early expression, excerpt, crime.
~Thank you, this daft, deadly, denotation, fails; this mantra of sometimes.
~~Thank you, when the furious, fractious, fall in actions error aforetime.
Thank you Mother when waiting wonder, goes slowly, prayerful to Prime.
~Thank you Father as in action, breathe, beauty, brevity, pantomimes.
~~Thank you All for the smiling, simpe, shining, days of springtime.
Thank You when the hate and horror heals and with the end of wartime.
~Thank You with the creation of many more merciful pastimes.
Enrich our earth journey with patience, prudence, providence, sublime.
Praise the people of peace for all of time.
I'm staying up too late
and still losing weight
and the lights are blazing
as my mind works this equation
no matter how I figure
the query raised grows bigger
it just doesn't add up
no, no sum sums it up
what did I overlook
in this lover's handbook
did I jump the gun
and end the long run
that first urgent kiss
that winter day of bliss
memories that still flare
when my mind visits there
it just doesn't add up
no, no sum sums it up
White walls, light room
but inside it's dark and filled with gloom.
She tries to open up, tries to tell someone
but no one seems to listen and she doesn't want to jump the gun
cooped up in this hole, she wants to be taken from.
Someone come and save this soul
Someone come and save this one.
Lost in all confusion and wouldn't you be
stuck in this god-forsaken place where each day feels like eternity.
Wanting to escape, needing to get out
letting go of anger so she screams and shouts.
Can't you see she's lonely?
Can't you see her tears?
Her head is in her arms
hiding from her fears.
The same song still plays in her memory
"don't worry baby, it's how its got to be"
Images of that room, make her head spin
cold hands, touching feeling every inch of skin
Why didn't someone stop him?
Release me from this pain,
my whole life was just flushed down the drain.
Someone come and save this soul.
Someone come and save this one.
Can't you see she's crying?
Wondering why me,
isn't there someplace else in life that I should be?
Can't you see she's crying?
Can't you see her tears?
Her head is in her arms,
hiding from her fears.
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