Long Reloading Poems

"SYNAESTHESIA"



The Rose was burning 
long before she was Green
The Synaesthete placed his brush stroke
On his future dreams


Long before she was Green
The Synaesthete dreamed of him
Walking barefoot through the buried Rust 
and rustling burnished Ochre leaves...

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Jeremiah did not hesitate,
he drew one up into his sights.
His Kentucky fired in dawn’s glow
caught a redcoat, dead-to-rights.

The others charged, sabers drawn,
so Jerermiah fled into the near forest.
Hiding and quickly reloading his gun,
the British charged...

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Subject: Temper Tantrums

Give someone having a temper tantrum
an inch and they will take a mile's worth
of attention. You cannot kill the same 
dead horse twice or shoot a six shooter
a seventh time without reloading it.
Remember...

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Alpha Pistols
It’s a nice warm summer’s evening in 2004
The cool man was on top of the Manchester tower block
He fires down with various guns at his lower targets
There is a builders yard two hundred metres...

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I’m Hiding, Hiding in this cupboard
Feeling sick, I’m sick to my stomach
The shotgun sounds
I hear him. Coming, he’s reloading his rounds.
The Stairs, they creak, he’s searching for me
I am the last left alive, the last...

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Every morning I wake up not knowing if ill look in the mirror at either Jekyll or Hyde. Not knowing if ill be praying to die or feeling alive.
This  right here is my typical...

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We settled into Baltimore after rejecting several locations after the dreaded shoot out thus move seemed right although two Suburban trucks tailed us from the airport the driver was excellent at distracting our surroundings I...

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Haunted by the death of dreams 
and slaughtering of innocence 
but too afraid to dig up the bones 
and examine our own mistakes, 
we bury our heads instead, 
blindly following greedy leaders 
who give nothing...

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Berms rise high to the left and right,
they’ve created a wide gully,
another berm squares off the back,
so no stray rounds ever get free.

There’s a metal spinner back there,
sits just short of two hundred yards,
I squeeze...

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Hi Skool Massakre
Goth boy dressed all in black. 
With a moody stare. 
Not giving a frig. 
As long as his subgun is loaded. 

Safety off. 

Both his and his gun's. 
Hear his New Rock boots...

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...The bear returned to his great feast,
and the trigger squeezed on back.
The gun barked, led striking deep,
the bear roared at the attack.

It raced off into the woods,
dashing for a creekside,
but the bullet had rent it’s...

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Dirranbandi  plonking

27Australians and a shearer came to bash Bronco Don in 1945
He was just back from Kokoda killing Japs to stay alive
Some carried beer bottles and others 2 handed sticks
I was in hospital being...

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Sad memories
           jagged like stones
pierce through the air 
           like bullets

Traveling fast
   ...

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Writer's Block

I've been suffering from writer's block lately...more into drawing, and playing the strings has been keeping me locked in a distant space between me and my pen, and it seems that I have been...

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Trinity 

I know you’ve been looking for me/
I’ve been looking for you/
Can’t stay off the GRID/
In the game you can see the bugs in the Glitch/
The Matrix reloading, Reloaded/
The Matrix system constructed us how to...

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Trifling juvenile players harping silly tunes
Guns and bling-bling, fake love and stuff like that
I'm no candy man, never been, but I know this
You will need to cut back on the crap

Or we will forever hear...

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He sits on the edge of the hill
his abode from a society
that shattered his dreams

he can hear the echo of thunder
in the valley below
see bombs of color burst all around
as he looks for a place...

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Your words were like weapons
They pierced right through my soul
It's like you had them all picked
From your own arsenal

You started with granades
Blowing up all of my dreams
You called them all nieve
Before turning on me

You launched...

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Where did it come from?
How could he acquire
in just six years of life
the courage of a man?

Why did he not flee to save his little life
when he saw the bad man reload?

Why did he urge...

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that day
the policeman was in a jolly mood
he sang on the job as he gunned people down
listen to his out of tune song while
cocking aiming firing his machine pistol
emptying the clip into running screaming people
reloading...

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My skin prickles, hair on my arm
flag-raised.
Quite peculiar, actually, someone
or something, is watching me.

I recalculate my senses, dusting off
pre-conceived notions of paranoia.

Across the room, a dull thud garners
my attention. Searching, I discover a
doorstop has simply...

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reloading my brain, the past still recoil,
Jennifer’s blood won’t shrink, am getting scared,
breaking the wedlock was always the devil’s intention,
the final bang sounded, the snipper was never grounded.
flipping through the pages, the stories are spinning...

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A Wolf Waits

Early one morning
reason escaped
And prescience went with it
unlocking the gate
Lights in the asylum
flicker and fade
The inmates grow restless
a deepening shade
Evening brought darkness
no stars in the sky
But nobody wondered
no questioning why
The moon simply vanished
a...

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Agent Arkansas kicked down the bolt lock door. He fired one round and once he was 
out of shots he swung back out of the room to reload. The four men started flipping 
tables for...

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Running Free

wet with sweat
heart pounding
in disguise
siren's sounding
just beyond
the wall dividing
sinners from
the law abiding
just one chance
to try scaling
hear the voice
of freedom hailing
shadows of
the verdict tailing
victim of
the system failing
justice blind
by railroading
guards in towers
now reloading
over the top
I start...

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