.
az poe
mine think tip'd
over
((plop))
at thuh bar table
i hear'd one shouldn't
trust
boiler makerz
tap
.
if mine duke's one
digit's thick
stroll'd
yourn short long
'pick'er up linez'
notwithstand'n
mine think be
"tonight
you are in mine
abode
cabin
hut
shanty
purlieu lady"
tap
In spite of all your riches
you eschew what prophets do
Basilicas you build to self
with time but empty pews
Wealth deadly suicidal
when wielded as a gun
Whose target sits between your eyes
with one shot zero-sum
(Dreamsleep: November, 2023)
Aik darjan punjabi mera laho na nikaal sakay,
Aik Pathan nay aik shot me khon nikaal diya.
Note.Log sahi kehtay hain Pathan to Pathan..
I can be your whiskey
come, let me fill your cup
Jack was on the baseball team,
But he never got to play.
One day, he got his chance.
He went up to the plate and hit the ball, CRACK!
It went so far that it hit the fence and went smack.
He ran all the way to third,
But in his ear was a bee.
The bee just kept his calm buzz.
Jack was annoyed and made the bee go splat.
Jack's team was cheering him on all the way.
All Jack needed was to score to achieve all of his dreams.
The next play it was a wild pitch,
And Jack saw his opportunity and attacked.
He ran as hard as he could to the plate,
But so did the catcher.
They made it at the same time and BAM!
They crashed into each other.
Jack had hit the catcher so hard that he dropped the ball.
Jack had scored and doing so achieved his amazing dreams.
******************
A duel was fought.
One gun shot,
one did not.
One won,
It is done.
******************
Both truth and lies.
Resides in darkest white.
Stays in solitude.
In need of none.
Until someone came in.
Changed the very core.
Shaded with dazzling colors.
The someone became everything.
Lived happiness with sorrow.
Shed tears with joy and pain.
Lived with it.
Settled with it.
Broke a promise.
Reflected with guilt.
Took all the blame.
In agony of apologizing
Now in the edge.
Felt empty inside.
Scared of losing someone.
Still hoping.
J-ust one shot at glory,
E-arly morn twelfth of May;
N-o way will you ever let the rare chance slip away.
T-his is one shot at glory,
I-n spite of the opposition;
B-ecause of your true faith,
U-se your determination.
R-emain eager to receive,
C-rown of life in the holy city;
I-t's a must-win situation,
O-ne shot at glory.
This is life.
Wake up and smell the gunpowder.
Spin the chamber, pull the trigger.
One shot.
Click. Silence.
And just like that,
I win what I already had.
An opportunity to continue breathing.
Thank god.
I guess.
This is just life.
I want to feel it the way I used to.
When one shot was a more pleasant notion,
a testament to my skill as a marksman
so assured of the bullet’s trajectory
safely fired away from me.
My source of pride, my talent,
my abilities, in which I invested
perhaps too much.
Now I’m never sure, only that
one of these six holds death,
and this is what’s left of my life,
and I’m going all in.
Spin the chamber.
Pull the trigger.
One shot.
Click.
We ascertain pleasure in reliving our past,
Though lurking matters often bankrupt our day;
For that portion of living in chronicles is cast,
This content can't change much to our dismay.
We justify retrieve as value to years emerging,
That beyond this day's history we will refrain.
Our subconscious is active with incessant urging,
For it realizes we shan't pass this way again.
Life, like a Maitre d', usually delivers what we order;
But unlike the meal we pay for life after we exit.
Tom
Hungry
starving for a chance
gotta make it
gotta do it
this is it
final option no turning back
will I fail
or succeed
don't know
won't know
until I try
might make it then again maybe not
who knows
no one knows
Jesus knows
have to put it
all on him and believe
with that said
gotta take this chance
might not get another one
this is it
I'm going for it
my time has come
time to make my move
pray for me
as I make my final move
will I fail or succeed
who knows
God knows
God help me
One shot
Two shots
Three Shots
Four...
Bang, bang, bang, Fireworks galore
People running shouting ''WAR!!''
Innocent dying its, uncalled for
Families crying for their loved ones no longer more ...
Babies crying dont know, what for
Not knowing what's next instore
People walking with fear out the door
AND HERE I AM wanting TO shout!!!
''NO MORE!!!!...''
There's much more greater things instore
Than violence for sure,
Think of the kids for they are our future ...
Is this the kind of life you want for your child when he/she grows up
I don't think so... (O_o)
But I guess that's how it goes
When you live in a society where gangsters comes and goes...
One shot, one moment, what does that mean
Embody the new, or remain what is seen
Transcend the critics with the motive for green
What we concoct requisite is what we’re committed to
Destroyed or developed, that commitment defines you
Expend your time and suffuse your ambition
Talk with actions, so no one can’t listen
One shot, one moment, spotlight on you
Perambulated through scourges, dream come true
One shot, one moment, you prepared for this
While melancholy through life, one chance for bliss
But it embarks at that one shot, that one moment
So when you acquire yo chance, make sure you own it
Identity of the unknown,
Travels down a narrow road.
Misjudged and scared,
But he couldn’t hold….
Emotion from controlling,
The one thing in life he admired, and loved.
But it was taken away,
Within a single day,
He couldn’t withhold fear or depression.
So he used a weapon,
As an impression.
On that man, that very day.
He shot him then he turned away,
From life and love all at once.
He didn’t know what else to do,
And no one else had a clue.
Why he shot that man, that day
But he knows in every way.
He killed that man,
On that day.
Because his life was down the drain.
He made wrong choices,
Along the narrow road.
And with One Shot, his story was told.
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