Revolvers Poems - Poems about Revolvers

...Under the brass sky of Iashy city, our steps dance in the night, Through dusty streets where old buildings hide forgotten stories, With beer mugs like ephemeral treasures in hands that tremble, Be......

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...Invasion Coming, coming, coming… The end, the end, the end… Alien entities catch your mind Your brain is gone. Your skull is empty Your brain sucked out from your head You don’t need a br......

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...He, I, died years ago, when history started and wrote manuscripts of its unsound flesh. Hark, behold His glory! Yet I was gone before the dusk of the first revered day. Even when they shot at s......

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...I am behind the large white wheel of an Oldsmobile. I am a page ripped from a Raymond Chandler novel. Clipped words curl close to my lips as hot as ash. Dreamy eyes are cold tonight, there will......

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...I know not why the universe is so vast, nor even why the die is not fully cast. It seems nothing is motionless or lies still, especially beyond earth's protected shield, which is God's protec......

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... "Tomorrow" I put my hand on your heart You put your hand on my heart A tender plot written in 3 lines Nothing said Nothing missed Nothing ......

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...A bend in the road They wait & have time to wait For the coming car & it´s occupants Unaware of their fate The same scene is about to be Played out on countless Other bends On countless other ......

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...Hold your horses, use all your resources and force your thoughts to not follow the course that stigma endorses. I figure I was sent to present a different style that you think is rap,......

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...Zhang Yiho is a "person of interest" Little is known about him He murdered his family in 1981 in Daqing, China, without the interest if his family had a moment mercy. Armed with rage First arme......

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...The bad love. Dragging luggage you unpack without permission in spaces that need air. Bad love. Allowing flowers to grow and then thrusting emotional thorns at one another. Wearing an armour of......

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...Translation of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private - 3 Dolores Huerta by T. Wignesan 3. Dolores Huerta aucun coq n’y annonce la reveille: les étudiants et les dirigeants des travailleurs fo......

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...007 On the train going west, a snooping man asked questions asking about other peoples but saying nothing about himself. I told him a tale so violent he paled and left at the next stop. Believ......

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...As the Earth revolves around its dear Sun So, too, do I revolve around my verse I understand not why the only one Who dares to read it wants to reimburse What they previously put in their purse ......

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...they say that there's a dance hall right beneath this lake of sawdust where underwater towns have gone astray and I can hear the harpies the bagpipes and I can smell the burning petals after ......

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...through the murky knottiness of hollow winter trees I saw the pale face of unseeing man who wasn't there through years that went by the candlelight is about to turn into fluid clay and wigs are p......

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