Don't go overboard
If you want to live, turn back
Sweep enough on chord.
I was caught
in a rumbling ricochet
I was stuck
In a stranger’s war
I was dust
In an old gold pocketwatch
But that won’t be me anymore
And I was tack
To an old, worn sailor
Watch me tumbling
Far overboard
I could never be one
to be favored
But that won’t be me anymore
How can you look at her like that?
The way she draws you with her eyes
Can pull you in like a static field
Bleeding you out.
Drench me in it,
make me cold.
I don’t care
It’s not me
It won’t be me anymore
ICT Supari killer I know I will be killed,
Holes inside my body & I will be drilled.
The bird in the tree
Singing so beautifully!
Does not sing for me
And yet, as witness
There’s no doubt I benefit
And am doubly blessed
By the notes that play
In delightful ricochet
I deflect your way!
Words are arrows and spears .
They spread courage ,insert fears .
Watch out what you say .
A shot bullet doesn't have back way .
Don't go around firing words.
A ricochet might kill you backwards .
October 1st 2021
How do I reach for something unreachable?
When guardian angels are tangled in harps of silent strings.
There are billions grasping in this same darkness.
In the blackest corner of the furthest stars.
What happened to all the dreams?
Of the ancients and the unborn beings.
Floating helpless in the endless ink.
Of an endless eight-ball ricochet.
An Unfortunate Ricochet
By Elton Camp
Armadillos can be quite the pest
In your yard, they’ll build a nest
The holes they make get big
As for delicious grubs they dig
Not all of them are disease free
A few can carry dreaded leprosy
A Georgia man gave one a whack
But the bullet went bouncing back
Through the house wall it went
In his mother-in-law, it was spent
To arrest him, there was no need
“It was an accident,” cops decreed
The next day, all you could hear
Were pistol shots, far and near
Every husband in the area around
Out shooting armadillos was found
(This is very loosely based on an actual event in Georgia)
Mere bits these bullets, so cold and gray
poison piercing's which the jaded heart conceals,
in the heady light of day good men reel
recalling these morbid missiles played.
Blood which hotly runs leads weaklings astray
bringing uncalled for blackness to congeal
oft in coddled, crimson, rivers most surreal
on pathways and walls, red ricochets.
Call back those loosed demons, wants, desires ...
become a brighter bit of coal transformed
a flaming diamond full of holy light,
'fore the bullets tear and youth expires,
praise not the bigot, brash and uninformed.
Be the truth which knows no ending, defy ...
for foul anger, hatred, violence, all underlie,
the crumpled wall, the tattered form, the child's sigh,
all poison piercing's guns and bullets buy.
Play not the shill for evil men who lie.
Let youth and fire... form facets.. for the right
and strengthen all that's growing in the light.
Caudate Sonnet
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volta line 9
*Inspired by "Scared Bullet" by The Scribe (Marlon Linton)
(you are)
ricochet
marble
in my heart
(lust)
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