Short Misfired Poems
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B- Ballistics blast burst
O- Outbreak
O- Outbursts
M- Miss detonation Misfired
4/22/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
A sword thrust,
parried before it’s
finale;
a pistol misfired
aimed at;
my immortal thoughts
held at bay
by the;
a wasted life
wondering,
please my love,
for me;
AIM STRAIGHT
All the neurons that misfired,
all the synapses blocked and mired,
all the random thoughts and fears,
all the head-bumps through the years,
all of us, of humanity,
are just a nudge from insanity.
Shoved from my barrel
I only have one place to call home.
The body of my target.
I'm soaring
Screaming
But I don't know where to go
I fly into the nearest crevice of warmth
and embed myself there.
My work is done.
He misfired the gun.
.
Old old fireworks stored
Gave permission to use up...
Rocket misfired fire
Father Time is to love
As a breeze is to fire
It enkindles the great
Extinguishes the small
Swirls ashes into smoke
Drifting up like prayers
From some abandoned souls
Wounded by an arrow
Misfired from Cupid's bow
Smoke stings everyone's eyes
And tears become rainbows
Doomed to fade out of sight
Until we understand
That when it comes to love
We all get blown away . . . .
Form:
My mind is in a battle of its own.
My demons are taking over,
the fight is getting out of control.
But only my soul can help me thru this fear.
The battle of my mind,
isn't with swords or knives.
Its the battle to survive in my mind and my darkest deepest thoughts.
The painful battle has only just begun,
No amount of pills can undo the damage that has become.
My mind is a battlefield,
my demons have taken over.
My thoughts have misfired and they have all won.
She wrote poems that would have made Bukowski blush.
I read one once, and twice over again, the fourth time I was in love
With her best-friend, for which it was about, well, more so her friend's ... cat.
She got mad in a way that would have made Shelley gush
Out tears and run, run, run to the monster we make out of love.
Misguided, misfired, she missed my face, more so - She also had a ... cat!
She declared in a way that would have made anyone want to …
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