Who is watching from out there
Would you listen if you care
You may not, cause anyway
No one counts on me to say
Hello there, how do you feel
Must I wonder what’s the deal
But your constant silence, man
Makes it hard to get your plan
What’s the great idea to hide
Hibernating there outside
And inside of me as well
Bless with heaven your old hell
Give me something in return
Something positive to learn
But no suffer and no grief
These old trials I achieved
And I find them bad enough
Please no more of this bleak stuff
And those power drunk who rule
Trigger happy, playing cool
If you can, take them away
To whatever place you may
For I’m helpless without you
And it does seem overdue
To reveal if you’re out there
Still provide a little care
Cause in case you are retired
It’s a saddest joke they wired.
someone attempts to cheat us
to protect ourself is alright
but how do we react
is the question
can we embrace
oozing compassion
or are we trigger happy
seething with burning rage
Memorial days of when my mind was clear as rain. Back then I did not feel so
Elementally insane. I used to whip up a poem in minutes and smile like a
Neuromental trigger happy woman. Then, as years went by I noticed the
Tell tale signs of aging and slowing. Stress settled in as life changed and
A virus spread through the land. I swallowed my fears and continued to
Love, live and laugh but something had changed. Me... My mental health...
MEDITATE ON THE GOOD THINGS IN LIFE, IT WILL HELP YOU STAY FOCUSED :)
Healthy is the man and woman who digs her own garden or grave, I say
Enlist in the power of heavenly beings and do your very best. Life is
A series of battles, lift your sword on high and don't let the devil win.
Learn to live with what you have and find strength and comfort in the
Truth. Mental health is pliable, it can break it can heal, it can change.
Help is there if you ask for it. You are not alone, so share your story...
TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOUR MENTAL HEALTH, YOU ONLY HAVE ONE MIND !!!
In Love And Light,
Your Mystic Rose
When the barrel speaks,
crimson thoughts
are expressed non-verbally
Scarlet tones
perforate the air
with ballistic shrieks
Coroner syntax
are arranged in morgue sentences
of alphabetical autopsies
When the barrel speaks,
violent desires
are sated in silencer reverie
Blue steel fiery emotion
be coldly exclaimed
by stained tongues trigger happy
Solemn whispers
is the universal language
spoken with rigor mortis affinity
4-19-21
Things put into perspective,
As reminders come around,
Memories that touch us,
As we tread the hallowed ground.
Photo albums capture,
Things that then seemed nothing much,
But trigger happy thoughts in minds,
our lives, how they did touch.
Of course there’s always sadness,
Cos they can’t be with us now,
reflect upon the impact,
They had on our lives and how.
A metaphoric candle,
That today for him is lit,
And his life’s contribution,
Proved he did more than his bit.
So as you raise a glass tonight,
Remember all you had,
Thoughts conveyed of a special man,
Here’s to a precious dad.
Love died last night and I hadn't a clue
that the smoking gun was held by you.
You covered your tracks with alibi's
and dirty, rotten, low down lies.
Whilst I was serious, you were having fun,
and it was you who held the smoking gun.
The corpse of our romance lies in the gutter,
cut down in its prime by a trigger happy nutter.
You promised that this time it was for real,
and I fell, like a fool, for your crooked deal.
Your cheating ended my winning run,
and it was you who held the smoking gun.
Our love died and was buried yesterday,
when loads of mourners came to pray.
They offered condolences and said its a shame,
but that you sure knew how to play the game.
The juries out and my trials are done,
'cause it was you who held the smoking gun.
Now your wanted poster's all over town,
for the death of a poor unsuspecting clown.
Whose only crime was falling head over heels,
with a cold hearted, scheming woman who deals.
But now I'm much happier just chasing the sun,
and all you have is a smoking gun.
“Black Cherry Mustang”
Torn jeans
blood stilettos
black cherry mustang
The Getaway’s
goin’ down
heaven’s a sin
with
Coyote
howlin'
sensually pluckin'
away at her cello strings
astride his highway
she speeds
free on the 66
leaves fallin’ from
all the witherin'
passed-by trees
Truth ... ;)
passin'
between
her lips
smooth for a player
with a velvet tongue
thirsty for somethin'
smiles passionate
her familiar
howlin' daemon
with a smokin’ hot
loaded gun
dealin' sweet kisses
like Jack O' Diamonds
his swift need cuttin'
slow 'n deep
sharp as a knife
freein' a heart and
the tight ropes within
she comes undone
Love’s a forgotten
darker
psychological
need
Black Cherry Mustang
The Getaway’s
goin’ down
heaven’s a sin
thy will be done
one hand
on her wheel
his kingdom
to come
the other one
trigger happy
changin' up
Coyote’s chargin' revelations
drivin' in his
hot rays she feels
a new story
become
she’s sittin’ in the
driver’s seat
shinin' in his
cool blue skies'
Smilin'
Sun
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
We all went to Swansea
To see the University
We had a nice lunch by the sea
In a place called Langland Brasserie
And later that same afternoon
We got back to our hotel room
I settled down for a nice kip
While the girls enjoyed a poolside dip
I was having such a lovely sleep
Till sirens ripped me from the deep
Those intermittent bells so shrill
Another bloody fire drill
With bleary eyes and fuzzy brain
Got to my feet and took the strain
And feeling every aching joint
I headed to the meeting point
Not being such a sprightly fella
I filled up with a pint of Stella
For a trigger happy fire alarm
Can sap your strength and do you harm.
I took the lift back to our floor
Got to our room and locked the door,
And saw, through all these fun and games
That Notre Dame was up in flames
Since the first bomb blast in my town,
I began talking to winds in strange languages.
Since bayonets had been replaced by rapist-soldiers,
I started building tin-nests on tall branches.
Since bullets became drunk with madness of
Trigger happy men in uniform, I have exiled
My death to another place where love only
Does the killing, where I could die sweetly,
With no feelings of hatred or revenge.
And to bring me back to the land of hypocrites,
Mothers denuded themselves in the market-place,
In broad daylight, and a sister of mine fasted for years,
Only to be discarded as a torn flag after electoral mandates.
Since my kid brother disappeared, without reasons
Or questions,
I keep looking at mirrors, searching for his face which Blurred away in cliched identity cards of a nation,
Where my vers libre floats in void spaces,
Like a stringless kite.
She was fleeing from work,
That day was different,
The crocodile had lost its tail;
Soldiers had to find it for him,
Trigger happy soldiers set loose
There was no urban control,
The plebiscite was being stolen
In the delayed announcement
The presumed learned had lost their brains;
I want to know the soldier that shot my wife,
She came home lifeless
With a bullet wound.
I woke up in a Spaghetti Western
Not sure how this happened to me
Standing on the dusty streets of Laredo
With six desperado's down the street
I gazed off to my left
As a tumbleweed went tumbling by
There was a dog howling in the distance
With an odd sheen to the Western sky
Can't say I wasn't trigger happy
With my hand inching towards my gun
Still wondering how it is I appeared here
In this B-movie Western
Women and children were running for cover
They knew what was soon to go down
Truth is you can expect nothing less
When you live in a Spaghetti Western town
Pecos Bill was the first to draw
As I shot him between the eyes
Want you to know I took no pleasure in
Watching the other five die
As I rode off into the sunset
The credits behind me rolled
How I woke up inside of this movie
Is a mystery I will never know
Have Been Trigger Happy
Has been know to have a horse named Trigger;
Actually is happy because his horse is bigger;
A blatant lie,
Will pass by;
Was ticked off after being bitten by a chigger.
Jim Horn
Leaver it up to chiggers and tics.
When she picked up her first gun,
she felt sheer exhilaration
When she took the first shot,
she felt supreme elation
She craved caressing the cold power
in her hand
She loved pressing the trigger
again and again
Metal ****** was better than human
Trigger happy ...
99 luft balloons
Hair trigger emotions
sing a gravedigger tune
Anger her and she will flat blast you;
try to pleasure her,
and she’ll disdainfully tell you
what her gun lover can do
Trigger happy ...
the aroma of gunsmoke
makes her smile,
and tingle inside so much
Hair trigger reactions,
911 millimeter response bolt action
Her hero lover is too hot to touch
She covets unleashing the smoking power
with either hand
She loves pressing the trigger
again and again and again
Paragon of virtues in not here
All there is are jests
Reapers of fruits of sorrow
Apologists of denied rights
Givers of plateful of tears
Oedipus creatures of tragedy
Notorious angels of piracy
Over-seers of dangling diabetic bellies
Fire- fighters against free conscience
Virtue is scarce as rain in Sahara
In praise of folly is preoccupation
Royalty shifting to trigger-happy kids
The schooled not educated yet
Unless Spirit of God descends
Electra, Oedipus beings shall prosper
Scary ghost land homeland postures
Cold and still, motionless
unless you caress its rapid fire.
Swaddled in an old fleece jacket
stained with pellets of sweat;
suppressed in darkness, weeping some say.
Restricted freedom and tears
bonded together barely by passionate rage.
A caged door open to a bird not willing to fly
without being coached into the sun.
A lifetime failing to rise above tortured circumstances;
concealed and loaded with enough artillery
to blast through mountainous rocks holding dreams captive
while listening to elevator music.
Anticipating the chance to advance
and prove to the world its worth and power;
secretly feeling small and empty,
surrounded by a pulse and heartbeat
and a world of knowledge and sadness.
Standing in a long line of trigger happy masters
eager to kill with words.
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