Sometimes I feel like my skull is still soft and impressionable
And when I press my palms into my temples
My head becomes long
Like the kid who just ate his first warhead
I close my eyes and see the floor through the dancing shapes in my eyelids
I want to escape to the darkness
Where every moment feels like the relief after taking my hands off my head
And I can’t quite see the shapes clearly but I can feel them
Like warm shadows that shift around me
It’s right because the wind moves the trees and the trees move the street lamp glow
The shafts freckle the sidewalk
And move gracefully
Categories:
warhead, senses,
Form: Free verse
watch the images dance.
$19.95 for do it all designer genes.
Engineer for a healthier life
don’t forget it’s a great meat tenderizer
as well as a thermal nuclear warhead.
Surf the digital channels
transcend the matrix in nanoseconds
get caught in the web of world wide damnation
the information age
the information rage
were knowledge is power
power is for the insane
greed for the masses;
Fury for the masses
Mine junk, candy for the brain,
sink into the lives of the media s dirty drain.
Fury for the masses!
See justice become a freak show
in the minds of the meek
at the global media circus,
see an orange demagogue rise to power, fame!
See the murderer walk
or the execution of victims.
See an not-so-innocent dark man
Inflame a nation to change.
Rage the Masses.
See a serial killer talk
about the abuse of his toy train.
Driven him insane, deranged!
Made millions on the rights
or
see violence for violence
see the guns explode
see the The Drugs flow
see the decay of the world
in all its technicolor gore.
Fury for the Masses…
Categories:
warhead, addiction, allegory, america, anger,
Form: Free verse
Russia has indefensible missiles
that can carry a nuclear warhead.
And climate change triggers bells and whistles,
for future predictions look bad, filled with dread.
Kim Jong-un has built a nuclear bomb
threatening to nuke the United States.
And ISIS kills in the name of Islam,
thriving in the shadows of our misstates.
While the free world’s led by President Trump,
allies are insulted and potentates kissed.
And the market's heading into a slump
that's sure to place poverty on this list.
Today’s spicy news bits are food for thought
should these fail to frighten, I’ve got a lot.
(Sonnet)
Jan. 3, 2019
Categories:
warhead, 12th grade, angst, anxiety,
Form: Sonnet
Playing is fun
Exciting, desirable, leisurely
I learned years ago that
Playing with love is a dangerous pastime
Once it finds you
Love is no longer a game
Playing with love was like
A cat and mouse game
Suddenly- it is caught by surprise
Something unexpected
A mystery
A lingering
It simmers and never leaves
Six years have passed
What was a game
Turned out to be something else
It waits in the back of my mind
Like a sweet and sour warhead candy
Leaving me undeniably wanting more
And all I ever wanted was to play
It's time to rearrange the pieces
And put the board back in the box
Love is not a little sweet thing to nibble on
Love is not a game to set up and to break the rules
Love isn't meant to be played like a game
Love inspires truth
Categories:
warhead, america, appreciation, bible, boyfriend,
Form: Epic
There is no end to a cold war
But nobody thinks about that
North Korea has a warhead
And is run by a foolish young brat
We kicked ourselves in our ass so hard
Everyone is wearing a new hat
and why would any one care for
a country lead by a lying old rat
Are we all lost in a pipe dream
That won't end without a loud scream
Our enemies picked who we vote for
We don't learn very much from a war
Our children are shot down in our own schools
as our congress gets paid by the NRA
making everyone of us fools
Maybe if it was one of there own kids
Assault rifles will all go away
Categories:
warhead, anger, conflict, grief, political,
Form: Lyric
This emptiness inside is absurdly loud
And it rings in my ears so I do not sleep
It's the thought of you
My memory
Which is surely fogged by now
I chose to remember your safe, loving arms
Somehow drowning out the iciness in which you abandoned me
I feel you looking at me
Accusing me
I could've tried a little harder
I didn't understand your pain
You have crippled my heart
Unfair as you had always been I suppose
I unlocked myself to you
And you gobbled me up
I never saw which direction you had come from
Once loving, my eternal friend
Never wanting to see your likes again
As I lay awake you are there
And you speak to me
Will you move along?
You, I blame, for such dysfunctional sleep
You, I blame, for taking my capacity to love with you
You were my knight
But you are sick now so am I
Categories:
warhead, angst,
Form: Free verse
It was a forties erectile dysfunction scare,
The home had become a war zone,
The warhead was damaged;
The wife was breathing fire,
Auntie Google pointed to Aloe Vera
For remedy with little side effects.
I picked one thorny leaf on the side road,
Squashed it into my water bottle;
Ooops, what a thorny taste,
I soldiered on, I had to be restored;
I kept on sipping.
I was back on track without counting;
Sunrises nor sunsets.
My diamond warhead is back
The wife ululated, what is your secret?
What a wonderful sign!
Now I smear it on my face,
On my arms, upper body,
Soon it will be the whole body;
What a glow,
Got the women staring;
You got a nice fragrance;
One whisphered the night last,
I polish my shoes with it;
Dust sits on them with a grudge.
An ode to Aloe Vera,
The miracle thorny leaf,
Just add water.
Walk in my bedroom,
You see my funny looking water bottle,
Never despise it!
Categories:
warhead, health,
Form: Alexandrine
Ho, ho, ho,
I don't think so,
'Tis the season,
Nope, I'll give the reasons.
Is it Christmas
When Santa Claus is indicted for murder,
Peace and love are in the air,
But it's hidden by the ozone layer.
The Northern Star,
Sounds like a new warhead,
And as for the Three Wise Men,
They're definitely not in the White House.
The one dreaming of a White Christmas
Is your local junkie,
Even Hanukkah
Has become 8 days a week.
Merry Christmas,
But don't stress the former,
Because even the Virgin Mary
Is on the pill.
(12/84)
Categories:
warhead, chanukah, christmas, holiday,
Form: Free verse
I'm in a building made with concrete ceilings and walls caked thick with layers of decades old dust and littered with unfulfilled promises and broken pieces of past failures
The manacles on the wall look so dark and looming
A skeleton falls to break the burden of silence
Like a man finally falling under a cross that's become too heavy to carry
I can see so clearly in the dark its a frightening truth that speaks so clearly to my heart
In the future if humans want too survive they must evolve
I know every nook and cranny of these three stories
I tell this story under my breath in an undertone as evils press me into a corner
I can see the light of their eyes glowing in the dark
searching my soul for any signs of weakness
They feed on fear but there is no fear in me
Because Love drives fear away
They're like my fellow classmates in a classroom observing the respect my voice commands as the power of my voice is like the tip of a warhead sitting on my lips
as a land mass the size of a continent breaks off the ice shelf
Categories:
warhead, baptism, funeral, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Savory watermelon, sour apple
My taste buds arouse at the thought
Of the unimaginable experience to come
The sweetest sensation to conquer my mouth
I can't wait to open the wrapper
Sweets in the suite for me
The lobby was fully of these tiny eats
A lady even offered one to me
A warhead I was warned never to meet
Their taste too sour to even remotely please
Too late I swallowed it with ease
It was the wrong decision indeed
That's the last of those I'll ever see
No more candy in the suite for me
Categories:
warhead, candy, childhood, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Security Breaches at USA Nuclear Missile Base
By Elton Camp
In Montana, Malmstrom Air Force base
To keep Minuteman missiles is the place
Each is tipped with a nuclear warhead
That can cause many folks to be dead
Since they can be instantly fired
Each is in a silo and a guard hired
Yet, a relentless invader’s got inside
Digging a tunnel he has been spied
Under silo’s protective fences he will go
Damages roads, fences, cables we know
Barriers to tunnels have been erected
However, they didn’t work as expected
The invaders continued to come on in
There seemed no way security could win
Laboratory tests have shown a new way
It will undergo tests at the base any day
Its success still remains to be seen
But security guards are feeling keen
Perhaps they will soon be sure
That the missiles are secure
These ground squirrels can’t dig
When the new barriers they rig
Thus the rodents no longer can
Come near to the Minuteman
Categories:
warhead, humor,
Form: Rhyme
War
War cry in warfare
Warhead on one head
Warpath in wartime
Warlike wallop war-weary
War weapon wean the public weal
Weal and woe welding worst
Will-o-the wisp in willows
Will is wick lighten it whorl
Burn itself
Worst
Action to
Retaliate
Is war
War a wildfire in present world
War wile to win wistfulness
War wishful thinking a witty wound
War is like crescent
If it left for fourteen
Wild is wide to worth
Wall on your own
Terror in your weeps
Old war, sojourn
In new war
Missile miss it mark, melting on masses
Mistake that met it missions
Monkey face of war makes man military
Hot war, wanton war
Lull in lurk
War is lullaby
One soldier sobs the nation.
Categories:
warhead, Lullaby, war,
Form: Lyric