CrosshairsA Poem by RobinEthology - part II
hear that sound ?
blood from ruptured ears
primal drumming
red-eyed rage richocets
do-gooders dodging
smith and wesson punctuation
inside question marks and lies
its the sound of one brick snapping
a corner stone mortar wash out
its called the limit -
how far ?
how deep ?
how much !!!
its anger hovering
over the button of no return
how hard !
how quick !
split hair trigger
middle fingering
quick draw tempers
"rage is the rage"
its the door man spitting on sidewalks
the blame game dealt in one suit
of studs and queens
spinning
its a dreamland in quicksand
sucker punch poets
peeling sleepless nocturnes
a cataclysmic chorale
shadow casting on deaf walls
archvillains typecast in lead
broken glass and bad luck
a showdown at last call
hit pause
listen
Id what it is
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Added on March 31, 2011Last Updated on April 1, 2011 Tags: what can i say ., Hate is ugly . Humans AuthorRobinCAAboutI am a man , I breathe nature , I listen to the stars , I speak dream , music is my life blood , my words pour from my heart . I observe , my hands express . Feel my words , look as deeply into yo.. more..Writing
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