bratt-m-jones - Hello Poetry

No matter the hour, from windows night is smoky lilac. Every bright spot in the distance a pair of eyes menacing. They approach innocently enough as if fireflies waltzing. When close, eyes again, nefarious seeping from shadow, Chucks "murdered out" steel hearts black as death, no, no, I mean black as evil. They cross from one side of an alley to the other silent like dreaming, now into backyard of a house that in the dark appears like a hunch shoulder minion overseeing... Down the throat of the gangway, At the mouth of gangway They appear, hands raising, with cold shiny institutions, take aim, but above barrels opening. Hangs a sign like over a door that reads," leave all hope and dreams behind". I imagine inside this gun mindless, heartless, hopeless, locked behind bars, are children. I know they are there, bullets at the ready, then screaming and thunderous from barrel ablaze, now cooling and destroyed in the street, sea is pooling, rivulets of blood running like a river and then the smoke from the gun's barrel raising dancing fading .

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Aug 7, 2015

Aug 7, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC

bratt-m-jones

No!

No matter the hour, from windows night is smoky lilac. Every bright spot in the distance a pair of eyes menacing. They approach innocently enough as if fireflies waltzing. When close, eyes again, nefarious seeping from shadow, Chucks "murdered out" steel hearts black as death, no, no, I mean black as evil. They cross from one side of an alley to the other silent like dreaming, now into backyard of a house that in the dark appears like a hunch shoulder minion overseeing... Down the throat of the gangway, At the mouth of gangway They appear, hands raising, with cold shiny institutions, take aim, but above barrels opening. Hangs a sign like over a door that reads," leave all hope and dreams behind". I imagine inside this gun mindless, heartless, hopeless, locked behind bars, are children. I know they are there, bullets at the ready, then screaming and thunderous from barrel ablaze, now cooling and destroyed in the street, sea is pooling, rivulets of blood running like a river and then the smoke from the gun's barrel raising dancing fading .

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Across a gulf of houses planted in rows of streets some abandoned some flooding with life. I saw him, went straight for my ***** Then he in turn Shots sang out like call to prayer Foot chase, car chase, more shots, foot falls, and then Dead end, reload .357 Pointed at his chest In anger finger bites trigger- but suddenly gun squirms out of hand Tumbles to ground Lying there gun's cylinder disengages And pops open and five live bullets leap from that ***** One embeds its self in my foot " like ************ One batter Rams forehead Like a " told you so, Another impales my heart Like I'm accused of something horrendous Last two stab palms like a martyr a messiah and there I died like a constellation. It was the day all guns got fed up, said **** it, and revolted.

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Aug 4, 2015

Aug 4, 2015 at 9:58 AM UTC

bratt-m-jones

Killers

Across a gulf of houses planted in rows of streets some abandoned some flooding with life. I saw him, went straight for my ***** Then he in turn Shots sang out like call to prayer Foot chase, car chase, more shots, foot falls, and then Dead end, reload .357 Pointed at his chest In anger finger bites trigger- but suddenly gun squirms out of hand Tumbles to ground Lying there gun's cylinder disengages And pops open and five live bullets leap from that ***** One embeds its self in my foot " like ************ One batter Rams forehead Like a " told you so, Another impales my heart Like I'm accused of something horrendous Last two stab palms like a martyr a messiah and there I died like a constellation. It was the day all guns got fed up, said **** it, and revolted.

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I'm starting with u I'm saying a kiss Is a century I am saying Baby u r so ******* Beautiful that perchance Buildings glance They'd fall down A plane zooming Overhead would Drop from sky I'm saying I can't stop I am a ****** And escape is futile They've seen the aldermen about it Plastered every light post Every business owner's window Spray painted on the side of The fire house even scribbled In the bathroom stall Escape is futile I'm saying I am losing Touch with the hour I am saying u r a pile of ******* I'm saying u r a light bulb Above a chair ur a syringe In the vein A push of plunger And I can literally Feel the reverberations Off the walls of the needle From sirens passing thru Silhouetted by headlights Of police cars is me Running almost out of breath Straight into arms I'm saying I see u behind the wheel Your lips, mouthing, Escape is futile At the same instance Ripping at seams of my jeans To escape I'm saying please arrest My gun on a rampage Blowing tops off Church steeples Slaying little children At this hour I'd rest But I love u

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Aug 4, 2015

Aug 4, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC

bratt-m-jones

Untitled

I'm starting with u I'm saying a kiss Is a century I am saying Baby u r so ******* Beautiful that perchance Buildings glance They'd fall down A plane zooming Overhead would Drop from sky I'm saying I can't stop I am a ****** And escape is futile They've seen the aldermen about it Plastered every light post Every business owner's window Spray painted on the side of The fire house even scribbled In the bathroom stall Escape is futile I'm saying I am losing Touch with the hour I am saying u r a pile of ******* I'm saying u r a light bulb Above a chair ur a syringe In the vein A push of plunger And I can literally Feel the reverberations Off the walls of the needle From sirens passing thru Silhouetted by headlights Of police cars is me Running almost out of breath Straight into arms I'm saying I see u behind the wheel Your lips, mouthing, Escape is futile At the same instance Ripping at seams of my jeans To escape I'm saying please arrest My gun on a rampage Blowing tops off Church steeples Slaying little children At this hour I'd rest But I love u

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With audacity. I arrived late at the terminal naked. Skycaps took my diminutive luggages away on skateboards. At the gate I vanished Then a moment later boarding the jet without feet. Take off. Is her reaching on tiptoes to kiss me. I'm so high aero plane crawls by like seconds The descent happens like falling asleep, landing like crashing and leaping awake. I'm departing the cabin of imagination down hallways, check in Pick up baggage Gone Approaching exit So cool like low riders A whole universe Materialize here Doors automatically Step back I'm gone In fits and terror I arrived like Astronauts A lover's letter I'm when pigs fly, Hell freezes over, I'm baby Jesus returned Two guns, fussin &fightin; I was so gone That for a moment I thought I was God!

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Aug 3, 2015

Aug 3, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC

bratt-m-jones

Untitled

With audacity. I arrived late at the terminal naked. Skycaps took my diminutive luggages away on skateboards. At the gate I vanished Then a moment later boarding the jet without feet. Take off. Is her reaching on tiptoes to kiss me. I'm so high aero plane crawls by like seconds The descent happens like falling asleep, landing like crashing and leaping awake. I'm departing the cabin of imagination down hallways, check in Pick up baggage Gone Approaching exit So cool like low riders A whole universe Materialize here Doors automatically Step back I'm gone In fits and terror I arrived like Astronauts A lover's letter I'm when pigs fly, Hell freezes over, I'm baby Jesus returned Two guns, fussin &fightin; I was so gone That for a moment I thought I was God!

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Surrealism gone Awry Watch, I open my skull on pneumatic hinges,you must have a hungry compulsion to peer inside and see the steamy tomato soup. There is a certain blasphemy in believing. See the dictator swill Avalanche in his mouth. By decree the narcotics language of surrealism states, that in the hierarchy of apples Those closest to the sun murmur the sweetest, and in dreams the diabolical devil is obliged to meet you, but a committee of angels will arrive with Uzis loaded with enthusiasm... In time! Surrealism is the proprietor Of flowers fervently whirling like dervishes until... It is a place where I narrate lovers melting like pennies at the sight of each other, where home appliances long for your touch. My fetish is my imagination, wild, wild imagination extravagant as your birth child, Gaudy and beautiful like a coach built Cadillac by Saoutchick. Where everything utter is true. Welcome wide eyed wonder To my simple things, Fuel injected heart Needle and thread Enameled soul made from a French mind Small animal pelts and bones for superstition German precision With the eye of a Xerox machine. So one emphatically dream Emphatically live Emphatically believe everything uttered is true.

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Aug 3, 2015

Aug 3, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC

bratt-m-jones

Surrealism gone Awry

Surrealism gone Awry Watch, I open my skull on pneumatic hinges,you must have a hungry compulsion to peer inside and see the steamy tomato soup. There is a certain blasphemy in believing. See the dictator swill Avalanche in his mouth. By decree the narcotics language of surrealism states, that in the hierarchy of apples Those closest to the sun murmur the sweetest, and in dreams the diabolical devil is obliged to meet you, but a committee of angels will arrive with Uzis loaded with enthusiasm... In time! Surrealism is the proprietor Of flowers fervently whirling like dervishes until... It is a place where I narrate lovers melting like pennies at the sight of each other, where home appliances long for your touch. My fetish is my imagination, wild, wild imagination extravagant as your birth child, Gaudy and beautiful like a coach built Cadillac by Saoutchick. Where everything utter is true. Welcome wide eyed wonder To my simple things, Fuel injected heart Needle and thread Enameled soul made from a French mind Small animal pelts and bones for superstition German precision With the eye of a Xerox machine. So one emphatically dream Emphatically live Emphatically believe everything uttered is true.

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Loves begins like punched in teeth What am I saying, once in a while It starts, helicopter escapes. No, thus love began in a Shoot out serval building Going up suddenly in flames People running and wailing Then love down pours a storm Of hammers. No her kisses Chainsaws on rampages It's going to take u straight Out of a door right into A clutch of alligators, a Assembly of Uzis Cocked and singing Your arrival But baby, I'm coming back, I'm going back in time to The Moment I saw her, melted To a bright plastic spot Right before her eyes. Have u ever seen a villain Made of broken hearts Construct a terminator Of this heart a cyborg Of destruction Armed electric Gatling gun I'm coming for that *** Love!!!!!!!!

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Aug 3, 2015

Aug 3, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC

bratt-m-jones

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Loves begins like punched in teeth What am I saying, once in a while It starts, helicopter escapes. No, thus love began in a Shoot out serval building Going up suddenly in flames People running and wailing Then love down pours a storm Of hammers. No her kisses Chainsaws on rampages It's going to take u straight Out of a door right into A clutch of alligators, a Assembly of Uzis Cocked and singing Your arrival But baby, I'm coming back, I'm going back in time to The Moment I saw her, melted To a bright plastic spot Right before her eyes. Have u ever seen a villain Made of broken hearts Construct a terminator Of this heart a cyborg Of destruction Armed electric Gatling gun I'm coming for that *** Love!!!!!!!!

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Theme Muzik Drums beating Echoing in the Forrest Like a thousand heart beats U r Africa U r America U r pagan Traveling legs Packed into your journey Whiplashed with kisses Unfurl your monarch wings And become a miracle In those foot falls Is a testimonial The story begins Calligraphy walking In the desert Writes upon Blood of imagination. Spaceship, ninja, dragon race whip All the pertinent deaths happen in sequence Charging the the line of firing assault rifles Taking on shape is the storm Sated completed with Kung fu lighting arms Roiling clouds inside eyes tornados leaping From lips cussin' in thunder Take love by force and keep it *** shaking, ******* on sidewalks In theme muzick

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Aug 3, 2015

Aug 3, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC

bratt-m-jones

Theme Muzik

Theme Muzik Drums beating Echoing in the Forrest Like a thousand heart beats U r Africa U r America U r pagan Traveling legs Packed into your journey Whiplashed with kisses Unfurl your monarch wings And become a miracle In those foot falls Is a testimonial The story begins Calligraphy walking In the desert Writes upon Blood of imagination. Spaceship, ninja, dragon race whip All the pertinent deaths happen in sequence Charging the the line of firing assault rifles Taking on shape is the storm Sated completed with Kung fu lighting arms Roiling clouds inside eyes tornados leaping From lips cussin' in thunder Take love by force and keep it *** shaking, ******* on sidewalks In theme muzick

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