My love your words are knives
Broken arrows impaled in my side

Who are they killing?
These human beings running away from themselves
and away from those we love;
and away from those who leave us;
By choice we choose to love
and hate at the same time
For no love is so great it can strangle flames;
For no human being is so great he can change the world;
But it is quite so possible to bomb away,
anyway
At great heights,
we push buttons and exterminate millions
And it wasn’t our fault,
but the machine
The machine is our great deceiver and the machine
is what we feed with black gold
Black gold, at the bottom of oceans and
mixed with
blood
on battlefields

Who do they keep killing?
For their love of people, they ****
They **** reflections of their own families and friends
The cruel game of war
We love and hate
and we love to hate
and we
hate distances
but we create so much distance as if
the machine; air planes; bombs and knives
could destroy our bodies
At the end
we dread those distances
Those distances are ways to death and ways to die
We hated those distances
in the end;
we regret the moments of breath we didn’t
share
in fear of being rejected
When we run away from each other
We hate each other
And we love to play the game of
forgiveness and pain

Open up and love people
even when they are rejecting you
Because that’s just our
nature
Because war is in our nature
Because we should see the flickers of right and wrong
Because we should stop
before we start
killing one another
like small soldiers
Falling,
and never
coming back to us
Read the last lines backwards
That could be us

**07.07.14

An Easter message from Heaven above,
Let's give each other "Weapons of Love",
What, you ask, are Weapons of Love?
Easy, smiles to turn the other cheek,
Dedicating our lives, work for Peace,
Sound social truths to be consistency,
Kindness for repricocity,
Real liking for all chicks and dudes,
Tolerance in our attitudes,
All bigotry to be scarcity,
Yes, kindness for repricocity,
Guidance from Heaven above,
A few good "Weapons of Love."

My shadow up and left me
He took off along the walls
Then he leapt out of the third floor window
He did, I watched him fall

He scurried through the grass
Blackening the blades to gray
And he didn't even say goodbye
Or turn to me to wave

I watched him dart between the trees
Make way for the horizon
And the weirdest part about it
Was the group that formed behind him.

Shadows came from everywhere
And gathered at his back
And now I'm worried- are those weapons?
Are they planning an attack?

And where the hell have I been?
When the hell did they plan this?
My ******* SHADOW is the leader
of a ShadowPocalypse?!

This really hit me hard, how
I must be oblivious
My shadow's in a gang,
What kind of person misses this??

Now my shadow is the Pied Piper
Of shadows in the land
And I'm just here like "what the **** just happened?"
....Well, good luck with your plans...

It waits
for the exact moment
to lunge at its prey
hidden in the ferns and fauna
fangs like butcher knives
lodged deep in its throat
a gurgling sound is heard
through the dark shot of brush
whistling the trembling leaves.
And there’s not one or two,
but three of them, crouched low
so near to me that I can hear
their heavy reptilian nostrils
breathing in and out
they are my nightmares
ready to devour
but I am not scared
because they are only vicious creatures
in a dream
and I am a dinosaur wrangler
and I know what I’m doing.

Her long, flowing, black hair
sways in the autumn breeze

silence speaks, she is silent

a lonely bullet lays in the chamber
her hands rest gingerly on the guard
her fingers snuggle the trigger

The leaves blow, the poppies bloom
and the grass stands still....

her eyes gaze and wonder....

the enemy is in her cross-hair
silent speaks....

The bullet whispers to the wind....