Guns and knives are for coward’s pens are for me, you can beat me down to a ****** pulp my bruises and my scars will fade weapon of words is all I need. My breath will lead you to a trail of darkness of the hall way broken lights from your weeping mind and your sinking heart falling to the abyss, a pain of fiery flames way beyond measure of your imagination begging with desperation for a different ending. My words will curse you haunt your dreams for all internally emotions of guilt and sins feed my starvation stomach those who will bow down before me. Like political peoples,  speakers, dictators, and of course presidents  who choose their words wisely with there lies in the air making  fools believe whatever they want them to hear, so who need guns and knives when words are the most powerful weapons in all of mankind.

**By Jacob Cuadro

Once a long time ago I remember it all,
As if your words were etched into my skin...
I remember your words,
Your vicious twisted laugh
Sending me spinning into a forgotten void.

Your words were your weapons
Tearing at my ****** skin,
Ripping my heart into millions of pieces.
Not the daughter you ever wanted,
A mistake was all you ever thought of.

Your eyes were like two black vortex's
Draining every inch of hope from my once glimmering daydreams.
You ripped my world in two
Leaving me to dye among the fallen leaves of autumn.
Of course you never cared.

I am the daughter
You would gladly watch die!

You are still keeping heavy arms,
You did not stop explosive devastations,
The earth is clamings trials – not once,
Have troubled vital forces for whole nature,

United Nations orders been ignored,
Intrudes feeling free for invasions,
Increasing wars revising what agreed,
Incoming time inclining independence,

Indifference for all asleep,
Discourage poll possessions intentions,
Remaining backwards countrys in need,
Would left among nations in faceless,

Despite foggy announcements on stand,
Among the stars would shine the planet,
Don’t leave your children on the sand,
And face cold judgments for a wild,

Pretending for the future bright,
Its hard to watch hearts children crying,
Forgiveness doesn’t have a chance,
Missed way to all the human kind

If there were no bad beings in this world,
There will be no need for weapons...

Why do we not scrap
this barbaric idea
that keeps us all in fear
The price so very dear
Is it not so very clear
We must reject this
stupid idea  

Sorry it escapes me
but how does having
Nuclear weapons make
the world a safer place
Does that mean if we all
have them the world would
be a completely safe space  

Why does our search for
peace always involve
humiliating an enemy
Destroying their dignity
alienating them completely
Can we not learn a more
compassionate intelligent
social ingenuity

If you could smell evil
we would surely pong
As we breath dreaded a
threat of global destruction
Spreading our fears
like raindrops many tears
As we arrogantly court with
pain and extermination  

Let us learn that peace
is not something you
****** on an enemy.
But can only be built
on many small
steps of trust
And by dropping our
power greed blood lust  

100 Hiroshima's sleep
within a Nuclear sub
To awake a single one
would be a calamity
So lets protect all of humanity
And regain back our sanity
By rejecting this path of vanity  

Every new journey towards
hope starts with one little
brave step in trust.
So let us take that step now and
support nuclear disarmament.

Let's ban beer,
Expel wine,
Prohibit whiskey.

Let's banish ****,
Curse smokes,
Relegate ***.

Drive off knives,
Expatriate guns,
Deport bullies and fists.

Let's ward off the devine,
And the ghosts,
And those who think
They're holy sons;
In any or all
Religions.

Let's proclaim a holy war,
A jihad, if you wish,
Crusade against what
Makes us human,
And live in boring bliss.

Silence rages
Like the perfect storm
Ceasing breath, sound and substance
Yet, even the silence can't stop
The heart from beating
Nor the weight of hurt felt
Wish to God silence could cease
The sound of words wielded
As weapons,  piercing tips,
Tongues heavy anvils...drop
Sinew torn with intent,
Hopes even, to crush bone
Quiet sad the state of things when
Pleasure is derived from open mockery
Exposure of faults, failings and wrongs
I never was one for
Modern day entertainment
Arrogance paraded on a
Foundation built on self alone
Simply thought a semblance of comfort
Would be found in seeing her words
Her thoughts, a window to her world
Alas, again I'll put pen to paper
Baring my soul, setting free the burden
Eliminating the presence
That sparked it all...mine
Knowing some amends can't be made
I welcome the silence and pray to forget
Erasing it completely...delete
K. Turnage

K.Turnage
3-4-2015

load your bullets
in the firing chamber
and they'll fly
from your lips,
ricochet and lodge
past the scarce armor
of my ribcage
into this glass heart of mine
     let my insecurities bleed out
                         don't staunch the flow

pierce my skin
with the shards of my heart
end my misery,
squeeze the trigger
with practiced ease
     breathe in,
          breathe out
               breathe in,
                    breathe out

                             *(you'll find another victim
                              downrange of you)

An axe.
A sword.
The horse
He rode.

A bow.
An arrow.
His heart
of sorrow.

His armour
and shield
in the
battlefield.

That loss of
breath.
His comrade's
death.

Weapons did
clash.
Decisions were
rash.

Heavy was His
head
with all the
bloodshed.

Years were
spent
till the war's
end.

He returned finally
to his love.
Looked towards the sky
there flew a dove.

Why was Adolf ****** so powerful? Why was Martin Luther King Jr. Powerful? Why is the Devil powerful? Because they have the three most powerful weapons known to man. ****** used Fear. The mind was in panic, and didn't know where the monster was, or what it was. Martin Luther King Jr. used hope. The example of a better tomorrow. A chance to destroy the very evil walking among the earth. The Devil uses Temptation. To make you think one drink, one pill, one shot, one try, is only harmless; But in the end, he killed you, without even laying a finger on you. To have the most powerful weapons doesn't require physical objects. It requires the mind's powerful side of the brain. Fear, hope, and temptation.