#missiles
Missiles split the dark —
My city trembles and answers.
Thunder, then silence.
I will not turn away my eyes —
But my heart is pounding hard.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 9:41 PM UTC
far off
the jets are being gassed up
preping for launch
far off
the infantry train
in anticipation, for the battle sure to come
far off
the navy men scan the seas
waiting for a blip on the radar
far off
a marine is receiving shock training
and practicing what it is to be dead
far off
icbms with nuclear payloads are capped
their ignition sources itching for flight
far off
but not so much
Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 3:47 PM UTC
I meant to have life with
technology and medicine
but Strategic Missiles and Biological Warfare
tantalize my death.
My Modest Need To Keep Life Even Is Odd.
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 2:41 PM UTC
Humans engrossed in making missiles,
Signing deals for showing skills
Forgot masks while designing wheels.
And now its real, without ventilators
Reveals all the feel
And Make us repeal,
It isn’t the first time, of ordeal
and yet we don’t appeal
for the freel.
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 3:53 PM UTC
The general loved missiles.
He got a tattoo of one.
A big super-duper boom stick.
Boeing MX Peacekeeper ICBM.
Ten MIRV'd 335 kiloton warheads.
City killers on our heathen ****** enemies.
The inker moaned like a boiler.
Huffing and puffing.
You represent evil.
You're the military industrial complex.
You're gonna wipe us all out.
And a dozen more rants.
The general sat there.
Listening and getting his tat.
Why didn't you say no, son?
You never had to do my tattoo?
What you represent is madness.
All that firepower, aimed at Russia.
Well son, that's the way the world works.
They aim their SS20s at us.
It's all madness.
Nice tattoo by the way.
I'll remember you when Reagan orders me
to order my boys to push the red button.
Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 12:34 AM UTC
Well, it's been a prolific day (literally)
nothing left to prose, or say
an imagination, run-a-way
witnessed here, today
Don't judge me cuz I squawk
it's simply how, I walk
rhyming, with my talk
chuckin politic, kinda rock
Of love and dogs I'll speak
and missiles hitting peaks
cuz, if it's art you seek
with some tongue, and cheek
I'll try not to sour your read
or with my words, too plead
wake up and smell, the feed
the world is deep, in need
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 1:46 PM UTC
Caught in a stupor
Of old fashion fake news
Russia, Russia, Russia
Democracy has the blues
War machine, big earnings
No question how far
Or why...
Third world citizen
Your human rights
Have subversively
Been denied
The missiles fly, from silos
deep beneath the ground
East Asian sentiments
can a North Korean frown?
The missiles wait, in silos
under desert sands
Iranian the anger
they will, and they can
People, just a resource
expendable, it's true
I'm sorry, most don't understand
there are no precious, few
Neocons' warmonger
War is coming, not maybe
We oil the jaws of the war machine
And feed it with our babies..
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 7:58 AM UTC
TRUMP AND NORTH KOREA
ARE YELLING FIRE AND BRIMSTONE
IF IT COMES TO WORLD CONFLICT
CAN AMERICA STAND ALONE
WILL PRESIDENT TRUMP ATTACK
IF NORTH KOREA ATTACKS GUAM
IT WOULD BE BETTER TO HAVE DISCUSSIONS
TO KEEP IT NICE AND CALM
WILL THE WORLD END AND
WILL WE SEE ANOTHER WAR
IF WE DO DESTRUCTION WILL COME
LIKE NEVER EVER SEEN BEFORE
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Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 10:48 PM UTC
We army crawl across the dirt and patches of dying grass.
Barely missing us, they passed.
Crawl to one smoldering, watching out for broken glass.
We thoroughly examine it.
The white of the missile contrasts against the dirt.
We hear their cackles.
I hear a familiar click.
I look up toward the deck.
Curiously, I watch a finger press the button of the bic.
From the corner of my eye, I see her mother's fingers flick.
Another missile heading our way.
"Watch out!" my cousin yells to make me alert.
But it was too late.
Why didn't I hear the familiar noise of it hitting the dirt?
I look down and see another cigarette burn a hole through my skirt.
I was too slow.
It was too quick.
Now my skirt is aglow.
Through her half-witted smile, smoke is blown.
I was only six,
They should have known.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 3:34 AM UTC
Army crawl through dirt
We are dodging the missiles
Oh no! I've been hit!
Cigarette burns, hole in my
skirt. Oh what a childhood!
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 3:06 AM UTC
It's time to enter a sleepless mind
The cogs and wheels spin and grind
I hear the whistles and the chimes
My head racing faster than a v8
Thoughts are larger than a U.S state
For my sleep I am ever so late
Clocks in my head, tick tocking
Side to side my head rocking
Chains pulling of the ship docking
Inside a war is going
Bullets and missiles a throwing
Explosions is all, lost for all knowing
Eternity lost in void of thought
Reminiscing on all I was taught
Consistent darkness you haunt
A sleepless mind is what I see
It is all I know how to be
So if don't you mind, come join me
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC