"ballistics" poems
I woke up at 4 am
to the news of a mass shooting,
in Las Vegas.
It makes me sick,
that this is the kind of place
my kids will grow up in.
Now I just wonder,
has it always been this way?
When we were kids,
did our parents just cover our eyes,
and hide our face?
Or is all this ****
this negative energy,
the beginning of an America
that's far more sinister?
It will be hard,
but we have to fix it.
I refuse to let my kids grow up
worried about ballistics.
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 5:23 AM UTC
Let me frame this aimless persuasion to flame me right til the day I’m famous
Ignoramus, who is brainless, will be met with a death that’s painless
while the critics statistics are met with verbal ballistics
that due to rapid linguistics make her go
“that man’s ****
Undiscovered emanation of a wave
across the nation
will by false-
hoods
deci
mation
prove that
you can’t
best me
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 8:03 PM UTC
Used like beige callous entangled in our new desires
Castles built of vanity shroud the myre
As ballistics built to siege fuel the fire
Count the troops that serve you, and forget the others
Prepare your weaponry, we're fighting brothers
I burnt your churches and you sent your spies under covering
What god do you have now to relieve your suffering?
Forget all the holidays and the loving tales
Burn the book and set your navy sail
Guard yourselves with shields and chain mail
The years have dissolved hatred with sorrow
Casualties today have us looking for better tomorrows
We're too far in to declare peace, although all that is left is pieces
White flags are the only flags burning
And our nation's flags still folded at the creases
For our pride weighs more than our purpose
Although we're not proud of what we've done
This war has left us nothing but curses
And we've done enough damage to surface
From the deepening warcry of drums
But that sound will forever haunt me
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
Listen, I’m throwing hands like sonny Liston cause money glistening
Mommies whispering, that’s funny business
Ye. I put you on my **** list, dude got me twisted
From downtown, when I wrist it
Ballistics saying that these people shouldn’t of risked it.
Yawl didn’t get the memo, **** you dudes must have missed it.
Hitting targets dead on, shattering your holistic
That ***** articulate, with a pistol whip, sinking ships.
You bacon bits, I go HAMM, then I’m taking chips
Smoking clips with a Jamaican grip, Black *** with a Caucasian lip
That’s a probation chic, yawl mad cause she caught in the grasp
Expose ****** who be sporting a mask
Call the coroner fast, throwing bows like my arm in a cast
Night Night then it’s all in the past
Don’t bring it up ***** don’t even ask, trying to put me on blast
Dog I put you on *** it be hella fast. Man I’m sending you a telegraph.
I just keep thriving to a point past surviving
Always had the secret weapon I just kept in in my lining
On a uprising, Titanic when I capsize it.
Man you swimming with sharks, I’m smooth like sound of a harp
In the shape of a heart, on the mark.
Cupid arrows, why you playing with darts, same from the start
I just finished the spark, how you gone start the fire
In the middle of dark, bite start with a bark
Try shaking him off, like shacking a cough
Shaking the north, down south, but flavor is raw.
***** left cause he south paw, south poor
Like a ***** up north, wasn’t born with a silver fork
Always went for the gold, ***** gold was the top of the goals
Popped out the ****** on top of my toes
Mom didn’t know, she was breaking the mold
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC
NO!
I DON’T WANT MAGIC!
I CRY
HU HU HU
AI AI AI U U U
IT’S TOO MUCH
REALLY!
Sometimes good enough
also
a slice of Toasted bread
Put also some
Peanut Butter
Cheese n Hot Sambal
and a pickle on top
Oh what a CRISPY NIBBLE
to enjoy then
Before the breeze -
After the rain
Maybe also an Apple?
And a Nut?
Sun shines Bright
on the ICY
New harvested snow
See me Touch ?
MMM
WHAT A BITE WHAT A BITE
yes I like it
Gimme Physics
Satisfy my pie-crust
make it Equally
Robust
You know
My trajectory
is not that Bizarre or FAR
I NEED NO BALLISTICS
R UGETTN ME now
SLOWLY?
CRAZY?
MAYBE?
SUCH IS A
PROPELLIN NOZZULE
RIFILIN IN A BARREL
OH NO
not A JOKE
Really! ... neither A BAD BLOOD
BUT ITS GETTIN HARD
Holding these GOLDEN TIES
I MEAN
AHAHA
AM I MEAN ?
hihihiooo
When it’s time to say GOODBYE
or When it’s time to say
There he GOES AGAIiiiiiN
WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE ANYWAY?
THE SAILING BOAT?
YEAH ?
I KNOW…
YEAH. SURE IT FALLS!
I MEAN
DOWN THE HORIZON?
OF COURSE
SURE I BELIEVE YOU
SURE THE WORLD IS STRAIGHT
SURE IT IS AS YOU SAY ME TRUE
BUT
MIRACLE MIRACLE
show me A MIRACLE
BUT
MAGIC O MAGIC
Show me A
UHM PUNCH OUCH!
SEE!
IT simply Blows US UP! (( AGAIN!
BEFORE U could HUNCH n PUNCH
BEFORE you would put
a DAMPER ON
and Your
Enchanting APPEARANCE inside
BEFORE I could RIDICULE You
yeah only by Yellin’ at you
STOP YOUR TOXIC YOLO N ****
FASTEN IT WITH A FAKE LOCK
OH WHAT A LOSS OF FIGHT
OH WHAT a delusive JOKE YO
at least tie IT REAL TIGHT
because
LIARS LIE
LIKE A Burning EYE AIII!
N invent CRY ME A RIVER EYE
AUCH it's HOT ….I TOLD YOU!
BEAUTIFUL is ANY Nature once TRUE
Don’t WHINE - what can YOU DO?
AT LEAST I LOVE YOU!
ITS NOT TOO BAD REALLY: Being a LIZARD
AND let it STAY THIS WAY as is
for a while
AS A SIGH FOR NOW
A SHY SIGH IN THE SKY !
SOUNDIN ALREADY SO BEAUTIFUL
SHYNESS COMES FROM MY SIDE
SIGHNESS FROM YOURS
Don't WORRY IT’S COOL- WE’RE A TEAM
YOU JUST NEED TO MAKE IT SOUND A BIT GRUMPY
AND WE LET iT disappear THIS WAY
OH YEAH!
such is A SIGH IN THE SKY
OH YEAH
THE SHY N A SICKENIN CRYING SONG
OF YOU AND I
LIKE I LIKE I
LAI LAI LAI AI AI AI HU HU HU U U U
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 6:45 PM UTC
#*‘Tis but the flapping of the sail,
And not a rent made by the gale*!
H. W. Longfellow
When bureaucrats, with obfuscation
monotone in data-speak
and mumble to their mutinous nation,
bloodless vessels spring a leak.
Scan in vain the rolling breakers;
leadership is out to sea.
Overscripted undertakers
claim to speak for you and me…
The Ship of State, adrift, becalmed
floats on; a most ill-fated craft.
The body politic, unembalmed
begins to ripen fore and aft.
The crew, grown callous to the rot
and numbed by such expediency
with one last desperate cannon shot
forsake all hope of mutiny.
While computers spit statistics,
crewmen spread the expectant word;
(no more trust in mere ballistics…
hope delayed is hope transferred.)
“Make ready to abandon ship !
The captain’s just a talking head.
Lower the lifeboat, let her rip –
before, like him, we end up dead…”
The Ship of State is rent with breaches
data-leakage, data driven –
the lifeboat flounders, coral-riven
seeking distant wave-washed beaches.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC
Ok, despite the fight
How I try to resist it
I still miss it
I still feel it
I’m another male pig
I desire her
And society makes desire
A social offense
Mind crimes
Make for strange times
My body was made
For being depraved
For being enslaved
I evolved that way
And you want
Me to feel ashamed
While you claim
That your greedy ways
Are far more tamed
Seems a bit too simplistic
Bad ideas fly like bullets
And other bouncing ballistics
From the religious to the feminists
I won’t get specific
On what I would do with it
But, I’ve had enough
Of your repressive ********
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 3:26 PM UTC
The men behind the mask,
that Is my face
have required that I give everyone here
a small update
see not everything I write
Is a result of my own imagination
sometimes I just use the people residing up here
For some measure of inspiration,
NA is me normally and naturally,
it's no longer a character or a concept
but just me on reality.
now I've got to let him out of His Cage.
ALRIGHT JIM YOU CAN COME OUT TO PLAY
Hello I'm Jim I'm sure we haven't met I often use hip-hop to tell of our struggles and Regrets I expect that you'll guess that I was behind the freestyles that were posted here once upon a time but then that's how I rhyme internal and external my microphone skills are ****** like the infernal souls of the restless and the wicked I'll spit ballistics abd the evidence will support that you risked it by battling with me
Next up?
I believe that's me..
OrionThaReject light up the Mic for the symphony
OrionThaReject is my name
being seriously depressed is my game,
I'm usually the sad writings
that pop up on this page
along with loneliness, depression,
and occupational rage
I'm engaged to my tears as they were more faithful than most
so if you like darkness, I hope to me you'll Play host
Well there you have it dear reader
you've met my constructs that are about impossible to destroy without holy water and Ether
anyway, reading my work you should be able to tell who's who
Because the inside of my brain is more messed up than the San Diego zoo
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 1:06 AM UTC
Bunker busters, im throwing missiles in clusters
12 gauges and pistols I raged on the officials
Official tongue twisters on this page, ballistics residual,
Resisting individuals, tempers flare, thermal visuals fizzle blue,
****** rituals result in tiny violins at the victim's vigil
....Held In Honor Of When The Violence Ends....
Habitual biblical consequence praying for a miracle,
Bodies draped over the fence, the streets war criminals,
Convicted elites with no sense, even the titanic was convinced
Its unsinkable
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC
Out of the blue
And into the black
A thought passed through my head
It was you who crossed my heart
And went right out
The exit wound
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 3:34 AM UTC
I guess I’d say I’m lucky, it all comes down to luck,
Historically, I’m born to a time of not giving a ****
Geographically I’m free, in a nation filled with greed
But in the greater scheme of things,
I’ve never known hunger or planted a seed
Racially I’m privileged, or so that’s what they say,
Though my gripe with my lack of exotic is a vain and ignorant betray
I’ve never endured or felt insecure by the lack of melanin that came my way
Despite the socialistic statistics, I see realistic logistic
Surviving ballistics, Linguistically twisted,
Academically average, emotionally insecure, certainly unsure
What emotions are for
Yes my parents loved me and sure they also ******* up
However, I still had to make my choices
Of getting high in a garage block, or getting up
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 2:13 PM UTC
It is skyfall
lightning cracks infinity
splits eternity
between the dangerous
jagged white lines
and the booming thunder.
Ball point ballistics,
not quite as destructive
as an empty heart,
but powerful enough
to shake us up.
Even in its fury
I still sleep soundly.
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 2:05 PM UTC
Once you've lost love,
loving is never the same thereafter.
You'll cherish more your laughter.
You'll think differently when you see a man.
His looks will go through you like a bullet through your heart.
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 10:36 AM UTC
Religious stand offs, the prophecy foretold. The holy war that only the bible could have known.
Blacks and whites could fight for days and nights. Mainstream media makes the battle go, ignite.
Pandemics spread with haste, we know there's no controller, the final form takes place, a demon named Ebola.
You know that famous saying
That money is the root,
And all that I keep saying is that there's no substitute, for evil.
One part materialistic with two parts ballistics, a society insane with seven heads that are twisted.
I've got words and melodies that are beautiful like Pete Townsend's.
But when I'm angry at the world my power level's over nine thousand!
It takes a lot of devastation to learn a little appreciation. Mother nature's in control, under God, one nation.
The sun will rise tomorrow if we make the right choices. Stop listening to what's trending and start listening to your inner voices.
There's beauty in the world, with a lot of negative spaces. Find some one who's less fortunate than you and try to trade places.
The dirt, the trees, and the water is important. It's the material things in our lives that we need to forfeit.
We can wait for all of time but time waits for no man. Live your life to the fullest, your only one man son you cant dodge bullets.
It could all be gone in the blink of and eye, wake up with gray and see how time flies.
The hate has to stop. The listening needs to start. Stop getting offended with every jab to the heart.
I am no one, small wisdom that don't compare. Learn from everyone, even those that don't care.
Dark to light is how this story is told. The human race has reached a crossroad, which way will we go?
Years from now will we sing the Star Spangled Banner, or will we all live in the War Strangled Manner.
By Matt Drake
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 3:20 AM UTC
Yo!! I make sure my cut
Remains Raw Quick draw Mcgraw
/take more shots than Brian Shaw
Above the Law/
with my Seagal Tactics
Suckas get rapped in Plastic
trying to match my Ballistics i got Statistics
/to show and prove
been Raw since Daddy Kane
Insane in the Membrane
check my Rhyme Asylum/Dumb
Co-Ill Lyrics Turn up my Vocals so u Can Hear it/
Tear it
Cuz its Causin Brain Hemorrhage to the Masses im a Super Savage
Causin Carnage/
no Survivors in my Battlefield take that Pitch ill Swing on ya like
G Sheffield/
Real Deal like Holyfield
Pedigrees Shaken
like its Holy Ghost Filled Billed
/Signed Sealed and Delivered
by the Devil to Acheive Multiple Levels/
Stay on my Grind
No Yellow Bricks to Follow Never Borrow/
Distribute my own Arsenal
take **** Personal/
if u ever feelin' Froggy/
ill make u get like the House of Pain and Jump Around/
Copper lead to your Head now u 6ft in the Ground/Pound 4 Pound
i can take/cuz when i Make my Point i Even make the Mountains Shake!!
hittin' u with the Acoustic-
Once Moooore
makin' SUre i Keep Things Rawww!!!!
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
Once you've lost love,
loving is never the same thereafter.
You'll cherish more your laughter,
you'll think differently when you see a man,
his looks will go through you like a bullet through your heart.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 2:39 AM UTC
My tears
just gasoline
aiding to your ballistics.
My furrowed brow
confiding in you
my weaknesses.
My blazing eyes
providing you necessary warmth,
only bringing you comfort.
But my smile
will tear you apart,
ripping the spine of your tale
with a infuriating crackle.
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
I scratched words on a bullet, I was
Meticulous in its etching so many
Words can fit on the Head of a needle
But I only needed so few words to tell
The word how I felt, and with that I
Put it in my mouth and then silence.
Ballistics did unravel this piece like
Paper scrunched and origami of finally
Folded parts, and it read the following.
"My mind was worth nothing,
"Now it is written on the wall,
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC
You wear a vest
To stop a ballistics event
Transforming a
7.62 or
5.56 into a
Mushroomed tip
But you can't stop
High explosive
Armor piercing
50 caliber
Nuclear beast-
Dreams.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 1:25 AM UTC
Even if statistics
would find ballistics
Beneath the bed
Of all colored head
A lovely red
would show no mercy
Beyond the thread
Of seamless heresy.
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 7:28 AM UTC
Two halves equal a whole
Piece by piece, the puzzle completes;
The one who is the master,
holds in hand the keys of disaster.
Wait until he opens the lock even faster,
answering life's questions then hits delete.
Ascertain with the point of this game;
Your strategy changes up my tactics,
sometimes causing me to go ballistics.
Refrain from trying to understand the statistics.
Close to reaching the target,
that's my aim.
You are not the one, I know this now;
But you are the one who showed how.
Yet, there will always be a part of that remains,
A part of me.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 11:38 AM UTC
Light a blue incense cause that's just the way I'm feelin'
Think I should hang something on my walls
Maybe It'll help me forget
The way your eyes held mine
They remind me of the grass
Helps me forget all the hassle
Your hearts wearing armor, I can here it when
You climb on top of me
Just trying to learn to love and let free
It's just not that easy
With the way you're looking at me
And now you're gone like the impossible
Like what I think about when we die
If we were to be separated by space-time
And you're your own universe
And I haven't found a wormhole
My temples are turning into ruins
My brain is churning into fluid
Can't comprehend your post modern physics
Feels like I'm being bombarded by playback ballistics
I'm a broken record but I wish you'd still spin me
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC