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War Haiku #16

bodies line deserts
saturating sandy soil
war whats it good for?


Gun Shot Victims

You arrived with your eyes open wide,
Thirsting for morbid slaughter
sifting through torrents of abhorrent vitriol
always wishing to see what happens when
metal meets fragments of skull bone, fractured
and hulled, removing the outer barrier to knowledge

What would possess you to yearn for such depravity,
is it Jack Bauer on picture tubes,
smacking around brown people to get answers

Or maybe its your love of conflict, your addiction
to violent firearm affliction
still mispronouncing words because you lack diction
and cheerlead to keep causing Iraq friction

So its my mission to insult your lack of intellect, and your penchant for expired affection of insurrection

…….losing your humanity all the while

[Author’s note]This is written again for almost the only hits I get on my blog, people searching for terms like “head bleeding from gun shots” and “gun shot wounds”. For all who yearn for violence, here’s to YOU!


Subversive Detrimental Assurance

Somehow I feel it is correct, garnishing all information and conforming it into a single, satanic theory of devolution

so easy to pick out faces of the starving
cheeks swollen with malnutrition
corralled  by politicals with malcontent
plotting on all, smoking cigars in a winter chalice
trying to clean up the pieces of saddams splintered palace

The poor wince at status, and shrivel from starvation
politicians spew pragmatic blither and goad us to spar nations,
spurn those who let us rob the soil
iraqi mothers sob and the mahdi army boils

they all toil, mirrors and smoke filled rooms, leeching off tax cash
goading brash actions against masses
they want to disseminate stench gasses
jaws clench, black robes snicker behind the bench,
well-entrenched in the system of justice

ironic statements thrust, like cheap pick up lines colored with lust
but they cannot smother my trust
i leave that to myself, my prides on a high-shelf
although they try to diminish them, i can hear their cries swell

dont care if i die, the fallen
continue to fight the diatribes, pitting dark against the darker
more whispers of gulags from another stalin
the bombs whistle in the distance, drown out
but the mothers callin

im just a brother trying to stall endless death
live side by side with humanic tribes,
powered by semantic vibes
on this hill, overlooking the frantic cries

getting crooked, must stop killing with tyrannick pride


Frangible Societal Construction

Like the San Andreas Fault line,

dividing crusts across a million acres of acrid dust

society’s construction has been faulted,

the foundation splintered and savaged

becoming a burgeoning canyon, wealth wounds open for nats to attack,

mosquito’s to inject malaise into hosts bloodstream,

poison of power, poignant and sour

watching the rivers flow downward,

while the suits scream trend

bulls stratify markets in vain

wearing white collars, but stained

with blood

economy shedding alligator tears of dollars

dripping down the drain, irretrievable and distant

chief remaining flippant throughout this deathly course

galloping towards burned villages atop his deathly horse

listen for trumpets song, as bones and stones roll

civility trampled under such mass

basement boards breaking

beneath the 9 trillion pound ape in the corner


Total Indescriptive Sanity

On a hill, I stand vanguard, awaiting prairie fields to burn
Many times, the prairie dogs that roam, come full circle to live again,
whispering to me, their secrets
Fueling the flames is claimed 
against wills of enemies, turning hatred outward
away from where the systemic violence was birthed,
bloody and screaming
a crimson sky will send your mind below soil
where heavy elements are held
placing you precisely where the forlorn dwell
in their own realities
I sit atop hills, still
fullwell knowing where one road converges,
encroaching upon the skin of another
trying to snuff out dead enders, holding true fortitude
keeping within myself threads of guilt and restraint
chaining anger to floors of dirt
like tepid prisoners weak from mandatory starvation
a hunger for the absent tangibility truth relays
anyone can manufacture their face
rip off a destitute nasal structure just for spite
and remanufacture anew
but breath that comes from the new probiscis is tainted,
just like facades
sacreligious, murderous rage-composed particles spill into airways and airwaves
grinding to halts, verity searched for,
destroying words and wisdom of exalted saviors
sailors without sails for direction,
and skins for vice
No longer do tales float past without interception,
vast dirilection of duty
an industry left in shards
all for glory of what?
eradication of reaction from militarily and maliciously instituted trepidation
instinctual removal of convoluted adversarial analogues,
whether supplied by flags or sand
white,black
and its red all over
I sit alone in discomfort of solitude
while praying that “lies” are truth
and “truth” are lies

Insults with gun to head shoot real bleed violence war

Knowing
For what you search, an
exercise in degeneracy
Nitpicking horizons for signs
of brutality
compulsions for convulsions
eyes gouged for eyes
a pain proctor,
thirsting for shock value,
broken bones, marrow
released from bone like veinous prisons
your vainglorious deception
your invidious march toward weapons
nothing twists entrails you,
screaming in orgiastic desire, a fatal attraction for fatality
society’s vitiate, bastard offspring

Searching for gun shots to real heads, really?

Fluttering in the incessant breeze of war,
flailing in the wind like footsoldier amputees
torso’s destroyed moreso,
we can’t afford to lace waffle stompers,
metal encased in metal, no longer threatens
our existence
the threat is within ourselves
Flame roush lip paint cannot conceal,
murderous plots, destroy ergot with zeal
this is a pond for most, too deep to delve
the price of life or death too steep to sell, vanity foreclosed on
the emporers clothes gone,
ammunition guided, jaded mechanics of survival
forbidden assault on sultans in tehran
there’s no power at the top, if you lack rivals