Paper Hearts

Paper hearts
Hung by a string
Torn apart
Ripped and dangling

Beautiful banner battered
Fluttering and tattered
Hearts on display
Like it’s Valentine’s Day

Easily broken
Not unlike mine
Crumpled words spoken
Clinging to the vine

See you around
I’ll be here on the ground
Picking up the scraps
And pulling bootstraps

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This is Evil

peacepeAce
does not feaR men or guns.

time will have its perFect results of heaven.
our God will not abIde craven idolatry:
murderous sacrifice oF our innocent children,
worship of weapons insTead of His power on high,
grEed,
thEft,
a complete abadonmeNt of morals or wisdom.
keep your thoughtS and prayers alive

with actionS of this body
stalk and storm Halls of justice
with your powerful autOmatic voices of reason
attack vaUlts of law
where this Love of guns
is stored and protecteD by evil money and favor

oust and roust, Bust virtue out
kill the silencE of idling hands

demand safer lives wIth cautious liberty.
turn over the tables of destiny by eLecting those who should die for you
rather than kiLl in your names.
in thE name
of God,
peAce
should never be down the dark barreL of a privately-purchased democracy.


AR-FIFTEENS SHOULD BE ILLEGAL.

This is an acrostic poem, aligned in the center.
The center column has an equal number of letters on either side in each line.
The power in this country rests in the hands of those with guns and money.
It should rest on the peaceful people.


If you need a gun to protect what you have?
You don’t have what you need.


AR-15s should not be made legally available to murder 15 yos.


Every gun ever made was forged to kill a being.
Every gun ever made has or will kill a living thing. Or multiple living things.
Guns were made for no other purpose.
Only man could make killing so easy.
Karma will call and collect her damages.

Rambling Mutters or Bad Poetry

Brains on the wall
Heart on the floor
Sputters in a stall
Grace out the door

Nerves on a knife
Feelings on a wire
At large in life
Fingers on fire

Stumbling through
Poisoned issue
Crumbling view
Rotting tissue

Leaving trees
Melting ice
War in the streets
Political heist

Death and destruction
Bitter blood boiling
Constant insurrection
Clockwork uncoiling

The world is hard
Change is real
Everyone is scarred
If there’s something to heal

The world seems dark
Impossible in scope
But it only takes a spark
To light a forest of hope


I’m not depressed! Don’t worry! lol Sometimes, I just like words together that were never together before. 🙂 Sometimes, that’s all it is.

Power in the Wire

There’s power in this wire
The line is still alive
Flames dwell in fire
Do more than just survive

Tempered by time
Conquered the climb
Atoned my crime
Respite in rhyme

There’s power in this story
My end has not yet come
What if my humble glory
Is a life’s work total sum

Pray
Stay
Obey
Get gray

Then I’ve done my job today.