02-08-2014, 08:44 AM
Bullets of the Mind v2
Most bullets leave without instruction
racing past, just thoughts in a day.
Not mine
for I am a sniper,
stalking my targets with intention and desire.
I am a mark,
full of purposeful bullets,
perhaps good or evil. Mostly evil.
Fully dependent on telescopic sights and cold stone nerves.
I need my quiet to make a kill
as my victim falls aimlessly to the ground,
for others to mourn and collect.
I reflect on the outcome as random thoughts collect themselves
loading bullets for the next verbal assassination.
Original
Bullets leave without instructions,
mostly without intention.
Randomly passing harmlessly,
leaving only a whistle to indicate death was close.
The turmoil of war, unlike Hollywood,
is chaotic, perhaps good fortune determining outcomes;
enemies undistinguished from friends,
hate or love removed from a game seemingly played by Greek Gods of War.
In this decision making hell
I rely entirely on instinct,
those who I think are my friends,
and God.
Most bullets leave without instruction
racing past, just thoughts in a day.
Not mine
for I am a sniper,
stalking my targets with intention and desire.
I am a mark,
full of purposeful bullets,
perhaps good or evil. Mostly evil.
Fully dependent on telescopic sights and cold stone nerves.
I need my quiet to make a kill
as my victim falls aimlessly to the ground,
for others to mourn and collect.
I reflect on the outcome as random thoughts collect themselves
loading bullets for the next verbal assassination.
Original
Bullets leave without instructions,
mostly without intention.
Randomly passing harmlessly,
leaving only a whistle to indicate death was close.
The turmoil of war, unlike Hollywood,
is chaotic, perhaps good fortune determining outcomes;
enemies undistinguished from friends,
hate or love removed from a game seemingly played by Greek Gods of War.
In this decision making hell
I rely entirely on instinct,
those who I think are my friends,
and God.