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  • DROPPING WORDS, EDUCATIONAL WARFARE

    by ERIC

    Lethal injection
    Sharp minds
    Cause mental dissection
    Of the past way
    Of educational warfare technician
    Intelligence is decapitated and split again
    Cleavers towards the heads of thought
    Bullets and Uncle Sam are thrown onto tables in classes
    Seek peace
    When war was so ever sought
    To happen
    Nuclear bombs replace m-80’s as fatal attractions
    Videogames transition into live grenades
    A magnet in the circular office is cause for the action
    Tragedies tragic
    Middle Eastern remains scattered
    Whatever matters
    The troops are sent into
    They are trained to handle
    The media devours
    Slinging propaganda
    In hours
    Kill an insurgent
    Take a non-threatening wound
    Exclaiming that something to be proud of
    Twin towers turned powder
    Oil the source of power
    Burning currency
    Purging into a state of the quiet man
    To become louder
    Leaving the defenseless without umbrellas
    Unable to deflect the chemical showers

  • CHANGE FOR CHANGE

    by ERIC

    Swift famine
    Wrath from lack of education
    Streak through the barrels of handheld cannons
    To riddle bodies
    With the unease of poverty
    Till the last malnourished is standing
    Severely outlandish
    Severed portions
    Unmorally granted
    Embracing heaven
    The arms of the angels
    Remain not tangent
    The charities take on responsibility for change
    Asking for change
    The range of difference
    Is vaguely explained

  • PARAPHRASING GENOCIDE’S SUICIDE

    by ERIC

    Judging in words, sentence is death attacked by verbal grenades by the judgmental wishing for a repaired heart but remaining unenlightened, blowing out candles but still embarking toward the light, but reprimanding my darkened theory, wishing for a spark of thought to ignite this eclipse, prejudice ensues these lacerations pertaining to the pessimists  as they try to rip off the emotional band-aids, while the words, like whips, try to vanish from the wrists that splurge freely to the black abyss, a splattered letter written in crimson, wishing for the three lettered words, eight letters in length, to stop being shoved down throats and perforates the indulgence oblivion is cleansed in slits and bullying keeps honesty clenched in my abdomen, snapping adolescence’s  independence to wish to mention, remaining mute to stop the emotion of the cruel intention, words loaded like magazines, paragraphs entwined paraphrasing the distance, and how someone from so far away can add additional indent, carrying words, subtracting the happiness, two hearts at division.

  • THE WOLF

    by ERIC

    Demented creature, mind marks it in-depth with death. The innocent face engulfed in the canary eyes that leave an imprint in the darkness. Silence, then a barrage of growls preceding the departure of the departed. A forest radiating scarlet. A flash, then farewell pawprints in vision before being swept from the scene that never had dialogue, but demonstrated the circle of life. Violence, this hunter thought, can’t be compared to the shiniest trident. A thirst for hunger never quenched in the river’s silence. Tired of chasing meals, but finally trapped in tactics. An urge to disgorge prey, then emerge from a massacre of satisfaction.