"Intrinnsia" 3 - 31 - 08
with one clip i could level the field
at 10 yards, it would be real.
each reset invigorating another.
the smoke, slowly, clearing the sights.
breathe, exhale and cycle steady,
always allowing for the jam, be ready.
resetting the ways of will, off safety,
cocked and hot, it's there i'll be ready.
"Unsheathing" 3 - 23 - 08
the blood of the defeated thought glistens upon my blade
in his charge he fought, and died, in wanting to convey
his melancholy upon my view, believed his way true
but my kung-fu, yes, it undid you
as you fell to a poisoned blade