violence

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Listen intently,
it’s all you know.

The cool, black anthracite
stares at me with eyes of dust.
This must be torture for you.

Your perverseness fuels violence,
catalyzed by ignorance.
Together, we spiral downward
toward servitude for a-greater-cause,
one of greed and desire,
ambition for power.

Suppositions of support for the substantial
masses of minimality musters avidity to
strangle strong necks, striving to be something,
when we, ultimately, ARE everything.

-Ryan K. Fuller

Author's Notes/Comments: 

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Existence: In the Danger Zone

Existence: In the Danger Zone...

Pestilence is violence
Penetrating the sound barrier, a symphony of shots and sirens
Bold soldiers become casualties to the asphalt battlegrounds
As fear reigns as a tyrant, within a clip lies my only reliance
Made to be one with the weapon: I will remain defiant
Ceased vocality: Cries turn into silence

Forced to avenge: Projecting angst, aiming to puncture the soul
An extension to an infliction of infinite potential damage: Just precisely what I hold
Existence in the danger zone: Survival is a gamble with all bets scattered on the table, and the wage is on

Resistance is a science
Temptation is a giant
Adhering to the laws of war: To murder is compliance

GANG WARFARE

“Come and have a go if you think your hard enough?”
I’ve got a big gang and we are tooled up
Ready for trouble
We are the best firm sorry to burst your bubble
Violence is my profession
And I love my work
My bosses sent me down here to give you a slap
I’ve been told that I can kill you
Can you deal with that?
I’ve got a big gun and a very sharp knife
So have my mates
We gunna end all your lives
After I’ve killed you
Gunna have some cold beers
We are the DADDY
Il say how I cut off your ears
“So come and have a go if you think your hard enough?”

© Tony McNally

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The bravado of young men about to have a fight whether it be War or on the streets of the UK. After the Falklands War some veterans became involved in football hooliganism another `gang ` only this time there was no medals for fighting.

Dave Brown, a former private from the 2nd Battalion, the Parachute Regiment, is just one of hundreds of soldiers and sailors from that far-away conflict for whom the war is still going on. Like them, he is a victim of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) and his life has been permanently damaged. Still only 37, he can no longer work but must live on a military pension and constantly re-assessed state benefits. He used to have a serious drink problem and has served time in prison for football hooliganism. That he is still married makes him one of the lucky ones. The stories of his former comrades in arms are littered with divorce and broken relationships. Some have become virtual hermits, turning their backs on a society which doesn't understand and doesn't care; many others are homeless, hardened alcoholics or have spent time in jails and mental institutions. Dozens are thought to have committed suicide. It is a desperately sad conclusion to the story of Britain's most celebrated modern feat of arms, a million miles from the flag-waving jingoism and military hero- worship that characterised the war. And every month still brings news of fresh casualties

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Coming Home to Real Love

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I pull out the burnt spoon
Bring out the blade
I’m all alone and so soon
The agony will be washed away…
Call me foolish
Call me psycho
Call me whatever you want
But these are my only escape routes
When my world crumbles down
Falls on me
Crushes me with it’s weight
And when it does fall down
Nobody knows
It’s all inside where you can’t hear a sound.
People think you’ve got it made
That you have it all
But if they only knew, that masks and facades over up the truth
Hiding your real weakness, that with just a pebble you could fall.

People are so oblivious sometimes
They feel something is wrong
They do wonder why I always wear baggy clothes
But yet they can’t quite put their finger on it
Of what happens behind closed doors
Another day
Another dollar
Another bruise on my arms and a bigger one on my bone collar.
This is how I’m greeted home
By my truest love…

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His Name Was Ono

Speakers of the easy vice
may call upon their chosen twice
and claim a deed was owed by one
and they say his name was Ono.

A western draft of samurai,
made of guns and dirt and knives
with which to throw and shoot and such
at a passing cowboy leisure.

Avoided by each tumbleweed
along their slow and blind stampede;
Ono called to towns at large
and sank his hand to hip.

And as the desert fly did rise,
so did sheriffs meet his eyes;
a man alike with blood and sweat,
who felt the lead and exit-wound.

Purposeless and void of greed;
to slay was Ono's vice indeed.
So slay he did to best his woes
of foregone love and loss and throes.

This walking man of leather stitch
with hands and bones and teeth that itched
would sweep the side of county plains
in search of scratching, clawing, biting things.

So loose his thoughts would tend to be
but sharpened sense would pull his feet
towards an end that may result
in resolve for a man like Ono.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Don't call him Yoko.

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Hurt

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Hurt”

 

 

I'm Fucked in the head

Your god is dead

you said I was obsessed

they said I was depressed

nothing is what it seems

were lost within our own dreams

my pain will portray

my emotions will decay

all things will start to delay

my thoughts will slow

nothing can save me now

my mind just won't allow

hurt in many ways

hurt in so many days

peel my skin away

now its impossible for my words to say

you made me believe

that even in the darkest of eve

Love will bloom, but then it will consume

I am hurting beyond words

I am hurt, nothing but dirt

my blood runs cold

the memories in which I hold, will never be told

never again will I love, killed my only chance

the misery will only enhance

hurting I dance, to this devil's prance

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

(Updated; From Psycho- Confessions)

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"Volcanic Rage"

by Jeph Johnson

 

the mountain of a man is ready to erupt-
why
must
hoops
be
jumped
through?
why must the hoops be invisible?
the mountain of a man is ready to erupt.
I am lost
with
no way to go
no way home,
but to break the law
the mountain of a man is ready to erupt.
and god forbid
the
shorts to court!
shorts to court!
shorts to court!
shorts to court!
the mountain of a man is ready to erupt.
-so disrespectful!
book him!
put his likeness
in the computer
& fingerprints
the mountain of a man is ready to erupt.
I must
break the law
to
obey the law
the mountain of a man is ready to erupt.
judge,
"give me a reason to give you respect."
the mountain of a man is ready to erupt.
I am least respectful of:
power-hungry
authority
figures
with
no regard
for
another's
life
liberty
or
pursuit of happiness
the mountain of a man is ready to erupt.
I am
pro-life,
pro-liberty
and
pro-pursuit of happiness
but
put it in that order!
the mountain of a man is ready to erupt.
pursue
your
happiness
on your own,
do not involve:
my life
and
my liberty
and
my pursuit of happiness
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jump through
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Author's Notes/Comments: 

2002 

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"Kip"

by Jeph Johnson

 

Rage spins,
turning out of control
and my heart is the intended path.
Though I've been yearning
for someone to hold,
all I feel is wrath
Genuine concerning,
I try to console her
but she tears my hope down again.
I begin learning
new ways to be bold;
guns, knives and bombs I obtain.
My sin is earning
my bankrupt soul
a place in your
Hall of Shame.
Stop grinning!
I'm burning,
and always alone
and you have only
yourselves to blame.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

1998

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