Waves Of A Desert to Tiny Guns
A man deals with inner reflections
A detective team deals with a gang of gun runners
Waves Of A Desert (poem)
Calling me back
With name unfamiliar
I�m taken aback
-
I walk down the streets
I served faithfully
Each hunger now fed
Long needs laid to bed
New lights up ahead
Why me
This moment
This dream
-
Look all around
Capture the peace of it
Dance through the breath of it
Wander the length of it
A world well woven
By me
This moment
A dream
-
Then wave upon wave
Memories returned
Challenging my eyes
Questioning the whys
Replacing truth with lies
Oh bed
Warm covers
Take me
-
Cruel waves upon waves
Tearing the cloth of it
Stripping the mask of it
Denying the ways of it
Riddle�s Raging wrath
Of this
Waking up
To what
-
As the madness fell
I wondered just who was I
But a small piece of sand
With little command
For ways still at hand
Nameless
Challenges
Beyond
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Song of a desert
Calling me back
To things long forgotten
Just for a time
A person deals with his feelings in a world changed midst this poem. This is two forms of poetry in one. As the poem goes on, a second voice, a rhyming voice, appears. Both voices are the one person. In the end, resolution.
With one's partner gone the natural question is: Why am I still here? The future doesn't look as grand and endless as when we gazed into our lover's eyes. Sure, I had mountains of people looking after me. That's more than most people in my situation have. One thing that caught my ears was people saying, "We need you." Now, I realize this was a compliment. Back then, bad feelings sprouted up and roamed around within me. I took the compliment as a reason people were helping me. After all, Arlene and I accomplished so much. There is another issue. Arlene and I accomplished so much. Arlene is now gone. Can dreams be created without her? Why am I still here? Can life go on without her? Then there was the final statement. Life had given me so much. I needed to serve for all of the blessings that I enjoy(ed). (Not to get too religious; I feel it my duty to serve.) All these things (and more) were bouncing around inside of me. Then I began to see. To see the things Arlene and I created. Not only our children and our home, but our memories. Memories not only enjoyed by me, but memories other people are building on and enjoying. We did make a difference. Why was I still here? "We need you."
Sometimes it is difficult to see clearly, especially in today's world. Just as an example, let's take the race riot that occurred in Charlottesville. Virginia on August 12, 2017. First we have a number of racist groups, who I personally have problems with and cannot judge them fairly. Then we have an anti racist group. A fight breaks out. There comes this madman, who plows his car into the crowd, killing one young lady. To add to the confusion: the racist group had a permit, the anti racists did not. More: Charlottesville's mayor, Michael Signer, is being accused of holding back police presence. This is not a news article nor meant to be a commentary. It is meant to show how crazy and mixed up things are. To make matters more confusing, the "truth" of the "news" changes depending on our location and source. This is but one example. It happens all around us now-a-days. These are real facts. Imagine the things going on in our mid. Yet,,, We are still, and above all, heading toward the better day. Why? How? Information. It is out there. It is up to us to get it. And get it from more than one source. Many are already doing it. Many who are work on the better day. We are wonderful. As we clearly build with the truth let us Enjoy.
Sometimes it is difficult to see clearly, especially in today's world. Just as an example, let's take the race riot that occurred in Charlottesville. Virginia on August 12, 2017. First we have a number of racist groups, who I personally have problems with and cannot judge them fairly. Then we have an anti racist group. A fight breaks out. There comes this madman, who plows his car into the crowd, killing one young lady. To add to the confusion: the racist group had a permit, the anti racists did not. More: Charlottesville's mayor, Michael Signer, is being accused of holding back police presence. This is not a news article nor meant to be a commentary. It is meant to show how crazy and mixed up things are. To make matters more confusing, the "truth" of the "news" changes depending on our location and source. This is but one example. It happens all around us now-a-days. These are real facts. Imagine the things going on in our mid. Yet,,, We are still, and above all, heading toward the better day. Why? How? Information. It is out there. It is up to us to get it. And get it from more than one source. Many are already doing it. Many who are work on the better day. We are wonderful. As we clearly build with the truth let us Enjoy.
Here's someone who has little problems with the truth: Shaun Hopper "Singing Through The Storm"
This gives new meaning to guns are a small problems
According to Guinness World Records, the title of the smallest working revolver in the world goes to the Miniature Revolver C1ST, manufactured by SwissMiniGun. The tiny firearm measures just more than 2 inches and weighs less than 1 ounce. It fires bullets made by SwissMiniGun that are 2.34 mm caliber, rim fire cartridges and come as either blank rounds.
To show these tiny guns in action here's the gang at Corridor Digital. "TINY GUNS"
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