Now,
There is only peace,
In the space between where the bullets fly.
The beauty of the mornings first bullet echoing through the quiet open field at dawns first light.
the dew glistens on the greenery. The light breaks on the rocks
The perfect silence carries the thunderous crack of the lone shot through the valley repeating itself in an infinite loop like a steel mantra, a sacred utterance of deadly beauty.
Anger and bad intention moving at 2700 feet per second.
Vengeance breeding vengeance
ballistic science and mans ability to use natural forces against each other karmically combined.One thing always holds true.
Once you pull the trigger the bullet leaves the barrel.
The bullet following its creations intent but actualizing my will. Ending its current lifes purpose in the heart of my enemy.
The bullets not to blame. Its just being a bullet.
And I feel satisfaction at having achieved vengeance and he feels death.
And the path repeats.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Speechless! What can I say? Some time ago when I was a young boy my country had a Civil War and I have to run through bullets everyday to look for food for my family! A difficult and dangerous time but thanks the Lord we survived! I fully understand the feeling but you are a brave person when with great courage dear to find time to write this amazing and touching write! Bravo! Thanks for sharing! 10+++ Keep impressing the World with more thought provoking writes! God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City! ...