Thought Grenades

Thought Grenades

A Chapter by flaneur
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This is my first attempt at lyrics. The song is about writing a break-up letter.

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a thousand moods pervade
into a thought grenade
no more eloquence within
pull the f****n' pin

 

prepare to throw (down)
they try to put me in the ground
I refuse to be interred
until my voice is heard

 

three clicks of the pen
will blow open your mind
like a land mine

 

front toward enemy

 

every time you say more
it hits me like a claymore
uproar in the downpour

 

front toward enemy

 

if everything is fine
why are you crying all the time
some people never learn
they only crash and burn

 

three clicks of the pen
will blow open your mind

 

 



© 2014 flaneur


Author's Note

flaneur
A claymore mine actually has 'front toward enemy' stamped on one side of the device. The Army teaches recruits to squeeze the firing trigger three times, but only one click is needed to unleash the damage.

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"uproar in the downpour" Now that's just perfection, right there, bucko.

This is truly awesome. I don't "angry" at people very often, either, but it happens. This, however, is like watching guys at a shooting range just taking out all of their aggression on paper targets. I'd rather see that instead of the alternative if they don't get it out of their system. It even allows me to feel some of the same "release." That's what this poem does, for me at least. I enjoyed it.

One thing I'd do differently, if I may.

"Ready to throw (down)
They won't put me in the ground"

I think it's excellent, truly, just the way it is, Michael. Keep shouting, man. You're worth hearing over the rest of the noise.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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"uproar in the downpour" Now that's just perfection, right there, bucko.

This is truly awesome. I don't "angry" at people very often, either, but it happens. This, however, is like watching guys at a shooting range just taking out all of their aggression on paper targets. I'd rather see that instead of the alternative if they don't get it out of their system. It even allows me to feel some of the same "release." That's what this poem does, for me at least. I enjoyed it.

One thing I'd do differently, if I may.

"Ready to throw (down)
They won't put me in the ground"

I think it's excellent, truly, just the way it is, Michael. Keep shouting, man. You're worth hearing over the rest of the noise.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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