The Projectile | Poem

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Who can stop the journey?

Of a heart that pumps blood without stop

Even when a part of his member is cut

That causes a release of blood

Which will never return to its source?

But escapes into infinity

Who can stop the journey?

Of a smile to a face

Even of a heart full of delight

That relaxes the muscle

Connecting one to another

Bringing about an attraction

Who can stop the journey?

Of hate to the place of his power

Even the fortitude to revenge

When effusive in his deed

Executing as his only break pad

And accomplished his bus stop

Who can stop the journey?

Of a projectile to his endpoint

Even when propelled at its maximum

That opposes air resistant

Executing a flight

Bringing about difference in location


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Gypsy Rose Lee 2 years ago from Riga, Latvia

An awesome journey.

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abbaelijah 2 years ago from Nigeria Author

ha ha ha !

Thanks for reading sir , Kj force!

Well, if that is the way you see it, it's OK, as long as it makes meaning to you I'm OK !

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kj force 2 years ago from Florida

abbaelijah...thought provoking and deep, unique...

but somehow all I could invision was appendages being severed from the body with the blood spurting from orifices, and scattered on the ground...I'm sure that wasn't your intentions...perhaps it was that home-made raspberry wine I drank at dinner...

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abbaelijah 2 years ago from Nigeria Author

Thanks Always Exploring for reading and making your comment.

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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois

Deep and powerful poetry. Well done...

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