Drone

Popgun

Drone

Shift

Done

Roan

Blow

Dart

In to the out of the in of the out

Patterns

Right

Analysis

Left

Entirety cleft

Parched

Robber barons

Pitting one against the other

Into the out of the into the out

Pseudo sunlight,

Daggers from man weld hands

Infuriating the moon with its demands

Wanting

Posting a bunch of my "b-sides" today, here's another.  

To need

To want

To hope

To yearn

To wan

To long

To seek

To hunt

To peck

To love

To be desired

To be sought

To be craved

To be wanted

To be preyed upon

To be needed

To be the answer

To be loved

If not when.

Annihilations to Zeroing

Once in a while I like to peruse Rodale's Synonym Finder just for fun.  Occasionally I'll just grab a word and then use as many synonyms as possible to make something from it.  In this case, almost all of these words can be found under Violence.  

Annihilations, Atrocities and agonizing events,

 Bastinados, Butcheries, Bloodbaths begin,

Carnage’s commotion collides---A coup de grace coveting,

Death’s unyielding blow, Diabolical is the design, Destructive, those denied-province or memory- Demon’s sweat above despoilment, Dripping deadliest decrees, Dancing macabre, Draining, Draining, Demolition shining through, A disturbance within..

Extinguish.  Extinction: soon.  Exsanguinating, what’s left in me,

Ferocity’s fledgling novice, Flogging spinal cavities, flesh removed, then worn, the furor of the frenzied…Finalizes, then begins again

Ghastly overzealous..

Hacking, Hunting, Havoc sought,

Hunting, gathering groups forgot, a recreational holocaustic endgame’s come…Unsuspecting, unaware their time has come this day,

Incineration when this internecine is through

Jagged…

Killing machine, kills for killing’s sake,

Lacerating light from darkened plate

Mayhem resides abundantly, The monstrosity of a massacre, mourners surely will relate.

Numbing

Outbreak of,

Paroxysm’s plaguing

Questioning

Rage.   Questioning Ruin.

Savage recourse, sinister defilement, Spoliation first. Then the Sunday-Punch

Tumult’s

Uproar

Violent measures, brings villainous means

War & wreckage, wrack & ruin,

Xing out

Yanking

Zeroing

Destiny

Destiny is desperate for attention

It likes to rub our noses in the predictions, the failures we are all too familiar with,

Those we recognize, much too effortlessly, as the consequence of our limitations

It appreciates the wind and breeze,

The aural quality to a storm filled summers’ night,

The sounds comfort spells to children stirred in fright

Beyond designation, sexless and inherently correct, destiny is a classification unto itself,

It loves the delicate nature of creation,

How a simple greeting planted in one’s ear

Can steer a conversation

Dictate a lifetime to follow

For good or worse

The experiments it plays on us,

Are always unrehearsed,

It is neither from darkness nor from light

Just a figure ever present, burning bright,

Guiding, leading, beginning, ending,

All creatures, great and small, are pawns and pieces

In the never ending game it plays, awake or sleep,

Wrong or right, it changes the rules of the fight,

Altering the strategies, adding and removing, integrating the challenges,

That test the will of man, obstacles he must overcome, in order to survive,

It endlessly monitors, every thought, every action, in this confusion each of us play