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Eight poems written on a extremely stupid phone while on a trip from Melbourne to Miami.

A experiment turns into some of the best group of poems the writer has ever written capturing so much about that day in his life. 

HAVE YOU HEARD THE ONE ABOUT THE CITIZEN NIGHTSTICK?

I'm pretty much faceless,

The perfect cover boy for the raging careless,

Wrapped in the lies of musty words and the tasteless hate,

But I’ve fought too long to be late,

Sunshine state to summer sands,

Pick up your riot gear and let’s show them how much we love their plans,

Purging the right of choice,

Purging the right to vote,

A flash of new lies about how dangerous fucking is on all our screens,

Not writing a way to bless,

Not preaching to balcony scenes,

I’m purging all my careless,

Replacing it with my riot gear,

So here comes my song,

Can you hear?

Can you hear?

I’m pretty much on a night out to see what everyone is wearing,

That natural reaction you have to the truth is just fine,

I have my helmet right here,

You stand still and this will go fine,

To write is to aim with reason,

Purging the right,

Purging all my careless,

Replacing it with my riot gear,

So here comes my song,

Can you hear?

Others are starting to sing,

Others are starting to write,

Others are starting to put on their gear,

I’m purging all my careless,

Can you hear?

I’m singing this loud,

Can you hear me with this face on?

How about with this in my hand?

©Brian C. Williams/System*Publishing

NEW! Eli Record Eli Queen

Just for the Hell of it I did a quick edit pass through a old poetry collection and uploaded it to my Smashwords store. It's another You Set The Price release so you can get it for free or drop some dollars my way. 

ELI RECORD ELI QUEEN

PULL UP THAT SHIELD

People want to say what about your responsibilities,

Their lives,

You're not a cattle to be herded,

Your life is your prize,

Keep lies off your highs,

And if you have to cut those ties,

They want to play simple realities,

But that's not how life works,

And that's not how you get happy,

Go,

Go and be free,

Go my friend,

If you're ready go,

You might think no one believes in you,

But you believe in you,

Anyways no one believing in you can't defeat you,

That's only something you can do,

And you don't have time to be your own worst enemy,

They might chant,

They might chatter,

That you will find yourself alone,

But alone can be happy and being surround by thousands can be alone,

Caught in a structure of what everyone sees as perfect for you,

What they want for you is them being selfious,

Because the point is where you find happiness is where you find yourself on your own road,

People want to say what about your responsibilities,

Their lives,

They want to play simple realities,

Go,

Go,

Go,

They want to talk about what's tough,

But the part you need to scream is when you say I'm not coming back home,

Your life matters,

Pull up that shield,

Not to hide but to defend,
Because this your happy chant,

And that's how life works,

That's how you get happy,

Go,

Go and be free for you,

Go,

Go,

My friend if your ready go,

(c)brian c. williams

system*publishing

KILL MACHINE a poetry collection

To celebrate the 4th of July I just uploaded a old poetry collection {KILL MACHINE} I released to my Smashwords store today. It's You Pick The Price! You can download for free and then pay if you liked after.

For more poetry visit the Bloodwaste Books blogger page. I plan to update poetry there on a monthly basis.

NEW EPISODE: a poetry collection

     I haven't released anything in a while so I thought I'd rerelease one of my old LuLu poetry collections on my new projects home at Smashwords. Hope you enjoy NEW EPISODE. Oh, did I mention it's free. Yes, free unless you want to pay for it. You know tip the jar so to speak. Below is one of the poems within the collection.

BOMB

Bombing for Christ,

Bombing for hate,

Bombing to push back the wait,

Bombing for joy,

Bombing for pain,

Bombing to drawn out the rain,

Bombing for war,

Now there is growth,

Bombing is just the truth,

Bombing to cut,

Bombing to kill,

Murder in a military dressed up drill,

Bombing is fun,

Bomb out the sun,

See the darkness,

Who won?

(c)brian c. williams

SYSTEM*PUBLISHING

THAT LINE

I know you have these dusty old pieces of paper

That drives you to try and rape a women

To shame her

For making a choice

About her own body

But here’s a thought

That woman who you want to

Pressure

Fine

Jail

Or punish

For making a choice

About her own life

As the thoughts dance

Through your brain

Your eyes

Your choices

About getting your way

With other peoples lives

Other peoples bodies

Picture that probe

That law

That bomb planted at a clinic

Putting your wife

Your sister

Your daughter

Your mother

Into that chair

That situation

That casket.

(c)Brian C. Williams
System * Publishing