Tag: war

Killing Man

Man has been killing man

From the start of man

With their stones

And their bombs

With their rules

And their doctrines

With their religions

And their convictions

With their laws

And their small minds

With their…

A hernandez 8 22 2025

“4 Poems of Morbid Origin” by A. Hernandez / 1989

(I wrote this a long time ago. Not sure (as usual in present time) what was going through my mind. But I felt it needed to be put on paper. Warning Very Dark Stuff.)

1. A Massacre Artist I am

This is one way to get back in the big

Picture. One way to introduce hardship tales. My gun breaks

Tiny tots into flesh explosions, an artist using blood as my

Paint. My masterpiece, I am a killing machine with my

Big war gun I dismember behead and cut into shreds,

Oh I am so proud I am going to die. I shoot myself

To death, my pain, my signature is implanted forever.

Sadness overcomes my art, I am never regretful for

What I do. I just sign my name I be on my way.

God has a way to deal with my misfortune. I’ll meet

The evil devil today.

2 27 1989 A. Hernandez

2. Sick Jokes

I give you my hand so tenderly and then

So suddenly your hand burns. It’s just a

Joke but no one’s laughing loud. It’s just a sickness that corrodes my deep hidden

Soul.

I throw tiny bombs into friendly crowds

Full of youngsters, and parents are seen

Flying in pieces in all directions. It was

Just a joke. But I can notice no one grinning. I

See my sickness in my full length mirror

Picking at my broken heart. I am a joke.

I am so funny, like refried Easter

Bunnies. I am so sick of a dry joke.

And so is folk, I joke.

A. Hernandez 2 27 1989

3. Death in a Swamp

I am about to see the tree never ever again

And I am so very afraid. My life is but a short

Time, a few seconds. My life is no more than

A few seconds. I am afraid I am so scared.

What is left of me is above the quick sand, my

Head. I am sinking so miserably, my lungs are

Under extreme pressure. In front of my eyes I see cute

Black spots appearing and disappearing.

I should have never have taken my life into my own

Hands.

I am so crazy. All this time. I make pictures

Of myself being ripped apart by a giant shark. Why

Do I let this happen? I see blood surrounding my

Thin neck, my eyes are watching all this sickness.

Please forgive me if I make you sick.

2-27 1989 a. Hernandez

4. Mad Mad and Crazy

I am a very weird person

You do understand my son?

Your dad is a very stranger.

Your very life in danger,

So run run away do not return

I might go wild and you’ll burn!

Please forgive me do not cry,

Maybe someday I will fry.

a. Hernandez 2 27 1989

4 Poems of Morbid Origin – A Massacre Artist I am – Sick Jokes – Death In A Swamp – Mad Mad And Crazy 2-27-1989 / The original paper and inks