Having cleared the woods
Lost
I’ve stumbled unto
A plot of land
A bone garden
Tombstones
In full bloom
America is the main character and narrator in this Poe-m, and the arms it finds itself in in the end are back into Freedom’s.
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In The Wind These Words
Having cleared the woods
Lost
I’ve stumbled unto
A plot of land
A bone garden
Tombstones
In full bloom
America is the main character and narrator in this Poe-m, and the arms it finds itself in in the end are back into Freedom’s.
Woke up this morning with this concept for.a children’s story….
…As their mom can attest
They’ve been put to the test
Their first aerial quest
Their first flight from the nest
“Flap your wings
Little things
Give it all of your best!”
Calls the mother
Of Hamish and Hanley…
Message to Republicans in the people’s government:
The 20 in the House who put up a fight,
brought a match to the House,
now give Lady Liberty a light.
…The wolves are out
They’re everywhere
The branches
The agencies
The buzz in your ear
The way to survive
Is to be aware
Pull your head out of your
… As I’ve said before
Stop acting like you care
And start to actually care
Be more than the façade
Be actually there…
…The window and your motives
Two things I see right through
Your aim to burn America
No, that will never do
There’re 200 million more like me
Hellbent on stopping you
The window and your motives
Two things we see right through
…I don’t know how
My world’s not a blur
Then you take control
Of my aperture
As it dials down
The temperature rises
You set my world on fire…
**Read to the tune of “Just a Gigolo”
I’m just a Giglio
And everyone I know
Don’t believe a word I’m sayin’
Just a Giglio
Lying’ under oath
And everyone knows the game I’m playin’
Lied at every chance
Selling out, then a word dance
Oooh, Gitmo, they’re sayin’
Will they come some day
Come and put me away
Will I get away, you doubt me
When the end comes I know
I’m just a Giglio
Lies are all around me…
…America
Stand up
Before they lay you down
Six feet below
Six feet below your hallowed ground
In a hole shoveled by their narrative
Filled with their countless lies
Covered up by the corrupt media
Under blind fact-checking eyes…
Hey ForBiden Fruit Spider
Spinning reality
Into your web of lies
But you’re not hungry
For bugs or flies
You want my money
You want my guns
You want my freedom, my voice, my sons
From one pissed off American…
She says
I can’t be a member
A member of this thing called life
If I spend it all
A fallen leaf…
Do you remember
When sane was in?
But you chose to put on Dem blinders
Then some half-wit lib shouted
“Let the games begin!”
Fall is sad
Winter’s lonely
Not so bad
For the trees
If the leaves would only
Stop living up to their names
Put an end
To their falling games
Maybe the leaves
Would change their ways
If the trees would start
To call them stays
…I should have known
When we first met
She picked me up
I’d won the bet
As I got in
And sat beside her
I saw her car
It was a Spyder
Now it’s as dark
As darkness gets
She spins me
From her spinnerets
Life
Blooming
It’s as good as it gets
Finding love
Blooming
In the land of a million sunsets
In the land of a million sunsets
What I’ve found
Blooming
It’s the most life lets
Finding love
Blooming
In the land of a million sunsets
In the land of a million sunsets…
Don’t want to hold you down
Like the laces of an umbrella
Meant to tie it when it’s down
Tie it up to hold it down
Gonna hold you up, not hold you up
Just want to hold you up
Let your wings open wide
Meant to fly
Not tied down
Fly high in the sky
Not tied
Completely unbound
To let you fly
I only want to let you fly
I only want to hold you up, to let you fly
I share with you a sad, sad story. The sad, sad story of Handsstill and Regrettel…
We…
Hold these truths
To be self-evident
They…
Withhold all truths
To fit their narrative
We’re…
Live and let live
Don’t tread on me
They’re…
Take and no give
What’s yours belongs to me
They flip that story
Handy
But their witches house
Is made of candy
The Handsstill’s and Regrettel’s
Think it’s all dandy
All fat and happy in their cages
While the world around them rages….
I would like to think
Our time together
Not all disposable
Our memories memorable
All pictures poseable
As I look back
I take a drink
We shared a love
I’d like to think…
Step
Don’t step
Do
Don’t do
I’ll be me
You do you
A choice to make
A choice for you
But not for time