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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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…
…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
Come the dispatch man
And in his dispatch bag
A Declaration
A Constitution
Unfolds the message
Of the American flag
Wave it proud
Fly it high
Americans
But to you
A dispatch
Come a time to pay
And it’s that time for you
It’s time to dispatch you
**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…
Hello
I’m Jess
Jess Doinmyjob…
Hello
I’m Mike
Mike B. Awhistleblower…
We’re not wrong
But can we do what’s right
From one pissed off American…
…But you
You’ll never amount
To the dust of diamonds
Need to fly straight
But you swerve more
Than the winding river bends
Regret’s the only destination
Where that river ends
Every day you spend with her
You live knowing
She deserves better
But you won’t let her go
More wrong that you’ll ever know…
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
I’m at war with my peripheral vision,