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They just folded up his flag
Sewn up tight from bullet holes
Gunned him down cause he's a fag
That's how the story goes
We've heard of on the news
With unrest less than civil
But Timmy is left hanging from a noose
More at five, next Clark Deville
On it goes and goes and goes
Fighting for a country lost
How the flag it boldly shows
Who knows it's history's cost
Yet still the same old stories
Four hundred years ago
Reenacted for their glories
What was learned? Not sure, although
Is it better than it once was
Is better yet to come
I'll bleed a little longer if A is positive, my cuz
Walk on into battle, with a flag and with a drum
Swim through the halls of each first and secondary school
Puberty hits hard but not a caliber punch
School pride changed their colors to red, dyed in the pool (of)
Cafeteria lines like a gallery in fourth period lunch
There ain't no glory to be had
In red, blue, and white in Baghdad
No songs sang do to re to me to fa
No lesson learned, America
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And at last I thought I was free
From childhood fears
With a handful of memories
Bagged up in a kerchief on a stick
As I always thought I would when I ran away from home
At last I thought
For the briefest of flickering moments
Between butterfly wing beats
That that very same hell I left
When that door was closed
Wasn’t wrapped up inside that same kerchief
Dangling behind me on a stick
Like a carrot for my demons
Manufactured just for me
Waiting to be unwrapped once again
Under another roof
To awaken in the middle of the night
Ready for me
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Eerily marked
Irremarkably stark
Star-crossed embossed
Emboldened by fear
Near to my heart
Start walking
Talking side-by-side
Hide the thought
Caught in the pier pylons
Why long, when you can yearn
Earn a bit more of presence
Be present, Demeter
Meet her in the amber grains
Pains are taken
Wake and palms well up
Cupped, holding like pomegranate seeds
Daughter
I should have taught her, better
Met her, more than in crossing
Glossing over details
What entails, after the cyclops sifts through our entrails
Fails to hesitate where I did
Rid me of this guilt
Wilt, oh, flower of forever-now
How am I to make it home
Foam from the sea rising higher
Liar! Slung like stones at my storm-scored back
Back is where I want to go, where I want to take
You cannot make, me change
Age will not crush me as sand
Against what was planned, I will defy the gods
Rods against me never sparred
This child fared better than I, without me
See how they answer my query?
Is the answer not eerie?
In theory, the fruit rots close to home
Tomes full of these stories repeated
Beat into my head
Led me to the greener fields over-oceans
Motion me closer please
Ease with me, the crops are listening
Glistening in the morning light
Might you tell me the way to go
Show me the path
Before wrath is revealed from reason
Ease into eerie sleep
Sleep with stained hands and heart
Start tomorrow washed by the sea
See the world with new eyes
Wise as that is
his plan varies against our wills
Fills us with fear at each mark
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Eyes unblinking, ever watchful sunlit-red
Scored like devils-angels, wreathed-in-fire in my head
What am I looking for in the valley below?
Where all others fear to go
Armies march with eyes wide-shut
Clasping more than words that cut
Seraphim beside the throne of God do pray
Devils in the pits do play
Thunderbolt tablets burn images into the mind
Every hour waking, taking up thought’s – rewind
Mid-night manacled crescent moon about each wrist
Locked, unlacking without key will fade by morning to little more than mist
Fear is the final thought, but far from current
Praise to be on high and low were it weren't
Technobabble baby talked toddlers
Lord it seems, mightiest of coddler
Footnote soldiers step in time
Onward moving, over crime
Without reason, without rhyme
The unblinking eyes encased in chrome and wreathed in flame need not sleep
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I'm growing older than my heroes ever got to be
Where is the logic?
Where is the Bic?
Burnt pages out of reach is a sight to see
Smoke stained lips, fingertips, eyes cry
Better batter in my buttermilk pancakes
Pitter patter, rain takes no breaks
Do they know by journeys end, they die?
May, this midway month
Land me for less than O’Hare
Safer by the breadth of a hair
Be more than a footnote for this doudecim-stunt
I'm past the rising action
So hope to be, or not
What middling Midwest question, unanswered since a tot
Renew the race again, each firing of the gun
I'm older than my heroes now
Learned much from their misfortune
Evaded graven errors, and shared in my on portion
Deciding my destiny on what and on how
A frosted fork in the road, less traveled than mine
Neither with ease or with leisure
To who shall it benefit, our rest and our pleasure
For there are many more miles left to go and together; we'll whine
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Isaro!
How far, oh, will you go
To bend on lent time from tomorrow
Borrow
The lives of these wizards
Combatants of blizzards
Atop their fire-breathing lizards
Swordsman!
How far, oh, will fight war’s man
You deign to speak of my grander plan?
Sand
Is what these lives account for
All of the lords do not see the coming war
Flee these phoenixed fires with blade-brandished boor
Isaro!
Reshaper of the world on which we row
Why are we cast adrift in space and sorrow?
Sow
Discordant seeds to rip the land asunder
Allied yourself with the Lord of Wind and Thunder?
My doubt? Unfounded? Truly, kin-of-mine what’s left to wonder?
Swordsman!
Be shaped in the world on which we row anew, began
You hold too fast to who you were with flame and blame and then
Scan
At the horizon of opportunities against the dark and light
Shadows claw at destruction all in sight
All things can burn, even you, against our legion’s might
Isaro!
How far, oh, why oh, leave me to sigh
To die
Rely
On you? I’d sooner cry at the Elemenai’s tower
Where more than me, than you, holds power
My Lord, I’d ask forgiveness – it is no longer yours to give to allow for
Swordsman!
Set your sword away,
Your actions, let me stay
Sway
Your thoughts that I have trained over years
Reveled over beers
Do not succumb to these doubts and fears
Isaro!
No longer though
Shall you show
Go
Far from this world you have brought us to
No more are these views for you
Betrayal is not in my blood, do not let yours stain me
