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  Sep 2014 DaSH the Hopeful
Renmar
Cheerful was the day I was handed the family heirloom
It's funny how something simple can give you such hope
The kind of hope a toddler has when their mind is still pure
Purity like when you first discover what mint smells like and your parents are still your bedrock
All that yeilds when your present and future diffuse
Like the future of having 2 jobs that clash and you barely know how to use a ******* toolbar.
And the realization that soon enough you'll just be a corpse full of maggot larvae.
Then your only hope is maybe one day you'll be discovered as a fossil.
Sprouting seedling
Deep rooted and day dreaming
Through the crow's eyes
I see through the disguise
as this day fades into evening.

Indigestible persistence
Stand up to make a difference
Enchanted by the blood
of my ancestors resistance.

I pay homage as I gain
thankful for the knowledge
flowing freely through my veins
I hold the deepest respect
for this land I will protect
I am Haudenosaunee
born wild and free
and this way I shall remain.
  Sep 2014 DaSH the Hopeful
kenz
one morning changed the lives of 280 million people

one moment ended the lives of 44

10:03 on a Tuesday morning
in the fall of an American dream
a man is doing what he knows is right
on flight 93


four righteous men gave their all
on that tragic morning
one was deemed a lesser hero because
of who he chose to love

Loved his mom and he loved his dad
loved his home and he loved his man
but on that ****** Tuesday morning
he died an American


he bled red, white and blue
he died for his country
his courage stained the grass
and yet his bravery was not as
valuable as the other three heroes
because of whom he chose to
spend his life with

Even though he could not marry
Or teach your children in our schools
Because who he wants to love
Is breaking your God's rules


40 innocent american's crashed into
pennsylvanian soil that morning
4 monsters crashed landed
straight to hell
4 men saved hundreds of lives that day
four men
not three

He stood up on a Tuesday Morning
In the terror he was brave
And he made his choice and without a doubt
A hundred lives he must have saved


he was denied marriage to
the man he loved
he was denied by your god
he was denied his rights
but he never denied his country protection

And the things you might take for granted
Your inalienable rights
Some might choose to deny him
Even though he gave his life


the land of the free and
home of the brave became
the land of silence and
home of tragedy that morning
and the dismissal of a man's valor
was a part of that tragedy

Can you live with yourself in the land of the free
And make him less of a hero than the other three
Well it might begin to change ya
In a field in Pennsylvania


bravery is the same color
on everybody's hands;
it's not black nor white;
gay nor straight;
man nor woman;
courage is in the blood of every american

Stand up America
Hear the bell now as it tolls
Wake up America
It's Tuesday Morning
Let's roll


september 11th, 2001 was a day of unimaginable cruelty

our land was desecrated and our safety was shattered and our families were broken

never forget

  
                                           *m.k.
not a poem but it's important

the italicized part is 'tuesday morning' by melissa etheridge
DaSH the Hopeful Sep 2014
The light is struck away in a cold confusing slash of night
  Black creeping at my windowsill signifying the strangeness of unfamiliar surroundings
          Changed and twisted by the lack of sound the sleep of others brings
      I stay roused in the dark
      Silence biting at my ears
            My mind asking itself rhetorical questions
            

        Pacing and pacing and pacing
         and pacing and pacing


Staring out my window at slanted shadows that seem to smile back
           They're very telling
They want to get in, and bad.
  


       *I pray to God they don't.
  Sep 2014 DaSH the Hopeful
Renmar
Deep within something that doesn't exist
Or far away from someone you can't resist

That is where you find your purpose.
The reason you're supposed to live.
Only then will you truly know sanctity.
Only then can you really excell.
Some of us won't make it.
We will lay in these beds of insanity.

'Long as we have that one we can't resist
'Long as we know they simply **exist
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