yes, it did.
Just now
right now,
the now that was a moment ago and left a mark.
Beastly meme-ish mark, a consonant glyph or a ligature,
an umph!
Right between the eyes.
right between the --- fit any jective noise ---ooof!
Umphh
ouch
eyes.
no cursem
no sworn revenge, mere wind knocked
from my sail
a seen monster blocking my sail with the shadow of his storm
Float, still as a pond on the Albatross killer's sea of green.
there never was a yellow submarine,
The one Krasner sunk in central park was fake. That was in '68.
March, maybe, ides of March keep signaling meanings
I never knew were clues.
This just happened.
I was telling a friend about the effect of seeing my first man die,
as I set the scene, March, '68…
tellin' him, it was the next day, the next day after
we met in a chow-line at Camp Freznell Jones,
You axed, whatchewdoin here? I rolled my eyes.
You were a medic, you said if I needed
hope, you had dope…
(we had first met on the first day of first grade.)
I had shot him in the belly with a bb gun, when we were twelve.
He slugged me in the mouth for Alice Jones, when we were fifteen.
(there's a story, but it angles away from what just happened.)
We remembered a time.
March 1968, about a week after My Lai,
we were
nineteen year olds, schooled together in good citizenship,
since we were six,
in the year 1954. when
President Eisenhauer,
personally, we heard,
had added two words,
under and God,
to the good citizen allegiance pledge
all first grade good-citizens-to-be
were learning again,
because the new pledge meant more than the old pledge had.
That had needed to be done.
Or the commies were going to get a cobalt bomb
and blow the whole world to heck.
Per Boy's Life, the scouting mag.
This was explained by the fact that there were no escapes
from prisoner of war camps in Korea,
the commies were at
war against God,
that was explained when a captured secret brainwashing plan revealed:
the lack of knowing why America was worth dying for in Korea, among
the U.N. G.I. little brothers and younger cousins
of the greatest generation's victorious G.I.
warrior heroes, every one,
so steeped in esprit dee corp,
the ones who could would march in Parades for fifty years.
But
Those
tweener losers twixt the survivors of first
wave greatest generation warriors and us
(Talkin' bout my generation, we didn't die before we got old),
those guys nee-cess-it-ated,
Purely from lack of knowing, never having been taught
the Uniform Code of Military Justice and that our
allegiance is and was pledged to a nation under God.
Both which were new information
maybe our moms and dads didn't know yet,
we could teach them for homework
the new pledge and ask for dimes
for the march of dimes
at the same time.
Echo
The boom of babes
just beginning citizenship training for the war
they would fight, but right,
they would know,
because the commies,
could not infiltrate our schools and teach lies…
The boom of babes
just beginning citizenship training for the war
they would fight, but right,
like all the men in town who served and survived the real war,
the world war,
not a Po-lease action,
and who,
if they were shot down (no fault of their own, ****** Red Baron)
they escaped
in movie quality dramatic ways
from prisoner of war camps in Germany,
(Not many escapes from Japanese
prisoner of war camps,
but Islands account for much of that. Sharks.)
Echo
the boom of babes
just beginning citizenship training for the war
they would fight, but right,
that boom of fresh new cannon fodder for the future,
we needed to know
we were pledging, promising to pay with our life, no lie,
I pledged, we all pledged knowing, no mistake,
God is on our side,
we are, as a nation, as a citizen of this nation,
under god.
From now on.
We all stand.
--- that was all flash back---
What just happened was Doc Musgrove stopped my tale,
my telling of the first death
I watched
He remembered
He was a medic
He cleaned the mess I watched that left this stain.
He carried the bodies.
I walked away.
Then fifty years later, I figured it wouldn't hurt to tell.
But it does.
You, generations after ours, remember war
does not make better people of good citizens who know
allegiance means allied with, not ruled by.
Liege lords are things of the past. That's why the statues always fall.
We are free because truth, when known, makes us free.
Wars make no man free.
If you can't love your enemy, that's no excuse.
Set a standard, high as you can imagine,
based on the good you know is good,
{no this is not preaching it is sharing, so you don't suffer from lack of knowing and say nobody shared what he learned after becoming the definition of a heretic.}
exercise your self, discipline your self
become a disciple of good
for goodness sake
do what you know is good
as if it were being done to you
and enemies become others who maybe
you could see things like, if
you looked from a higher plane.
Yes, I dare, I was dared. An Indian kid dared me to prove
I inherited the wind.
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 4:42 PM UTC
yes, it did.
Just now
right now,
the now that was a moment ago and left a mark.
Beastly meme-ish mark, a consonant glyph or a ligature,
an umph!
Right between the eyes.
right between the --- fit any jective noise ---ooof!
Umphh
ouch
eyes.
no cursem
no sworn revenge, mere wind knocked
from my sail
a seen monster blocking my sail with the shadow of his storm
Float, still as a pond on the Albatross killer's sea of green.
there never was a yellow submarine,
The one Krasner sunk in central park was fake. That was in '68.
March, maybe, ides of March keep signaling meanings
I never knew were clues.
This just happened.
I was telling a friend about the effect of seeing my first man die,
as I set the scene, March, '68…
tellin' him, it was the next day, the next day after
we met in a chow-line at Camp Freznell Jones,
You axed, whatchewdoin here? I rolled my eyes.
You were a medic, you said if I needed
hope, you had dope…
(we had first met on the first day of first grade.)
I had shot him in the belly with a bb gun, when we were twelve.
He slugged me in the mouth for Alice Jones, when we were fifteen.
(there's a story, but it angles away from what just happened.)
We remembered a time.
March 1968, about a week after My Lai,
we were
nineteen year olds, schooled together in good citizenship,
since we were six,
in the year 1954. when
President Eisenhauer,
personally, we heard,
had added two words,
under and God,
to the good citizen allegiance pledge
all first grade good-citizens-to-be
were learning again,
because the new pledge meant more than the old pledge had.
That had needed to be done.
Or the commies were going to get a cobalt bomb
and blow the whole world to heck.
Per Boy's Life, the scouting mag.
This was explained by the fact that there were no escapes
from prisoner of war camps in Korea,
the commies were at
war against God,
that was explained when a captured secret brainwashing plan revealed:
the lack of knowing why America was worth dying for in Korea, among
the U.N. G.I. little brothers and younger cousins
of the greatest generation's victorious G.I.
warrior heroes, every one,
so steeped in esprit dee corp,
the ones who could would march in Parades for fifty years.
But
Those
tweener losers twixt the survivors of first
wave greatest generation warriors and us
(Talkin' bout my generation, we didn't die before we got old),
those guys nee-cess-it-ated,
Purely from lack of knowing, never having been taught
the Uniform Code of Military Justice and that our
allegiance is and was pledged to a nation under God.
Both which were new information
maybe our moms and dads didn't know yet,
we could teach them for homework
the new pledge and ask for dimes
for the march of dimes
at the same time.
Echo
The boom of babes
just beginning citizenship training for the war
they would fight, but right,
they would know,
because the commies,
could not infiltrate our schools and teach lies…
The boom of babes
just beginning citizenship training for the war
they would fight, but right,
like all the men in town who served and survived the real war,
the world war,
not a Po-lease action,
and who,
if they were shot down (no fault of their own, ****** Red Baron)
they escaped
in movie quality dramatic ways
from prisoner of war camps in Germany,
(Not many escapes from Japanese
prisoner of war camps,
but Islands account for much of that. Sharks.)
Echo
the boom of babes
just beginning citizenship training for the war
they would fight, but right,
that boom of fresh new cannon fodder for the future,
we needed to know
we were pledging, promising to pay with our life, no lie,
I pledged, we all pledged knowing, no mistake,
God is on our side,
we are, as a nation, as a citizen of this nation,
under god.
From now on.
We all stand.
--- that was all flash back---
What just happened was Doc Musgrove stopped my tale,
my telling of the first death
I watched
He remembered
He was a medic
He cleaned the mess I watched that left this stain.
He carried the bodies.
I walked away.
Then fifty years later, I figured it wouldn't hurt to tell.
But it does.
You, generations after ours, remember war
does not make better people of good citizens who know
allegiance means allied with, not ruled by.
Liege lords are things of the past. That's why the statues always fall.
We are free because truth, when known, makes us free.
Wars make no man free.
If you can't love your enemy, that's no excuse.
Set a standard, high as you can imagine,
based on the good you know is good,
{no this is not preaching it is sharing, so you don't suffer from lack of knowing and say nobody shared what he learned after becoming the definition of a heretic.}
exercise your self, discipline your self
become a disciple of good
for goodness sake
do what you know is good
as if it were being done to you
and enemies become others who maybe
you could see things like, if
you looked from a higher plane.
Yes, I dare, I was dared. An Indian kid dared me to prove
I inherited the wind.
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