Bugle call in cadence be
spread your deep sincerity

Reverberate its call
within our minds
of good deeds done
for better times

Heroes of every walk of life
remembered by bugle sounds
into vesper night
It's sounding love of mankind
and sacrifice
About everyday people
like you and me
About brass sounds that triumph liberty
It's sounding our land, not laid bare,
by the right to speak
It's sounding about lives laid down
that freedoms seek
And through that bugle call we see
in taps that sound great dignity

We must fight
not to relinquish
our hard earned truth
in bugle calls of our youth

Now i lay my bugle
down to sleep
And still i hear that
sound
that haunting sound
forever be
that ushers forth
our dignity

' A Circulation is a tremendous situation,
because it's aviation is not to complete with the true relation,
between the up and downs, round n rounds, tap in or tap out, strike through or blow a fuse,
to avoid the way straight back to 'a circulation.

It hurts sometimes when things
bypass aviation.

Well truth hurts.
It hurts so bad that you won't except,
yes I admit I can't except the fact that dignity and infinity are both equal to
'a aviation that leads you sometimes right back to 'a dismissive life's situation.

Get me out of this conjunction.

Oh yeah a' circulation is really a tremendous situation.

I am but
           A sheep
Who can sport the wolf's
           Clothes.
        Here I stand,
      Called to battle,
    With a heart made
           Of gold.

Behind the pomp and circumstance
The celebrations and parades
Remember those who battled
The platoons and the brigades
Take some time to think now
Of the freedoms we possess
Of who fought the battle
Those who didn't second guess
Respect the soldiers duty
Give thanks to those who served
A handshake and a smile
Is worth a thousand words
It might be a long weekend
That many now will never see
Think of them this weekend
And give their life some dignity
Now, go and have a hotdog
Ride the float in the parade
Enjoy the fireworks exploding
Have a Happy Memorial Day

Permission to speak, I am the ally of the silenced and unheard.
I am the noise you can't shake.
Two sharp points like the accents I carry on my tongue.
I slither and squirm as I observe what they have done to you.
It's a tragedy what they think of you and how arrogantly they use you for self proclaimed prophecies.
No! I am not that! I yell loudly, but only the echo replies.
Incarceration, deportation, degradation, gentrification some of the words that burn as I spit them out.  
False ideologies are accepted as realities ignoring the facts.
I am not illegal and you don't have the right to label or decide.
I am not a criminal, never was.
Don't obstruct my academic path, I will jump each and every obstacle one by one.
I was born free, you labeled and shackled me with lies and hatred but I broke loose.
With my forked tongue I battle your double sided knife.
I am not content with the destructive pattern that has emerged with your avarice.
I will not **** for you and I will not die in vain.
My snake like tongue has no mercy and will not cease until I see dignity and peace obtained.

What makes a Man?

Does he share his dignity with the world?

Let it be known,
that wisdom is to be shown,
when a hero stands on his own,
he fights no battles he fights the wars,
from the desert wasteland to the water that pours,
he shows no hesitation,
but yet there is an instigation.

His eyes fill themselves with fury,
waiting to be ignited,
with red shades to blue,
he has nothing to say but vengeance,
welcome to his mind and it's present,
he has a soul like the waxed crescent,
he fills the void with turbulence,
but ensures his mind like the reinsurance.


He has no weakness, maybe just his bleakness,
his thought hollow, his words too few,
there can't be nothing he can't go through.

He's the star of the Nebula.

Of naked thoughts, unbridled and free
Scattered to the wind, a dearth of harmony
A rip-tide of bellowed speech and angst
Ready to pull apart this ragged seam
And erupt into a festering wound
Divided are two houses with splintered factions
Erases with ease, that which is sacred  
Even to the ungodly
What hatred and guile exists
That they cut off their own heads while declaring victory
A foreshadowing of the times to come
Must we burn down our own house?
And rid ourselves of the most defiant.
Or seek to persevere and gain back dignity
And harmony and charity and peace