#patriot
Please accept my credentials
as I attempt to identify…
I know I have it somewhere,
my pristine societal ties..
Believe me when I assure you,
I genuinely cares.
Where ever this is headed,
I’m already there!
Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 10:17 AM UTC
aka the artist, aka prince aka PRINCE
now, that is slick!
dropping your last name, to make you more famous
even though yo daddy was there, to give it to you
and he is already famous
smith really is a boring name
independence day for your new nation's mind
what do they call the first independance day?
not the one we celebrate yearly.
but the one where it first happened?
oops
i am sorry if i hurt you
oops i
did it again
oops i did
it again
oops i did it
AGAIN!
this is brittany *****
i think she knew who it was
who needs a last name to draw a buzz?
what came first, the peach or the fuzz
all i ever got was the pit
is it okay if i call you willow smith
or is it miss willow
i will not use all caps for anybody!
i come first!
Nov 7, 2021
Nov 7, 2021 at 8:17 AM UTC
when you go from low to low
how do you know when you're low again?
jump off the roof, to get back in the flow again
oh no, here we go again
seeds we sow blow away then grow again
we never know the seeds that we sow again
get up high, now get low again
i paid child support here come that ** again
can winds blow away?
to never blow again
wind creates the way
to have it's own go, again
oops
i am sorry
point that finger and confess
i can't digest or digress
we digest to find less?
pro and pre and method best
Nov 7, 2021
Nov 7, 2021 at 7:50 AM UTC
All the forgotten lawns, and far apart, and monsters in the darks.
The cross country farms, some kids are playing on.
Thus, our liberation falls, a soldier dies, a family cries.
See dropping blood! Oh Hallelujah! Oh Jesus Christ!
All waters are iced, and the bread smells of rot. And ghosts knocking at the door, right? For its the wicked king's payments time!
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 1:43 PM UTC
America, is that you?
Your stars are looking dim.
Stripes look nice on prison clothes,
but yours are wearing thin.
America, is that you
there behind the mask?
Of course, I too, am wearing mine.
You don't need to ask.
America, is that you
angry in the street,
smashing windows, spreading fire?
And is your dream complete?
America, was it you
I saw on evening news
dancing like a circus monkey,
speaking as you're cued?
America, is that you
propped up by the wall
with little men surrounding you,
waiting for your fall?
America, use your voice
and let me know it's you.
I can't hear much over the noise
that's coming from the zoo.
America, it must be you,
though I can hardly see.
I'm feeling for you in the dark.
America, it's me.
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 1:42 PM UTC
I was a bigot,
My body wrapped in red and white,
With blue eyes on stardom.
I was a saint,
Satan's servant with a Bible,
A man of God's war crimes.
I was a fundamentalist,
Funding mental lists of hate
With money stolen from the poor.
I was a colonist,
Carving out sacred land
For the benefit of my white body.
I was a misogynist,
Marking my territory like a dog,
******* on the other’s freedom.
I was an American,
A white straight man,
A brutal prodigy of the patriarchy.
I was
As he was,
A lineage that will be broken.
Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 5:42 PM UTC
There was a ****** in my nation today,
There was a ****** in my nation yesterday.
But unlike the other time, my nation did not cry.
It did not bang the doors of justice,
My nation did not try.
The criminals sat on thrones and proved themselves innocent.
The innocent became guilty as they had only a few pennies and no more cent.
I did not see people cry,
I did not hear the pain
I did read the news where they said, 'The murderer fled by a train.'
I could not see the people hugging,
I could not see love,
but in my nation, I saw a dead, white-feathered dove.
The peace in my nation died,
the girl in my nation died.
The people in power laughed while the nation cried.
I saw the flag of my nation but all I saw was white.
I saw my nation's condition
but all I could do was to write.
So, I will tell you how there was a ****** in my nation yesterday,
and there was a ****** in my nation today.
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 2:45 AM UTC
Is Anarchy really far away
at any given point in time
the government in disarray
pinching our nickles
and our dimes
What do you invest in
when there's nothing to believe
where to end, or begin
with nothing to achieve
Who do you trust my friend
and where should we all turn
when darkness and blight descend
everyone, and everything too burn
Buy the weapons and artillery
that keep us safe and sound
full and abject the capacity
total and complete, the round
Who will save the day
protect the weak, and young
finding someway somehow a way
a bell that goes
unrung
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 10:12 PM UTC
he tackle
the law
that wrestle
the modernity
with pain
like Lysander
when politics
wrangle the
Star-Spangled Banner
when it
drew the
hep of
carols there's
an honest
girl to
sing granola
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 10:25 AM UTC
Mrs Malaprop got away, a way, I mean, a way
wit words
she can say shitistic stuff as if stuffit were a joy,
when she says it, while
telling
still silken legs crosse demurely,
the delicate ankle
that made monks blush and blurt out
confession,
MY GAWD,
rolling, clockwise, as she sees it,
counter to my
FPS POV, but we both see the direction,
east, the earth is turning east from now
to then when
you become wel here in now.
Recall the lesson of flat land, whoever taught it
coulda been AE Wilder-smith hammered
Jael's nail home,
Couldabin, mightabeen Sagan made the killing blow
young earth shattered.
Fossils seeped their living substance into stone,
petrific, ter ific magnetic trick of missed percepticons
fired fully of the intention, I must mention,
stretching truth to cover conjecture when ideas
like what happened in the "Cambrian" being being
explosive become
purposeful in minds of men, wombed or un---
--- once
--- before you knew, that hapt.
--- and, god, did men make up storys.
on track. Back when men first imagined doing
making, art arose and
we all know
a rose, by any other name is a rose.
That's the idea in self evidence. It's a key to
the Declaration of Independence making sense,
at the level of we, the people, who know
self-evident non-thingables, when we hold them.
At first, they feel like sleepy puppies. These
truths we hold selfevidently right.
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 3:47 PM UTC
I am here now
Amidst the ashes;
Away from the world's mystification.
Do not weep for me now
Remember my sacrifices;
My love, my life for the nation.
They reckon they've won now
They laugh, they celebrate-
Sad! they do not grasp the ramification.
Mother have lost her child now
Holding a grave ache in her heart.
And me- a fallen father for my girl and son!
Will I be avenged now!
Or end up like a long lost memory
Of honor and love for my country?
Will I be avenged!
Or end up as a tool in the game of politics
Between vultures clutching on the opportunity?
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 11:38 AM UTC
Oh Canada
You are one hundred and fifty years young
And across this great nation our many
Cultures are proclaimed as asset
Rather than liability
Or so the Head mouths
Until the Head attempts to ban its own niqab
How can We truly be free
When the Head proclaims:
“Smile, you’re on camera, oh patriot
You have nothing to fear if you but OBEY
If you allow our shears to slice
Your liberties free from you
A twisted plot device
To put in motion
Taxes, taxes,
Bombings, bombings,
So We don’t fall down!”
The Mouth tells us:
“Your safety comes at a price,
Oh Canada
Safety is not a cheap commodity
Oh nation
We owe it to our southern Big Brother
To help enforce peace
It is time for us to pay the bank
What we are owed
Oh country
Like unto what Ginsberg once said;
‘It’s them Russians, them Russians,
And them Chinamen.
And the terrorist Boogeyman.’”
Head smiles approvingly at Mouth
As the Hands share Their gospel:
“Children, do not fret,
All is well so
Keep calm and carry on
we act to protect your safety
Feel the comfort of the
Flak jackets of the Watchmen
Strong and secure among us
Patrolling with tanks, guns, and teargas
All is well, little ones,
Let us tuck you in with a sweet THC sleep
we act as we do in your best interests.
The match which lit the state-approved ****
Snuffed out by the wind of the vox populi:
“We cry
Oh nation
Over the spilled blood
Of the unarmed soldier who died
Protecting the epitaph of the nameless
We mourn for the nation’s first
Whose land was unjustly taken
Their wealth pillaged
Distributed amongst ********
We weep for the babies
Who cannot get into hospitals
Whose waiting rooms filled for hours
Because the doctors are too overworked
To deliver the children
Who will grow up to find
They have none of the skills
For any of the jobs
We cannot keep calm and carry on
Freedom is in peril
We must defend it with all our might
Protect what’s ours by right
The right to grow love
Not nuclear third arms
The right to be known as a people
Of bravery and longevity
Not platitudes and brevity
We have the duty to remember that we
Are the True North Strong AND FREE
Oh Canada
Your People Stand on Guard For THEE
~
NM
07/01/17
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 3:24 PM UTC
Cold
Cold is the flesh of one departed
But not forgotten, not alone
Their name is lost but their deed remembered
Cold is the flesh, cold like stone
Hard
Hard was the task of those departed
To give all, and remain unknown
But they did not falter, remained unyielding
Hard are the features on a face of stone
Strong
Strong were the spirits of those departed
Even when lead tore flesh from bone
They marched as ever for king and country
Strong were the beats of their hearts of stone.
Proud
Proud are we to have come to know them
The men and women who call this land home
Ever defiant, ever courageous.
Proud am I of this my land of stone.
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 4:20 PM UTC
Such a shame
Whose cause is the effect?
Where are the shoulders
that should carry the blame?
Why and how
could one ignore
the awesomely
tragic regret?
Who are the they?
Those whom to blame
The guilty one that bares
little or no remorse
Should that one be indicted
tried and judged convicted
of High Crimes unto
Unspeakable Treason?
The unforgiven, unforgivable
...unforgiving Patriot
Purposed to rebellion
against the established order
Conscripted from birth unto the Eternal Blessed Revolution
Running insubordinately
when instructed to stand still
Walking when ordered to sit
Standing when advice from all is to lay down
Blame me for surely
without doubt
it must be all my fault
Such a shame
Blame Me.
-R.
(6.1.10)
-Hlywd
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 1:27 AM UTC
I hear bullets piercing through the dry wind and then I remember my mission: to free those hopeless spirits who have sinned.
I fought for survival, hiding in the grass like a deceiving snake;
Slithering, swivelling, searching;
Searching for someone to lead me to my treacherous fate.
I am imploding with hurt, sorrow, suffering-
That I have contained for too long. Then a bullet fires
straight into my heart.
I loved you all those years
You raised me, shaped me, taught me how to be a soldier.
You were my guide, mother, forced me to overcome my fears.
I feel that fire burning inside of me now.
That fire that united me and you-
Only to be put out by the cruel water of my mission.
You were a patriot;
Gave up your body, life for your motherland. That anguish, ordeal
Still endures in my heart.
And it will be trapped there forever
Until I rest in a bath of worms and mud.
Betrayed by those who feared your beauty. They may known you as a ***** criminal...
But I knew you as a patriot,
Who saved the world.
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 9:14 AM UTC
A glorious hstory of jew in his array of spirit today
that rose on a dream where bona fide with proprietorship it posted its golden way in a suburban place near the bay.
This glorious monument of her time with mayoral sublime
and a museum grew a Buckminster Tavern extemporizing resound
she lie in midst of my siren that denizen Yankees.
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 8:46 AM UTC
<robotic singing>
*The Russians have Colonel Troutman,
Don't know what to do about him,
And the Russians have Colonel Troutman.*
Cannot get any respect in...
...his People they were abandoned,
Heart in chest, it is pounding,
America in fight since founding,
And the Russians have Colonel Troutman.
*The Russians have Colonel Troutman,
Don't know what to do about him,
And the Russians have Colonel Troutman.*
You better believe he's coming,
His name, -Rambo/he's cunning,
The Enemy's weak are running,
Rescue the Colonel, -don't doubt him,
Commie's cannot have the Troutman!
*The Russians have Colonel Troutman,
Don't know what to do about him,
And the Russians have Colonel Troutman,*
Rambo, John J.
Cannot be stopped they say,
Patriot's heart in play,
Russians are going to pay.
Cold War became Hot today,
They don't know what to do about him?
They ****** up when they seized the Troutman!
The Russians have Colonel Troutman,
Don't know what to do about him,
And the Russians have Colonel Troutman.
Rambo is all about 'em,
Coming now, -never doubt him,
John J. the guerilla, -a mountain,
and the Russians had Colonel Troutman.
*The Russians had Colonel Troutman,
Didn't know what to do about him,
And the Russians lost Colonel Troutman.*
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 1:12 AM UTC
Dear America,
what have you become,
so busy worried about where you’re going,
that you’ve forgotten where you’re from,
I am your begotten son,
and I love you,
I love you,
more than these wonderful words can say,
I love you but I don’t know what to do,
because I fear that you’ve gone astray,
like an abusive drunken Trump father,
or a used up distracted Hilary mother,
you seem so drunkenly enraged by greed,
engaged in a lustful want that you falsely believe is a need,
“Oh say can you see,
by the dawn’s early light”,
we bomb people we’ve never even seen before,
something must be wrong because nothing feels right,
why,
why am I scared of you,
maybe it’s your violent tendencies,
maybe it’s your egotistical ways,
maybe it’s how you’ve created all these enemies,
and now these enemies won’t just leave us alone and go away,
“Oh say,
can you see,
by the dawn’s early light”,
you are my parents and I look up to you,
I love to see the Statue of Liberty’s guiding light,
but honestly,
at this point I don’t know what to do,
I am your son,
and even after all you’ve put me through I still love you,
but I am absolutely terrified at what you’ve become,
what we’ve all become,
and even when I run far away to try and escape,
I realize we are family so no matter how far I run,
I am still an American,
because I am America’s Son,
come,
back home,
back to the times of apple pies peace and butterflies,
before,
the drones,
and satellites appeared ominously like shooting stars in the summer skies,
come,
inside,
let’s talk about life over home cooked pumpkin pie,
I’ve got some questions and I don’t mean to pry,
but why have we had to capitalize off destruction,
why do we still have war what is it’s real function,
why destroy when we can construct a constant connection,
a solid foundation with good intentions and clear instructions,
so we can finally heal and move forward as a family that properly functions!
Be a good husband,
be a good wife,
be a good person,
lead a good life,
look,
it’s not that complicated,
see all us children would forgive all your murderous mistakes,
if only you’d just take the first step and admit that you made them,
he served two tours in Iraq gave his all and lost his life for this country,
and all he got in return was that Arlington grave you gave him,
God please save him,
he was a good kid,
even though he killed,
he did it because his Uncle Sam told him to,
please don’t place him beneath us in Hell,
Uncle Sam didn’t know any better either,
and it seems his parents had raised him quite well,
but Uncle Sam’s not his brother’s keeper,
I am and I know my brothers well,
and when any of us lose any of our lives,
we only pray we leave with a story to tell,
because maybe we believe,
that when we leave this life we lead,
at least we leave the world a little bit better,
from sea to shining sea,
at least,
a little,
bit,
better.
Whatever,
what more do you want me to say,
I love you I am your son,
but I’m scared and that scared feeling won’t just go away,
“Oh say,
can you see,
by the dawn’s early light”,
I write by the light of the bright stars,
and through these words I’ve earned my stripes,
and since we’re on the subject when did the public,
go from stars and stripes to bars and fights?
Honestly America,
as much as I distrust and despise you I still put no one above you,
even though I’m ashamed of you for invading our privacy like an invasive enema,
I don’t even trust you anymore and the only One i used to trust was you,
you’re like a blemish on otherwise perfect skin like irritating eczema,
I am embarrassed,
of the ways in which you’ve behaved and all you’ve put us through,
but I am still your begotten son,
and after all you’ve put me through I still love you…
“Oh say can you see,
by the dawn’s early light”…
∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
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Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 11:19 AM UTC
You were a ghost town and I was too patriotic to leave.
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 2:41 AM UTC
I went to Church this morning
And Left
Right about the Time
It Felt like an Advertisement
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC