"battlecry" poems
As the growing world unraveled
And I began the dismal ascension of maturity
I stumbled out the fog of childhood
And there you were:
Advice to head and educate
A Battlecry and a Mandate.
Faith; in things to happen yet
Strength in knowledge- hope in regret;
Stories expressing casually:
Evils impartiality. and
tales of golden fantasies
How no drug is ever stronger than me.
These few phrases I imagine, you see
Into dreams only I can keep.
from start until the seventh day
Waking hour's dreamless sleep.
**Oh how you cushion the destruction-
the entrancement of seduction
to paint to play to grow to teach
Expression extending as I reach**.
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 3:28 AM UTC
There is a magic dragon
That my father and I know
It circles me then glides back to him
No matter where we go.
Inside this invisible little beast,
Part of my dad does stay
Immortalized, by magic art
please never go away.
Upon these words dragon's wings hang
ontop the lonley wind,
supported- gliding endlessly
Through life's chaos its spinned.
With every spin circling back,
To the begninng, till each end....
Each time another battlecry -
This Heavy heart's hardened.
May I be rendered, in truths light
When deception's shadow's tall,
& may that dragon help me find
A way back through it all.
Mar 15, 2023
Mar 15, 2023 at 12:21 AM UTC
You know it’s a cold world
with hearts even colder
So few heroes seen
Evildoers get bolder
No choice, but to step up
and prepare for the fight
Not many other men
will stand up for your rights
It’s time to think with your own mind,
to walk your own steps
Hold your head high, yes,
but, please, protect your own neck
There’s no need to stress
Just attempt to do your best
cleaning the world’s mess
Don’t forget to take a rest
It’s a lifetime achievement
A path you walk alone
There’s little time to settle
when there’s so much to roam
Don’t become sidetracked by attacks
or distracted by a side kick,
though it’s rare to find
a good friend or a nice chick
Still, remain focused,
stay true to the cause
Know how much time you lose
when you choose to pause
May your name become a legend
and strike fear into foes
May life become better
with everywhere that you go
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
[Verse 1:]
Sharp like an edge of a samurai sword
The mental blade cut through flesh and bone
Though my mind's at peace, the world out of order
Missing the inner heat, life gets colder
Oh yes, I have to find my path
No less, walk on earth, water, and fire
The elements compose a magnum opus
My modus is operandi is amalgam
Steel packed tight in microchip
On my arm a sign of all-pro
The ultimate reward is honor, not awards
At odds with the times in wars with no lords
A freelancer
A battle cry of a hawk make a dove fly and a tear dry
Wonder why a lone wolf don't run with a ****
Only trust your instincts and be one with the plan
[Hook]
Some days, some nights
Some live, some die
In the way of the samurai
Some fight, some bleed
Sun up to sun down
The sons of a battlecry
Some days, some nights
Some live, some die
In the way of the samurai
Some fight, some bleed
Sun up to sun down
The sons of a battlecry
[Verse 2]
Look, just the air around him
An aura surrounding the heir apparent
He might be a peasant but shine like grand royalty
He to the people and land, loyalty
We witness above all to hear this
Sea sickness in the ocean of wickedness
Set sail to the sun set no second guessing
Far east style with the spirit of wild west
The "quote-unquote" code stands the test of
Time for the chosen ones to find the best of
Noble minds that ever graced the face of
A hemisphere with no fear, fly over
[Bridge]
The blue yonder where
The sky meets the sea
And eye meets no eye
And boy meets world
And became a man to serve the world
To save the day, the night, and the girl too
[Hook]
Some days, some nights
Some live, some die
In the way of the samurai
Some fight, some bleed
Sun up to sun down
The sons of a battlecry
Some days, some nights
Some live, some die
In the way of the samurai
Some fight, some bleed
Sun up to sun down
The sons of a battlecry
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 4:57 AM UTC
It's our time
*The sublime
Rhyme and reason
We season this reality with words instead of thyme:
Both are medicinal
Antiseptic chemicals to keep away the grime*
Don't tell me any different
Bare witness to the gift of bliss that is expression
Words can increase life expectancy in the midst of depression
They can get back at those who hurt you without using a weapon
Or refresh your mental image when you're feeling less than
They form legacies and dedications
Eulogies and congratulations
They give everything in existence an identity
Even the most ****** obscenities
Words are life and words are love
Words even form this silly cheesy stuff
**To everyone feeling poetic, I have but one question
What's one way, while writing, your life has been blessed in?**
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 3:46 PM UTC
we talked silently
& without repose
under the blood red sun
of our sunken desire
my eroding heart
beating with each breath.
& laughter - falling out of love
& time
i clench every word in my mouth
red and seething
down my face
i can't find an excuse
breaking the silence
of the hyacinthic beauty
its pristine value charged
and buzzing at my
hip
Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 6:51 AM UTC
Speeding away from gravitational orbit
The moon ablaze as gazes glare from the cockpit
A jacket of jet leather with patches abound
The Dead Kennedys and Franz Ferdinand
Keeping political war on Earth's ground
Flying away into the plains of space
As the plane of time gives hearty chase
Hollow youth filled with snippets of old age
As their battlecry channels an inner rage
Death to all earthly matters that muddle our future
The neon glow hums as the last remnant of a culture
So make way for this warrior who shall bring us all closure
Rebelling like a banshee set ablaze over Orion's shoulder
Ensuring the enemy's final haze destroys their dying composure
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 3:49 PM UTC
our circles of right and wrong,
fractured in absence of fickle zen,
stand now across the sky
diagramed on clouds in venn
and smiling the grey
blobs block the meteors;
it’s love of life that may
chain our bodies in the center
of that shifty airy water space
where waffles are gentrification
and the hands we hold are separation
and its happening everyplace
we go. so to talk and act
separately, is to deny that cloudy venn;
to go where mind is scarcely fact
and establish a dangerous distance
cuz yesterday I meditated
but today I must’ve particulated
cuz I see we’re one big contradiction
inside love that’s bound to mediation.
friere would say this occupation
is precisely our ontological vocation,
but to subjectify ourselves at the very
center of the venn is to carry
a weight upon the column
of my spinal cord unknown
even to the days
of my very best posture.
yet, your resistance to the slump—
it guides me to listen for the thump
thump of distant drums:
a revolutionary battlecry
through which I extend my hand
to hold yours across the waffled
space which we’ve so ******
our heartbeat races through my mind.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
This for the little brothers
And the widowed mothers
To the Sunday morning snoozers
And the gamenight losers
To the wimps in the schoolyard
And even the bullies just down the boulevard
Shake the dust.
This is for the shopfront greeters,
The youth group worship leaders,
For the early morning joggers and the late night bike riders,
And for the boy who's crush loves someone else
For milk crate ball players,
And for the wallflower haters
Plant the forests.
To the sleepers and the dreamers,
And to the bed-wetters,
As well as the lonely love letters
To the broken hearts who write poems
And the broken souls that stole them
To men who work for a family they never see
And girls who want a lover but they'll never be
Split the seas.
For the heavens you have lived and the hells you felt you have gone through,
For the demons who have overcame and the ones yet to be overcome
For the ones who have stuck with the Lord all the same
And the ones who don't yet know His name
For the fair-weather friends the friends 'til the end
The overnighters and the stories told at campfires
Move the mountains.
This is to the poet, and lovers who don't yet know it
To the writers but it's just a hobby,
The Debbie Downers who can't stop me
This is for the authors whose books is left unread on dusty shelves
And the girls who hate the look of themselves
To the ones, that when it rains, they choose to sing
And the winter you must endure to reach the spring
Shake the dust.
This is to all of you,
and I will say it again: shake the dust.
Because from the dust you were made,
and to the dust you will return.
So let this poem not be mere words that barely flow,
may this poet not just be another kid,
too quixotic to change the world.
But might my poetry be the notes
which your words are carried by.
Let them swing and sway,
a piece to our battlecry,
some sylable in your life story.
Because from the dust you will rise,
so carry the dirt with you
and take the world by storm,
for the ground you scrape from your palms
is the story you form.
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 12:58 PM UTC
The soul of Heaven
Panoptically piercing
The flight ideas of
Fateful formaking;
The forfended
Resonance of the choirs
Of thunder provoking perdition
The seditious war drums of
Silence weaving movements of being
The ambient battlecry lament
The resounding echoe
Within my soul, knotting
A prism of shadows
Rumbling beyond eternity
Like flowers that grow dead
The aura of time
Musing tidal memory
Reminiscent of twilight
The mercurial epoch of light
A spectrum of emotion.
ELEETE J MUIR.
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 9:42 AM UTC
Picking up pieces in the middle of the season of broken hearts mend apart. American child doa youll have tobe ready to die If you want to survive. hear the the battlecry take a step stand by till the end learn to to fight for your fellow men . Pick up your arms join the warfare beat to the sound of the drums hear the echoing snare . Fight for the right to survive just keep on marchin and marchin. While I am rocknrollen ur trigga fingga swollen make your way to the end of the line. Gun flashes in the sky. Waking up the night. This is a battle my child. Lift up your arms. Step up to face the war. Walk out to save a soul. Give them home my battlecry we will save the world this time.
Apr 22, 2010
Apr 22, 2010 at 11:40 AM UTC
I made a pitcure of jade and emma,
Tossed it on my wall,
Even took a couples pics
They loved it, that was all.
Neither understood its facts,
and till now, neither did I
Intended not as honorary, but as a battlecry.
That picture I conceived of them, includes me in it not- just my reflection in it's glaze, an abstraction in their thoughts.
And yes, even we formidibal three
Somehow all forgot
That even forever aint forever
Our lessons already taught.
And so the power of this image, is more then I will share-
It merley depicts my two best friends,
Admiting they don't care.
This type of art is devistating.
Astonishingly clever,
So clear its truths invisible
The subjects see it never.
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 3:48 PM UTC
Wander, ebb and flow,
Discern where in this desert the wind should blow
There's a battlecry for convention
An even fiercer for freedom
It is the slight rustle when a tumbleweed passes
-cj
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
The time has come.
I must now say farewell.
But don't be glum!
You will see me again.
I'm going to make my name known
Across the ocean in a foreign land.
I'm going to experience the world
So as to soak up the wisdom of others.
And they will know me--
My name will ring like a battlecry.
My stories will entertain the passerby.
They will chant for me "Encore! Encore! Brava!"
They will throw themselves into the midst of the hoopla.
And when I've exhausted their reserves of attention,
I'll head home and be done with pretention.
For in all the traveling I'll do,
No one will know me like you.
And no matter how good
The fame makes me feel,
They will only know
My name as a battlecry,
My stories for the passerby,
How they chant "Brava",
And throw themselves into the hoopla.
But you will know
My favorite color is grey.
My hair is naturally straight.
My jam band is Train.
And most of all...
My real name.
Wait, why am I leaving?
To travel and meet Sting?
Why would I waste my days
Scouring the world for fame
When happiness is being known
By the One who loves you the most?
I think I'll retract my farewell,
That I might stay and with You dwell.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 2:54 PM UTC
Splintered and sinister,
this cracked country
comes to wither.
Are we one,
or the forgotten?
****** we cower in the hate for
that of which was once so proud.
Severed souvenir civilians
can we come to root the Earth again?
Intertwine our truths,
that have torn at the fault lines
of this rattled nation?
Stand tall now with the world
we shall soon sing in sweet harmony.
"Watch the things we gave our lives to broken;
and stoop and build us up with worn out tools"
Yet, forget not those who shall drown,
as they watch their castles crumble;
for they will too soon become enlightened.
Peaceful pirates set sail,
and ignite this tyranny
with quiet kerosene;
so we may unearth again
how the truth shall set you free.
Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 8:05 AM UTC
Here our soldiers stand.
Waiting in a line to hear the battle cry
She is ready to lead her warriors to victory.
Sounds of warcries fill the air in the icy Northrend.
From distant lands, lots of new races are there to ally
This is the place where they will make history.
A history for new generations to remember
An ember in the ashes of dark ages
The time is finally here.
Thousands of undead flow upon her army
She doesn't flinch, while rallying the human flag.
"Freedom is here! It is in our heads and our hearts, Raise your hands for victory is near." She said.
****** battle took place, as the undead warriors decreased faster than her warriors
At the next moment they won, it was a small step for them,
but a giant leap for mankind
Everyone was celebrating...
Then, out of nowhere a traitor stabbed her in the back. She sadly couldn't make it, and she embraced the black. Her sacrifice brought a new page in the history of the kingdom of Agerron.
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 8:27 AM UTC
I know you always saw yourself a knight
But I did not realize for a long time
That I was a page.
You were my sparring partner
Who taught me to come at the world
Gun drawn
So no one could out-shoot me.
You told me,
And I know,
That Justice wears a blindfold because
She slashes her sword indiscriminately,
And looks at that scale
Never.
You always saw yourself a lawman
I always saw you as a fool.
I never realized I learned law
At your feet.
Fallacies and ways of
Drawing out argument and diatribe,
Loopholes of morality through which
We spin.
You taught me to be technically correct,
The best kind of correct,
Always exploiting but
Always within my jurisdiction.
I only know now I was a deputy
To a sheriff of ridiculous stature.
You taught me THE ART OF WAR.
It was engraved in stone for me
Like an all-caps Roman monument.
THE ART OF WAR
Is sprawled across a stone archway in my mind
Where you came, and you saw.
It marks your conquest.
You made it my way of loving,
Of relating to the world and the people around me.
You made me a martyr and mercenary,
Standing atop a hill in golden armor,
Sunlight behind me and wind in my hair,
An avatar of Durga,
A disciple of Joan of Arc,
A four-year-old poses in chainmail
You wrought for her.
Illusions of grandeur such as your own
Come with this territory.
You taught me
As your mother and father
And grandparents
Taught you,
THE ART OF WAR-
That love is just begrudging words of sweetness
Issued only after ruins lay all around
And both parties are sufficiently vulnerable,
Their bricks having been pried away with crowbars.
Love is only an apology given to mollify
The wounds you have already wrought.
The only privilege loved-ones are afforded,
Is the bandage that covers up the customary
Destruction
That is your normal face.
You and I only ever knew love as
You clipping my wings
And I breaking free to spray
The shrapnel of those chains
Into your face.
We added to each others' pile of scars.
It was so rare for us to run into battle together,
On the same side,
Voices as one in a battlecry.
I don't even know how long it's been since
Us soldiers-for-hire got hired
By the same team at once.
You cast me out of steel
Like a sword.
And now I am the legendary blade
Destined to clash against you for all eternity.
We will only ever know ceasefires
Of a day in length.
We will run through the flame,
And we will practice the art
You taught me.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 2:49 PM UTC
Where is the poet whose bugles blow
Through internet screens and invisible
Imperialistic royalty?
Might your words blow like trumpets
At Jericho?
March, march upon the walls
That which takes the heart at its very beat,
Take back with passion all that
Fear has robbed,
The power in the people that remains
The basic fundamental movement
Of this world,
Let be known we stand,
We stand and will fight,
March on poet saints,
Let a the martyrs before you become
The crystalline clarity that beckons
Deep in the soul.
Behold,
The words become a movement,
May they incur the people,
Then it becomes a battlecry!
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 9:47 PM UTC
“Battlecry”
Battles rage and chaos gains a hold in every heart
But through all wars and endless fears
An end will come to all who seek
To tear the veil of reigning peace
My battle cry will end the fray
For my voice it shall be heard
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 11:53 PM UTC
Unwrap me.
Strip me of this vessel.
Shake this bottle,
this container,
until the insides bubble up.
Challenge my everything.
Yell.
Scream.
Cry out your battlecry.
I will do the same,
matching your tone,
copying your voice.
I will do the same
until I can no longer speak.
I will best you
in this contest of screams
until I feel the redness in my cheeks.
I will shake the mountains
with my voice alone.
Every word I say
sets a landmine off,
so let the explosions come.
I have so much more to say.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 4:19 AM UTC
One more gone, out of us
Do you know that they count on us
I am talking those who risked THEIR lives
Only for us to be in peace and strive
One more crime, we saw it blind
BUT they still fight for the right of mankind
I am talking about those who don't die
Those who don't lose hope in the battlecry
One more attack and we are silent
That's the message for the martyrs we send
It's time for all of us to unite
Not as nationals, as humans to fight.
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC
I suit up
I got my war paint on
forward into battle
forwar forward into battle saying
Fire, fire, fire, Fire away
hear the battlecry
hear and sing it like
oohohohohhhoooooh
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 3:33 AM UTC
A soldier like me
Can't show weakness
So I've been keepin ya a secret
Can't let the world know I have a weak spot
That the one thing that can destroy me is you
If they ever found you I don't know what I'd do
But i'll go through hell to protect you
I'll die over and over again just to hear you breathe
Because I would push past previous limits
At the cost to see you live
Sacrificing everything just to keep you
Putting it all on the line so I don't lose you
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 2:13 PM UTC
21 for the decades, times double date
22 for your memory & how still, it placates
23, for my parents, with all their support-
& 24 to reflect, record and report.
25 for the sound of my friends breathing sleep, and
26, for the shared memories that only one of us keep.
27 for Heaven & 27 for Hell,
if my next years worth living, its worth living well.
28 as an EP, The Mainstream, the mandate;
the lifestyle, the butcher, the people relate-
29 in a battlecry,when we run towards the light,
& 30- for all those who fight the good fight. The addicts, the victims all without support systems:
may peace keep you warm & may you know love is a place,
& that
Together we'll triumpth, in the futures we face.
Feb 23, 2023
Feb 23, 2023 at 11:00 AM UTC