"minutemen" poems
I wanna witness...
The energetic synergy within the city limits
Pulsing with adrenaline as yesmen do business
With mysterious gentlemen in worn and weathered tenements
Indifferent of the minutemen surrounding the premises.
A genesis and exodus of textbook corruption
Eruptions of Congressmen abruptly interrupting
The voice of the denizens; citizens distrusting
The integrity of every legislation made in history
And the mystery surrounding all those slimy politicians
Discussing their envisionments and policies like madmen
Disgusting in their ways, protecting church and state,
In the government we pray: Amen.
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC
Align shoulders and hips
Musty anamotronics
Can't comprehend
But a clockwork of connected strings makes them
Line up tight and stay
A laboratory basement for lustrous structures,
Watch watching,
Minutemen
Turning back on their eyes
Their rusted shadows rallying
Assembled consciousness
Headed single-file toward their end
Turned back
On their eyes
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 7:21 PM UTC
Standing in the dewy grass
I hope and pray that they will pass
But they may not
'stead come to stay
I know not
If I die this day
The Redcoats come a thousand strong
their battle line is wide and long
What's ordained
I can not say
I know not
If I die this day
We stand apart but look across
to the other line and toss
a look of nervousness
then pray
I know not
If I die this day
Commanders yell, Commanders bark
their orders all along the park
but then a shot rings out and in
the confusion, it begins
Standing 'cross an open field
neither of our lines will yield
one line of blue
the other gray
I know not
if I die this day
Often seems we've fought in vain
and 'long the march have caused much pain
I've left good comrades
along the way
I know not
If I die this day
My brother serves 'neath Mile's Flag
I serve beneath a diff'rent rag
and if I **** him
what's to say
I know not
If we'll die this day
Commanders bark, Commanders yell
and call us to the gates of hell
then all at once morn's silence splits
as men are shredded, torn to bits
My craft rocks gently through the sea
and towards the beach on which I'll be
to face a wall
and see Death play
I do think
I may die this day
"Keep your heads down" Sergeants call
as on us squalls of lead rain fall
some will succumb
and fall away
I do think
I may die this day
As we close on norman sand
to bear the brunt of Swastic hand
around me tough men
kneel and pray
I think that
I may die this day
Commanders shout, Commanders scream
and seconds turn to awful dream
then a bump and ramp unfolds
for many luck no longer holds
Desert sand fills hair and ears
It seems I've been at this for years
It's over now fore
Death holds sway
I know that
I will die this day
The day was normal as it could
we took precautions as we should
but life's one
IED away
I know that
I will die this day
Soon I'll be with others who
have given up their own lives too
for keeping our
home country's way
I know that
I will die this day
And through these fading eyes of mine
I see generations who've crossed that line
and as colors
fade to gray
I know that
I will die this day
All I feel are grains of sand
that arid winds wash 'cross my hands
what happens next
who's to say
I know now that
I die this day.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
Ole ye fast & faithful fighters
Of well-planned strategy,
Thy weapon ready,
And not a moment to waste,
In many ways revolutionary,
A credit to rapid deployment
In the clutch,
Lauded by thy colonies,
Thy wives?
Not so much...
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 8:39 PM UTC
in silos in
the dead of winter
North Dakota
Nebraska
nuclear fire wells beneath our toes
you want it to be over and you don’t
normalcy hugs like a father, strong
stronger and taller than you
whatever this is, it holds you
like a sobbing lover
all ungentle tears and
no future
Does it speak? Can we learn something from it?
Like the best enigmas it says nothing
until you feel foolish for screaming.
You want the dead back
so you can grab them by wispy collars or weak wrists
and ask them “what the ****
Somewhere in there is a lesson
about trusting a bad year.
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 10:25 AM UTC
This day in history
240 years ago
Subjects to a king
Finally to him said "No!"
A shot rang out
A shot that was heard worldwide
As worlds old and new
Did violently collide
Much blood was shed
Many lives were lost
But America won indepenence
Learning liberty's true cost
Fast forward to today
Tyranny once again rears it's head
In the form of a government
A nanny state from birth 'til we're dead
Overstepping it's authority
The Constitution to ignore
Trampling the freedoms and libertys
Many of us claim to adore
It takes the blood of tyrants and patriots
To water liberty's tree
That was a word advice
From one of the founders, to you and me
I hope that's not the case
But history, truly does repeat
But like the minutemen of old
We must be ready to rise up on our feet
To protect and defend
That which we hold dear
To stand against tyranny
Facing death without fear
We've been given a gift
That came with great cost
And it is solely up to us
If that gift is kept or is lost
It was only III%
That did it back then
A determined III% of us now
Could do it again
What is freedom worth?
What in exchange for liberty will we take?
My friends that's a decision
We all must make
"Give me liberty, or give me death"
Was 240 years ago the cry
I was born a free man
And a free man I am determined to die.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 10:14 AM UTC
Hello little Jack staring at the wall,
wandering amongst dustmites as they fall.
Hello little Janie jumping downstream,
waiting for mother's panic-stricken scream.
Children of days and nights and days again,
dance in the sunlight my sweet minutemen.
Enjoy the color before she's swept grey.
Oh my darling please just live for today.
Because there's no way that this can go on
before the cogs entrap you in their con
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 11:39 PM UTC