soldiers

they do it for us,
so stop with your rations of fuss,
those that go to fight for us
americans on foreign soil
didn't go so that arco could pump some more oil,
those that burn in the toil
of war zones are far from home
because their hearts know
that they have to go,
as lions for lambs,
they are the ones who take a stand
to make sure we have a homeland,
they go with guns in hand with no thoughts of
an empire, throwing themselves into fire
and brimstone so that us at home
can know what we already know,
without interruption,
see we're all aware of circumstance and corruption
as they function in our dream-heart land of consumption,
but an eruption way beyond what happened in pompeii
could bring about a day where you gotta run or stay,
and if you choose to stay it's time for some gun play
to determine who's land you're on,
invading forces don't wait for dance or song,
so i'm grateful that our military peeps soldier through the throng
of threats trying to pass a test to be the one who gets
the best of our defense, if they do it's up to the rest
of all those left behind to hold the line
otherwise our future is defined by the time
and recollection dictated under direction
from another nations inflections
as they complete their ascension,
there are a million intersections to every insurrection,
and they are happening around the globe,
if you love your daily life and your home,
you better thank the one's who choose to roam
under our flag, to protect us.

i am a poet

i am a poet,
you'd never know it seeing me on the streets,
i only show it with written verse
and when i speak you catch a peek
a boo as words run through in a jumbled milieu
to do what they need to do,

i am a poet
i know it, grow it, and bestow it
by just letting go i let the words show
me where they wanna be i'm just a mirror, they use me
to slick back thier hair, to strut with a flair
that electrifies the air as it climbs in your ears
images become clear & spirits appear
because

i am a poet,
sorcerer, priest, my incantations release primal beats,
fleece emotions and raise beasts from the oceans,
utilizing verbal potions i intoxicate a crowd
and refuse to put them down till they all feel out-loud

i am a poet,
you'd never know it by seeing me in the streets,
i only show it with written verse and when i speak,
i'm a word stylist, i fluff and primp,
the verbs i enlist stomp and kick,
in the begining there was the word, there to was i,
peaceful center of the storm as it blows on by