someday...
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in memory of...
soldiervoices.net
... and now for... ivaw.org
)...
(a soldier's voice box reports from truth's cornerstone sentry)...
(he voluntarily joined and signed on with his life...
fulfilling his promise to serve...
but now all he gets is them turning their backs...
as they change that intent of their words!)...
(he's seen too much ruin for his heart to keep hidden...
or threaten his conscience to betray unfeigned integrity...
so while big shots defile those bottom lines of common decency...
a soldier's voice box reports from truth's cornerstone sentry!)...
"is this how a country like ours should be run?...
shall an army defend outright lies?...
is breath and blood worth less than dishonest men?...
whose con jobs bring further demise!"...
"watch all the tricks leaders' slick talk can do...
they'll pull big bucks from cheap knitted hats!...
then take soldiers' well-being and saw it in half...
and levitate lame excuses at that!"...
"they've staged fake events to be president...
with production crews setting up scenes!...
hence now when it's down to the real deal...
they're clueless to what truth even means!"...
"they treat fellow cronies like diamond mine veins...
donning kid gloves with gold-plated linings!...
while serial numbers become stock market quotes...
under disposable ticker tape timing!"...
"they'll trade off a sandwich for a businessman's lunch...
depicting top-shelf bread-winners themselves...
but food packet rations still cover that bill...
made by middlemen's credit-lined stealth!"...
"with grab bags of answers on hand just in case...
they've been fingered for treasonous crimes!...
it's reason enough they'll keep long lengths between...
thoughts on redress of grievance in mind!"...
"they refuse to convert retrograding determent...
though camouflage flaws lay decayingly plain...
to commandeer basic training's most honorable brawn...
through tour-dutied dirty work for their own shameful brains!"...
(had he not maintained that conviction of courage...
to keep his upstanding frame free from greed's shiny hasp...
this soldier might well have bought into high office...
among colleagues who value deception's wide grasp!)...
(but he's seen too much ruin for his heart to keep hidden...
or threaten his conscience to betray unfeigned integrity...
so while big shots defile those bottom lines of common decency...
a soldier's voice box patrols from truth's cornerstone sentry!)...
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(the shade we stood under)...
the shade we stood under... that one autumn's eve...
i brushed back my hair... as you rolled up your sleeve...
and thought of the picture... our shadows could paint...
if light gave us more canvas... before it grew faint...
we stared at the sunset... with slow tongue-tied eyes...
i reached for some words... but they hid deep inside...
and thought of the pages... our silence could fill...
if a little bit longer... was part of dusk's will...
we leaned towards the nightfall... that guided our step...
and glanced at each other... as though we'd just met...
i thought of the friendship... our futures might find...
if moments like these... were tucked into time...
~~~
(school of thought)...
they said i wasn’t where it’s at... and called me some dumb fool...
then said i’d need a thinking cap... from some “idea school”...
they figured if i learned new thoughts... i surely would impress...
with fancy words and facts'n'all... my mind would look well-dressed...
they got a list with schools of thought... and checked each one in turn...
to see what kinds'a things they taught... and how much i could learn...
we started with “the-rambling-thoughts”... they made me go along...
till i slackened off from such fast talk... too backward to belong...
then off we went to “close-at-hand”... as they pulled me up a seat...
but soon those questions lost their grasp... and mouths were full of feet...
so we headed out to “the-tip'a-my-tongue”... where i finished quite a bit...
but it slid past answers pushing on... and they said i just didn’t fit...
then off to “let-me-see-what-i-think”... gee... talk about long waits...
it ended when they called their shrink... who showed me to the gate...
then “if-my-memory-serves-me-well”... which really was a waste...
it delved within some foggy spells... and sent me off posthaste...
then into “let-us-meditate”... where i had to utter words...
but i stuttered several syllables late... and wasn’t really heard...
so onto “let’s-envision-this”... as they guided me around...
till i tripped upon oblivious bliss... which brought their eyes right down...
well away it was to “distant thoughts”... all alone in spacious space...
whe re they found me too far out and gone... with good-bye on my face...
we sought our way to “esp”... though nothing could be seen...
my senses wouldn't sit silently... for vision’s sight to read...
we tried “the-mental-exercise”... but i was outta shape...
their coach and regulation guy... signed off i couldn’t be trained...
next we stopped by “too-far-fetched”... the place was pretty weird...
that picture of myself i sketched... was just too strange they feared...
things were looking rather bleak... at “wake-up'n'smell-the-roses”...
all they did was pat my cheek... and hunt for where my nose is...
then hope turned to a “double-take”... when we hit the second last school...
but deja vu was not my fate... as i couldn't repeat those rules...
we ended up with one school left... though i went there on my own...
(they'd said for all the "no’s" i get... they might as well stay home!)...
so i walked square steps that were fairly swept... and entered a narrow hall...
where the man i met said they will accept... those who come to call!...
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(haulm-spun)...
breezes of windfalling...
leaves off the trees calling...
soft gusts to usher in autumn...
sheered homespun dusk lingering...
clear stardust veils whispering...
hail nocturnal haulm's sun!...
a twilight lord's orchard...
higher bounty set forward...
countenance shining abroad...
forming heart's charming flora...
around night's brightest aura...
a harvested garden of god!...
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(about face)...
in a full tilted downtown of robots and folks...
where contemporary buildings and mechanicals grow...
lived a less recent fellow of decent descent...
who leased an old storefront to follow lost scent...
his office was owned by a wealthy man's goal...
whose burrowing method flung loose bills to bankroll...
including cheap rentals that stacked easy interest...
upon jacks-of-all-traits to begin their small business...
establishment loans along livelihood street...
gave that rich codger figures to conjure and meet...
like the shape of this tenant who occupied space...
with his private-eye logo set to greet any case...
seemed the landlord had run out of faces to use...
when his latest got kidnapped by young blood enroute...
leaving him left with a blank empty stare...
that stone-walled his passbook and stalled his affairs...
so he called on this gumshoe to barter spy service...
for free room and board between ransom-tied searches...
on the grounds of recovering a face still intact...
to avow bygone profits eventually come back...
the detective set out to track down every whereabouts...
of composure held hostage by consumer accounts...
he nailed fine details and trailed their schemes...
to find the snatched face recapturing its kidnappers' dream...
hence thievery had stolen that rich man's bold plan...
then penned it in fencing from a chop-shopper's stand...
as en gardes departed with well-learned reversals...
through sword - staying power while around age-old journals...
now this face was no longer being held against will...
since its captive cognition repossessed show and tell...
where among scores of cubbyholes crawling below...
restored facial angles raked over warm coals...
when the p-eye relayed all this info back home...
it shook up his landlord like bridgework full blown...
though the owner insisted his face be returned...
no matter the cost or what loss it might earn...
but the p-eye retorted it won't be accomplished...
until something else changes behind the face's accomplice...
yet the codger kept dodging alternative attempts...
to replace prior semblance minus dollars and cents...
soon wealth used its value to recruit action wanters...
and quickly fired the p-eye then hired manhunters...
attacking pursuit through that standard instruction...
of buying dead aim to fight facial abduction...
but all they recovered was phoney expression...
pressed hard against backdrops of public professions...
and the bare weight it carried only added more shame...
to the already uncaring high price of false games!...
so even today should you go near that town...
maybe robots and folks there might show you around...
but don't count on that rich man to lend you his hand...
( it's still hiding a face in his own no man's land!)...
~~~~~~~
- (misled pressure levered by today)...
they pulled the plug on his conscience...
then swung it from a hardball fallen chain...
with a starter pistol's single novice gunshot...
at some distant signal missing real aim...
(well what can a man ever count on...
when insight still won't find itself to say...
it saw how contemplation wound up stolen...
under misled pressure levered by today!)...
they spiked drawn vains on his ego...
and stained him into flooded exchange...
over target-riddled prejudicial capers...
of participating robberies in his brain...
(now what can a man ever count on...
when insight still won't find itself to say...
it saw how contemplation wound up stolen...
under misled pressure levered by today!)...
from fabricated thought-sealed hot spots...
refinishers will contract off his claim...
with livelihood primed up enough to offer...
a fine excuse to profit through their gain...
(so what can a man ever count on...
when insight still won't find itself to say...
it saw how contemplation wound up stolen...
under misled pressure levered by today!)...
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- (passage
writes)..
.
the passage of a kingdom... unto hands of regal young...
nudged elbows greasing slippery palms... 'neath grips of worrisome...
concerned with rich tradition... fitting future's wealthy stride...
a circle of close elders... held gold doctrines locked inside...
so when a strange-like grin appeared... with mystery on its chin...
the spread of paid fruition... pitted history once again...
crowned cronies stockpiled hot advice... on visage oddity...
and soon forewarned their outgrown prince... of a must-rid prodigy...
..."hard features of our knowledge basis... safeguard sovereign thrones...
...hence livelihood's fringe benefits... hedge everything we own!"...
the kingling beckoned bending ears... to hear their fretful pleas...
then called upon his open soul... to see that gist at ease...
and in those depths of endlessness... where thought's a pawn of reign...
he saw greed twist into thinking this... when it controls the brain...
his highness offered freedom... opting royalty now know...
what any counselor might be shown... and how to let them go...
so through exemplify by doing... he simplified in lieu...
and stripped them all of false prestige... himself included too...
..."covetous deeds rigged to choke-collared scripts... have written off those hearts...
...which bear to bring life's tru er vibes... through fresh air's fair er start...
...for with errancy loading the unbeknownst... as if to scare tactics and rule...
...it clearly won't spare fate's happenstance... that chance for repayment in full!"...
( they left some selfish mindset states... finding otherwise places to roam...
where amid uncommon common bonds... there lived a bigger home!)...
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each time their hammer's head banged down that hard...
it hit knots in the wood bending more crooked starts!..
well they'd finally got done with the last nail and then...
they had to straighten some things out and try 'em again!...
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dear misleaders...
there and here...
in response to the words that your upbringings heard...
while some childhoods were molding life's time...
i have to confess it's to consider the rest...
that has this bear difference in mind...
had so foreign a thing then been born close to home...
perhaps more common bonds would be strung...
to cover the distance between family ties...
from bloodlines to mankind as one!...
they still say that your ways never were very good...
and you share the same thoughts about theirs...
now isn't it strange how such similar talk...
causes so many so much despair?!...
their beliefs follow meanings that other men made...
yet your own methods of faith come like that...
well doesn't it make only more hypocrites...
of oneself unaware where they're at?!...
why price by high costs of these human lives lost?...
when narrowminds and big heads get together!...
if you've truly no clue as to what else to do!...
will know-it-alls ever learn any better?!...
signed...
merely whereby...
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there and here...
in response to the words that your upbringings heard...
while some childhoods were molding life's time...
i have to confess it's to consider the rest...
that has this bear difference in mind...
had so foreign a thing then been born close to home...
perhaps more common bonds would be strung...
to cover the distance between family ties...
from bloodlines to mankind as one!...
they still say that your ways never were very good...
and you share the same thoughts about theirs...
now isn't it strange how such similar talk...
causes so many so much despair?!...
their beliefs follow meanings that other men made...
yet your own methods of faith come like that...
well doesn't it make only more hypocrites...
of oneself unaware where they're at?!...
why price by high costs of these human lives lost?...
when narrowminds and big heads get together!...
if you've truly no clue as to what else to do!...
will know-it-alls ever learn any better?!...
signed...
merely whereby...
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thanks so much for droppin' in to visit!...
the neatest'a modes'n'moments!...
to ya'n'all!... :)
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(this boardinghouse for words...
got s'more verses movin' in soon!)...
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headway announced its battle statistics for today...
hundreds of thoughts still unaccounted for... thousands of moments missing in action...
and millions of hearts held prisoners of war!...
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