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Creed of the Mountain Man
Station Master
Christmas Treasures
Horizon Dawn
Syncopated Cadence (poetry)
Christmas Always (poetry)
...And Justice for All
Golden Anniversary
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Plus:
Anarchy’s-Lament
Faux-educated
embracing lies in the left-liberal zones
Found favor in collective
choreographed chant-moans
Un-seeing
dead-eyes wide-open bleached-white bones
Where? Oh Sister!
Brother! Hear thee? Vacant-tones?
Stiff-breeze
sings across New Jersey “Un-safe” beach
Alabaster-skeleton
Atlantic-waves now cadence-teach
Cannon-fodder
“faithful”-hands abject bone-fingers reach
Political-neutral
shore-birds absent peck in terror-screech
Once lithe and
even “lovely” draped taught white skin
“Evil” elite in-justice abhorred to any
“tan”-colored skin
Destroy the Golden-goose with hate if “Good” just
begin
No challenge
self-serving fiat be destructive
unforgiving-sin
Once, not so
very long ago when I enjoyed sweet life-young
Stars danced my
eyes cajoled naïve-mind black-evil ugly sung
On sacred “good”
an “evil”-lie handy be so easy reckless hung
“Just to belong”
even if it requires death-early by venom-stung
And, now, though
life be stolen---I confess-transgress…complicit
Youth-lost but
idea-triumph what glory-possible
since I miss it?
Why shines yon
golden sun? To warm these cold-bones to kiss it?
Where be me
cohorts? Making plans? Me name? Silent they list it?
And, for dear-price
of sacred-life to score a point they may celebrate
And, blame
total-fault on enemy through
deplorable-lie exaggerate
And, hide all Truth in black-evil cauldron-wicked
brew exacerbate
And, slog
through blood of fallen expendables in further congregate
But, these bones
shall rest un-settled inundated by moon-pull high tide
But, on the
’morrow dawn their so-sad tale the rising sun refuse to hide
But, in my
private diary mailed true-words reveal the time-space I lied
But, shall even
one believe, most-nearly all,
triumphant-“Truth” spied
For---me…a day too late!? Justice?---Perhaps…as precious-time has spent
On faux
“compassion-bluff” a vacant-errand I was pernicious-evil ill-sent
What “good”? For
false-embrace of absent-Love! Vacuous
Lady or Gent
Who” Un-buried me “value-virtue” worth---me?...sing: Anarchy’s-lament!
Only Truth!
Shall set thee---Free!...And, only Truth! can free evil chains!
Amen!
Plus:
Day 253
1995-Becky
graduates from SIUE with a
Civil
Engineering degree. Dad is still waiting
For a ride on
her…train!?
Sure
enough! The family has “brains”!
Lady
Candice is very intelligent; her children and grandchildren garnered her
“brains”.
I
am most proud of each of them and their myriad individual and collective
accomplishments.
Catherine
Elizabeth sports a law-degree; Rachel Rebecca holds a Civil Engineering
diploma.
Now,
as stated, I am extremely proud of each, but, I don’t ever want to utilize the
results of the effort it took to graduate Law School (at least, on the criminal side (I ain’t been
caught---yet!)) but, that Rachel---I’m still waiting for a “train”-ride!
When
she graduated with that “mathematical-genius” degree, I threatened to buy her
one of those blue and white thin-striped train engineer caps; one of her
friends beat me to it. Damn!
Can
somebody sing “Chattanooga Shoe-shine boy!”? Just to salve my tender wounds?
Sure enough
sounds like a “Clickety-clack!”
sorrowful-lament!?
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “One of these days---Whoo!
Whoo!” Memories!
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