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Family of Mine

My Father loved my mother dearly
cautiously showing us how to live fearlessly
and the daily livin’
of my mother’s vision
a promised life together, a Family

My brother was my mother’s first Greatest Love
her first taste of being a mother
he was and is a trailblazer
A great but reluctant leader
She always said she re-raised her big brother

My sister was my mother’s Pride
a little Queen with a big fire inside
she would be so proud to see
she raised the woman she wanted to be
A great mother who will fight or die by your side

I was my mother’s Hope, her Little Prince yet to be
despite the hurt, what I learned, changed that, see
Her hoped-for future
Imperfectly sutured
Now, there’s something else I’ve become
I am my mother’s Vengeance
and I am her greatest weapon

“What would my mother say?” Really? Okay…
You obviously don’t know who you’re talking about
She would say, “You run it up, you leave no doubt.”
“You make them remember the day they fucked with, Andrew Steven Bounds.”
“With your shield, or on it, son,”
“you go in it to win it, or you won’t come out”
“Now calm down and show them what you’re about”
Thanks for reminding me what she’d wanna see
So, are we gonna kick ass or chew bubblegum?
‘Cause I’m fresh out of one…

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Shadow of the Eagle

There’s a lot of men out there fighting against peace
Some are privately military, some are politicians and some green
Pushing people with lies so they can look strong and mean
But they’ve neither heard nor seen
hide or hair of thundering boots in combat fatigues
Nor the screaming vengeance of those blue wings
Nor a Carrier Group and the dreaded Ping
Nor Mother Green and her fightin’ machine
And you don’t want to, believe me
so, you little men, bring on the pain
Greatest Fighting Force Ever .
Say their fuckin’ name….

Lady Liberty isn’t a statue, or a meme
She’s the daughter of Freedom and Sacrifice
Raised in Revolution and Honored in History
she’s also a niece, revered family
Liberty is a piece of every woman and man
And the Godfather of Liberty is her Uncle Sam

so, Fuck Around and Find Out, if you can
But I’m asking ya, don’t give us a reason to ride
They’re good with the steel, they can really grind meat
Their job is to regulate and make people unalive
They’re good at it too, they earn their keep.
If they can’t defend us they will certainly avenge us
From the first woman to the last man,
first contact with the enemy or the last stand,
We don’t have to be told, we already understand.
Big stick, rattling sword and hidden hand
When it’s all said and done, we will raise our flag.

Hey, hey, listen
Did you see the size of that fuckin’ chicken?

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Buried

A fucking know-it-all?
I prefer the term Sexual Intellectual
you might wanna think twice before you do battle
with this blue-eyed white boy from Seattle
You stylized, sphincter-sucking sycophants
I’ll bury bitches in layered linguistics
and alluvial alliteration like I said, I meant
A fossil on the beach, a washed-up has-been?
Remember these things come in threes

You claim your attacks are some kind of help
that kind of dumb makes me repeat myself
because my verses are like icebergs
in that the part that goes deep is the part you can’t see
and it ain’t the only thing like that about me
lookup what I say so you can feel the rub glacially
only show the world the parts that are outstanding
inside so hot and cold you could pass for Icelandic
You’re just bubbling crude like ancient trees

And if you dig deeper to come back for more
I hope you can handle being dismantled
No one can stand ya, blood boils like magma
A major deterrent, swapping undercurrents
Hit something solid against your volatile
I’ll rock you right to your core!
I’m the Subliminal Slayer, built layer-by-layer
Compressed impressions designed by me
here endeth the lesson in G-holla-G.


Don’t come back lookin’ for trouble
Tectonic plates, like your face, are buckled
I’ll take you down on the double
It’s gonna hurt when I hit you with the Earth
Stay down kid, I still got the shovel.

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The Only Truth

Let's talk about Truth, it's Manner and Kind.
I am sure there are ways you can find
to speak the unspoken, from mind to mind
Every secret is a Promise
Not every promise is a secret.
If you learn nothing else,
Learn how to keep it.
Now, get that out of your mind.
It's Water you fool,
The wedge that cracks
The hammer that grinds.
Ha! It's the foundation of business.
That is an agreement,
Two hands that are clasped.
That's Trust, a firm contract.
It's Marriage my friend,
We must disagree.
That's me and my love,
Two as one, that's a "We"!
"Nay, it's Parenting!" you say,
To lift them up and raise them higher, 
Not hold them down with selfish desires.
It is Philosophy, the cornerstone of the Greeks.
It's Therefore, logic leads to knowledge,
And, Because it is shared, strong are the meek.
Yes, it's the paradox of All, no mind can ever be alone.
If there is One, there must be Many,
And without the Many, there can be no One.

			


		
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If – by Rudyard Kipling

			

				
one of my favorites, thanks to, credits to, copied and pasted from, Poetry Foundation


 


If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:


If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;

If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:


If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’


If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

			


		
	
	

		
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False Bravado

			

				
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Oh those who are finding out,

what was done, and what it’s about

so let me please answer these

in a way slightly bounded

“I did it because I liked it”

it’s as real as this gets

in case you misunderstand

where my thoughts are at

your name rhymes here

and still it doesn’t, y’like that?

the One Lady who I’ve kept quiet

thank you, I’m glad you tried it

no response must be frustrating

I guess we’re commiserating

You’re needed in certain places

Your fussy flirtations are flattering

“I told ya” and Miss Kitty

Thanks for chatting

I’ve told you what I’m wanting

And yes, I’ve heard you flaunting

Do you carry that card everywhere?

I’ve listened since before we went walking

The man who gave me the pen

of course I will put you in

the Tao of Physics

Teary eyed with this

You gave me something new too

Thanks for honoring promises

Some others who heard me,

and don’t need to be seen,

as a last resort hopefully

and no more pinching

the cherubic smiles

I was happy to see

I will do my part

Play my cards

And get myself as ready

As I suppose I will ever be

To take on the world!

And show them my beauty

			


		
	
	

		
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So,  I Don’t Know…

			

				
The paper I posted, and the video that argued had the same author

that’s why I looked and found her, and the paper graciously turned over

I know who was around when I heard the sound of my name,

It was good friends, trying their hand, in hope, deed, and aim

The Video for a voice, try not to hate

but, We are legion, reverberate

and the BBQ to guard your grill

was in the yard of a good friend still

when I called out the 4, it was clockwise, at that time

The plus wasn’t finished, and you made it the sign

left to right, then bottom to top, only finished one line

I called what your eyes saw, it’s kinda rude otherwise

now please excuse, in some views, pride equals riches

fucking explain that shit bitches

the prestige, and the crown, are mine

			


		
	
	

		
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A Beautiful Man

			

				
A Beautiful Man

A beautiful man

O please tell what that might mean

is it something inside?

is it something just seen?

is it what he won’t do

is it what he gets through?

is it in him, or in you?

Where do I look, as a young lad

the media around, or my own Dad?

the books full of knowledge

a lonely kind of college

or maybe it’s that fat wallet

A rose is a rose, whatever you call it

I hope it is the size of his heart

or the size of his brain, if that means smart

Appreciation of science, psyche, and art

Is it how well he fights when going to War?

Is it the Cause that he’s fighting for?

Or the word he keeps, and upon which he swore?

I hope it’s how he will try as he might

to solve the problem, and avoid the fight

to keep healthy, and keep up his looks

exercise his mind, tell jokes, read books

I guess when it’s all said and done

I hope that these someones

deservedly believe I’m one

			


		
	
	

		
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