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The Three George's

Long ago in days of glory, there was a man who lived a story,
Our Nation strong he did make, a true Patriot not like this fake.
Father of our Nation was good old George,
a man of character, he waged a good war.
From proud Nation's foes he secured our land,
freedom won from King George's hand.
This George, from ivory tower came,
poised for power, age-old name.
G.W. waged a war in old Iraq, just for power, and Oil black.
The contrast is stark, his deeds well known,
Bush sold our Country for his Crown.

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Zidane's Follies

Ferociously fought Footballer's in Fray on Field,
Italian storm did French fend off fairly for a time;
Materazzi muttered malicious mouthful,
Zinedan Zidane zealous; headbutt callous
Chest of foe concave became
Fell to pitch, 'nother victim o' Zidane
Red card issued, final curtain
Frenchies lose, Zidane for certain.

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Grim Reaper Defied

Four times, nay, five it's true, Grim Reaper  defied.
The first was when down Hollywood streets I flew at Ninety five.
Averting wheel, I turned it fast
and struck my head on window's glass
Past throngs of people truly shocked
flew that beast upon concrete knocked
down busy street flying fast
a dangerous stunt indeed was that.
The throttle stuck in engine 'twas
no way to slow the car for us
With tires smoking came we to rest
around a pole, the car a mess.
unscathed I walked away that day
no loss of life from traffic fray.
The second time at Hollywood High
in mortal combat was engaged.
The numbers vast against we five
fifty dark, we dared to strive
Of warriors spirit we bid partake
in wild skirmish near the gate
Each five of us compassed by eight.
Surrounded, we, as though in a cage
The other four went down, as they did rage
Left me to fend 'gainst numbers great
I entered that Berserkers state
I kept my back to the fence awhile,
inflicting hurt on them with style
Like Tiger fought I for life and limb
but did succumb to fateful whim
A blow to neck received from them
Upon the pavement fell I then
Three hundred folk did watch that fray
above the bleachers that fateful day.
I wakened shortly upon a space
and walked away from that place.
The third time with that Warriar Dan
who of that Tribe is not;
to Park at midnight wandered there
and found a peaceful spot.
A group of thirty men were there
Mariachi's vaunted, were caught unaware.
Off they strolled to yonder cars,
as we sat 'neath the stars.
Back they sauntered, steel in hand
surrounded us, we took a stand.
Our lives at risk, no doubt we thought,
as peace a thing they wanted not.
Thirty strong, cowardly odds agreed
misfortune ours, them, smoking weed.
Valiantly stepped up, their Leader brave
and said to me "it's strife we crave."
Your Jacket or your life" he says
As I look him in boldly in the face
I pondered his very bold request
should we venture upon this quest
I pondered hard upon our plight
at this request some may take flight
A costly gift was given me, this Leather Coat so fine
bequeathed to me by Grandpa good, on my Mother's side.
These thoughts indeed did cross my mind,
when Crowbar choked me from behind.
My neck was tugged, I grabbed it fast,
I jerked that weapon from his grasp
I stood now with that cold hard Steel
my wish to strike at them, to kill,
But Prudence gained the final say
as my fine Coat I gave away.
Stay tuned for last several lines
I'll let you know in my due time.

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Steel Horse Mine

Steel Horse mine I did betake

to ride aloft on Eagle's wake.

The wind forsooth I sought to ride

but hard was surface, on my pride

The wise with prudence, they have won

My life forsooth was nearly done.

Like leaf which withers through nature's ire

some of us must go through fire

Gained many nicks it's sad but true

far better though, than Coffin new.

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Disillusionment

Here, stunned, sit I, Illusions fading
reality, not really, changing
veil removed from beguiled eyes
avoiding all the masses cries;
discovered I a plot so cold
the mission now it shall unfold
dark Sirius shadows golden orb
sinister beings our secrets probe
within the deepest realms of Earth
dark web lurking no time for mirth
Light to bring, expose dark truth
of shadow realm 'neath radar lurks
of men corrupt who'd rule the world
subject Adam into their fold
no longer cloaked in sheepskin white
these Wolves plot evil in the night 
it's time for us to make a fuss
lest, while Shepherd sleeps, they ravage us...

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Dark Our Sky

Flock of Birds darken sky
foreboding thoughts, and I ask why.
I raise my eyes, find darkness bleak,
This country ours, has grown quite weak.
I wonder when we'll make a stand,
wrest our land from silver-spoon hand.
I wonder if again truth shall reign,
silver-spoon-fed-folk feel not our pain.
Corrupt ones rule this land we loved,
into corner common folk shoved;
for oil black our young men die,
illusions fed us, for them we cry;
for loot they strive, and fight for Power,
while in fine Mansion's our leaders cower.
The rich get richer, while strive we must,
and Politician's ours make fools of us.
It's not too late to make a stand,
wrest power from corrupt one's hand;
as did founding Father's in days of old,
let's take a stand,  we must be bold;
'gainst English Tyrant Forefather's strived,
their blood, spilled, countless brave men died.
We stand not for blood revolt,
for freedom gained, we can not halt;
Bold boys' blood in Iraq is spilled,
far too many ours have been killed;
for reasons, vain, not noble 't'all,
riddle me that, you stop the fall.

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Grim Reaperii

As I said in GRI, I would return to speak again
of that which I did afore begin
I now do finish that first rhyme.
The next time was when commerce sought
where in O.C. a car I bought
A Peugot fine it was, I deemed
as off the lot I drove that eve.
I headed for a fueling place,
and gassed the tank up full
Then into car I quickly got
and drove off slowly, aware of naught
when suddenly I heard a fearsome noise
'twas tension from the gas pump hose
Rocket-like that hard steel crashed
through window into my skull it smashed
A painful impact, 'twas just fate
as blood poured from my rock-hard pate.
Glass lodged in wound, it's true, was found
The gash quite deep, my skull did pound
Strange indeed this thing, forsooth
though death again I did repulse.
The last, and hopeful final time
was early June about evening time
Upon Steel Horse I did betake
to head to Gym, a work-out make
Flew like the wind round corner, that
machine and I, marked for thirty flat
Played carelessly that day, it's true
Lifes not a game, I greatly rue
At fifty five I pumped the brake
no time to turn, 'twas just too late
Fishtailed it did, that sturdy bike
as I crashed, with blackened sight.
To curb I flew, no sound of course
'cept my flesh crashing, 'gainst stronger force.
No time to think just blackness now
just time to speak a Name, not loud
to Him who reads the silent words
Lord I said, indeed you're true .
As up I stood up a ragged mess
though stand I did, God did bless
My life anew he granted me
Nine lives I've not, it's Destiny.

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Cretan Clown

The Cretan Clown from Crawford came
chosen for greatness, age-old name.
Skull and bones adorned his frame
chosen for greatness, age-old name.
Borders did they eliminate
thus they sealed our Country's Fate.
It all began long ago 
unsuspected, they that know.
In they flowed from Southern points 
Western, Eastern, Northern too.
Thieves in the night they came in fear -
large Sieves in our Borders
too late, they're here.

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State of the Union

Sad, sad, that indeed
our country ruined, heard of William Tweed?
They line their pockets with perks and loot,
drive fancy limos, wear fancy suits.
Tax paid vacations, to places exotic,
don't give a hoot, cast ballots toxic.
Constitution be damned, for One World they seek.
Rothschilds, Bildebergers, sacred Document tweaked.
Casting their votes on matters urgent,
their goal, to twist Forefather's intent.
Wont be long 'fore fateful day
Foreign tanks roving this land once free,
Your faith will they obliterate,
one religion, of the State.
In this land once ours, you'll have no say.
Sad, sad, 'tis indeed, for this great land they pledged away.

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Same Old Guard

What a state this world is in,
here integrity seems a mortal sin;
in Washington they play the dirty game
Obama's change is the same old thing.
Rockefellers, Rothschilds, Monsanto too,
lust for power breeds only woes;
upon Adam lay they burdensome load,
they only want what's good for you.
Back in India they plant genetic seeds
just tryin' to feed their family's needs,
round-up-ready they plant their plot
reap bitter harvest, everything lost.
Corporations lust for the bottom line
don't give a damn for humankind.
Pollute the earth with toxic gas,
the water and land by their bloated ass.
Carrion scum, they'll have their reward
Canibals they, feast off the poor.
Say sickly farmers shouldn't whine,
don't give a damn  for humankind.
'gainst those that labor & toil til sore,
abuse vast power, narcissistic whores.
There's a moral to this tale so sad,
these Corrupter's sowing seeds bad.
Wont be long 'fore they get their due
I'll be right glad, how about you...