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Mohawk Man Poem
12-23-10 @11:06am
to have loved and lost is an unbearable pain
relieved only when one finds love again
not the kind of love gotten from a friend or a pet
but the real true sort is what it takes to get
out of the funk brought by on this hurt
and pick one’s feelings up out of the dirt
one must be careful not to let one’s self fall
what they think is “in love” with any or all
suitors that might just happen their way
or they’ll end up in more pain at the end of the day
so if you find true love, then nurture it fully
don’t be jealous or spiteful, or some kind of bully
keep it safe and warm in the depths of your heart
and you won’t fear losing it, for it will never part
from a soul that cares for it, and tends to it’s needs
and love will reward you by dropping it’s seeds
in the core of your being, as well as your mind
and the blooms they produce will allow you to find
that life can be grand, and blissful as can be
i know this to be true, ’cause it all happened to me
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Mohawk Man Poem
4-8-11 @8:23am
i only do what needs doin
and try not ruin
anything along the way
it aint always easy
and sometimes it’s sleazy
but at the end of the day
when my work is done
till tomorrows sun comes
in my dreams i laugh and play
and i don’t really care
what they think over there
nor do i listen to what they say
‘cause i know i’ve done right
fighting the good fight
and doing my part to defray
all the nay-sayers
and all the game-players
and if i’m unliked that’s okay
because i know what i do
will be proven true
and i’ll not be chased away
by them that hate
that i control my own fate
and who’s opinion holds no sway
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Mohawk Man Poem
5-28-10 @11:11am
with uniforms pressed, and boots mirror-black
we’d show up and try to give back
some of the love given for us
with the utmost pride and never a fuss
we placed flags by the headstones
of all the soldiers who’s bones
were there cause they gave
themselves to the grave
to stop evil’s power
from ruling the hour
each year i reflect
with massive respect
on what life would be
had they not died for me
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Mohawk Man Poem
what will you do when the bugle sounds
will you trip over yourself turning around
to run in fear of what you know is right
or will you stand with the brave and fight
where will you go when the trumpet calls
down, down, down, to the fire filled halls
for all you never did to help out
or will “HALLELUJAH” be your shout
i will lead the charge when battle starts
with my sword of faith, and god-given smarts
i know that i’ll be o.k. in the end
because i’ll gladly die to defend
all that i know and i feel is right
while you scurry and hide in fright
and should the trumpet call me home
while i’m sacrificing my bones
i know i’ll end up in the place
of peace and sunshine on my face
enjoying eternity with my love
as i watch you burn from above
Copyright © Mohawk Man | Year Posted 2011
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