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Eisenhower Never Flinched
I thought it’d fit my will.
To spill pages of slayed reparations
Until I ate my fill.
My weight I flayed and still?
What didn’t kill me,
Only made me more jaded.
But lately I realize I’ve learned more about life from learning to love then I ever did from learning to survive.
So I earned my stride,
Taking the world in my eyes.
Having fun, climbing the rungs,
In to stun, missives as guns
Vicious wishes come undone.
This brute shoots for his duty
True blues useful for fire-sprees
Unglued desire grooves from me
Wishing to change the system
Condition to spite the fools
Who when moody tighten the rules
One, for the sun, the lightning and the molecules
Some far-flung brightened jewels
Stars unsung , my natural tools
Sue me? Cool! No more laying off war dues!
Follow through! The fray: New and Improved!
Hollow? Unmoved? U.S. Army wants you!
Two, for the duel-between chaos and what orders you
Your sore schools lean away, paid the cost to the MIU.
So sayeth the news on the MIU:
Black and blue, spastic and eclectic
Like epileptics practicing hoops,
Expect this collective to bring a pirate’s loot.
Aspire to clear the mile-age so astute.
Like Deadpool as a mute!
Still ahead of fools he shoots!
I get higher and dance on tiles,
Fired up with stances and files
Set to rule this, with every vicious missive.
Spending my high on truth,
Lending a sigh to all who laugh and gasp
At the expansion due, antics rued of the MIU
‘Tween me and you I laugh it off.
Silly faerie of trust-all I expect?
New mascot of the Military Industrial Complex?
You can’t not be wary under the hush they express.
We need Defense indeed
Without street sense sheeple bleed
Too bad Defense is a BUSINESS to feed
Learn this lesson.
Thus business doesn’t yearn for your protection.
They earn by checking an investment.
Ancient bleeding leaves seedlings across the world.
Creation’s heaving more for sure.
So she’s needing borders secure.
Everything ends, even Earth’s fling
With orders to mend: Time cures.
Grass grows, fast shows,
Fences in time are a waste of lines for her.
If we fillet Earth’s skin,
Order is tiny a glimpse of chaos, waaaay close in.
Staying immersed within,
Grooving to change, it’s no sin.
When a range of solutions?
Comes from mayhem’s pollution?
From laying in the confusion-spree?
Release the feed that cleaves your knees
And let the humility get ahead of the rigidity
And sterility that brought you down!
Rock your pleas with your head on the ground
Like Indiana Jones part III!
No fumble when Indie was humbled before his pop,
Mumbling about what he sought,
Not crumbling before God
But saved from having his head chopped off!
Never brooking the advice of those who dreamed
Magdalene was hooking ‘til she looked up Christ.
On close inspection EVERY story has a collection
Of interjections to scope and ask twice.
But purists who are so sure of this black-and-white world?
Are attacking fast out of fright at my pearls.
So you see, I set their stories back without worries
For a quick-spree slick victory that’s due!
That’s my three. The need to be free, from the mis-use of two.
See I don’t beseed the abuse of order set loose.
Through the course of this are those who are working it.
Disproportionate sore sons, bereaved and cut loose.
At their core they morph into one: the Underfoot.
Discord to gleam, abortion their dreams, courtship with gleam.
Always abused, nothing was proved, so they’re pushing for clues
In the course of human events, are sons of whores spent, and screwed.
Four, for the fortunate orphans who don’t believe in truth
What’s more their corpses are still seething for you.
One, for the sun, the lightning and the molecules
Some far-flung brightened jewels; stars unsung are my natural tools
Two, for the duel-between chaos and what orders you
Your sore schools lean away, paid the cost to the MIU.
That’s my three. The need to be free, from the mis-use of two.
See I don’t beseed the abuse of order set loose.
Four, for the fortunate orphans who don’t believe in truth
What’s more their corpses are still seething for you.
To spill pages of slayed reparations
Until I ate my fill.
My weight I flayed and still?
What didn’t kill me,
Only made me more jaded.
But lately I realize I’ve learned more about life from learning to love then I ever did from learning to survive.
So I earned my stride,
Taking the world in my eyes.
Having fun, climbing the rungs,
In to stun, missives as guns
Vicious wishes come undone.
This brute shoots for his duty
True blues useful for fire-sprees
Unglued desire grooves from me
Wishing to change the system
Condition to spite the fools
Who when moody tighten the rules
One, for the sun, the lightning and the molecules
Some far-flung brightened jewels
Stars unsung , my natural tools
Sue me? Cool! No more laying off war dues!
Follow through! The fray: New and Improved!
Hollow? Unmoved? U.S. Army wants you!
Two, for the duel-between chaos and what orders you
Your sore schools lean away, paid the cost to the MIU.
So sayeth the news on the MIU:
Black and blue, spastic and eclectic
Like epileptics practicing hoops,
Expect this collective to bring a pirate’s loot.
Aspire to clear the mile-age so astute.
Like Deadpool as a mute!
Still ahead of fools he shoots!
I get higher and dance on tiles,
Fired up with stances and files
Set to rule this, with every vicious missive.
Spending my high on truth,
Lending a sigh to all who laugh and gasp
At the expansion due, antics rued of the MIU
‘Tween me and you I laugh it off.
Silly faerie of trust-all I expect?
New mascot of the Military Industrial Complex?
You can’t not be wary under the hush they express.
We need Defense indeed
Without street sense sheeple bleed
Too bad Defense is a BUSINESS to feed
Learn this lesson.
Thus business doesn’t yearn for your protection.
They earn by checking an investment.
Ancient bleeding leaves seedlings across the world.
Creation’s heaving more for sure.
So she’s needing borders secure.
Everything ends, even Earth’s fling
With orders to mend: Time cures.
Grass grows, fast shows,
Fences in time are a waste of lines for her.
If we fillet Earth’s skin,
Order is tiny a glimpse of chaos, waaaay close in.
Staying immersed within,
Grooving to change, it’s no sin.
When a range of solutions?
Comes from mayhem’s pollution?
From laying in the confusion-spree?
Release the feed that cleaves your knees
And let the humility get ahead of the rigidity
And sterility that brought you down!
Rock your pleas with your head on the ground
Like Indiana Jones part III!
No fumble when Indie was humbled before his pop,
Mumbling about what he sought,
Not crumbling before God
But saved from having his head chopped off!
Never brooking the advice of those who dreamed
Magdalene was hooking ‘til she looked up Christ.
On close inspection EVERY story has a collection
Of interjections to scope and ask twice.
But purists who are so sure of this black-and-white world?
Are attacking fast out of fright at my pearls.
So you see, I set their stories back without worries
For a quick-spree slick victory that’s due!
That’s my three. The need to be free, from the mis-use of two.
See I don’t beseed the abuse of order set loose.
Through the course of this are those who are working it.
Disproportionate sore sons, bereaved and cut loose.
At their core they morph into one: the Underfoot.
Discord to gleam, abortion their dreams, courtship with gleam.
Always abused, nothing was proved, so they’re pushing for clues
In the course of human events, are sons of whores spent, and screwed.
Four, for the fortunate orphans who don’t believe in truth
What’s more their corpses are still seething for you.
One, for the sun, the lightning and the molecules
Some far-flung brightened jewels; stars unsung are my natural tools
Two, for the duel-between chaos and what orders you
Your sore schools lean away, paid the cost to the MIU.
That’s my three. The need to be free, from the mis-use of two.
See I don’t beseed the abuse of order set loose.
Four, for the fortunate orphans who don’t believe in truth
What’s more their corpses are still seething for you.
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