Poems From and To and Thru the Heart

Real Patriots?

The value of my eyes
Are the ones everyone cries
Dies and lives about
Standing in the Fire I sweat out
My sins, but in the Desert
The heat never rests, I must desert
The idea that I might only have a couple
For every time I bleed or cry for her supple
Kiss, these sins sense freedom since
There is only one way out, as I stay incensed
With my thoughts frying in the Heat
Watching everyone’s defeats

And triumphs over their own minds
Mine, I just see and hear kinds
Of stories through the breeze when it finds
My ears, we drink and wonder about mankind’s
Strength and how will we ever get back home
Get back home, when I get back home
I will stop to get some, When I get back home
I will buy everything, even though
When I get back home, I will have no dough
When I get back home, desperate words
For our last resort, this my friends is for the Birds
That’s my mantra, that’s my motto, my epitaph, my words

Let’s go help, go help, who speaks these words
These poor people they need our help, For the birds!
Who are we to step in front of a book with our metal gear
And say we will fix thousands of years
In only a few with lead and treaties
How vain are we? That I am not, but I did sign my treaty
Well yes, here is the truth…I’m hungry
Kids hungry, glossy eyes look at you and say “I need help”
Okay I’ll sign, “When do I get help”
That’s my story, Help to feed the seeds

Not patriotism, college money or tradition, just need
To take some time to make a dime and not for greed
Tired of being out there, so I hid behind the flag
Pride swallowed, Hey flag! P.S. need help, gonna gag
On mac-n-cheese, I’m not a whiner or a griper
But I heard one say, these food stamps don’t buy diapers
Baby, she’s going to be proud of me! For the Birds…
She would be the same if you listened to her words
And drink her empty dollar store cups
Oh your daddy loves you, but I got to go pop
Some heat off in the name of freedom
For the Birds! Freedom! Freedom? Is in rare form

For the 40’s, 50’s and 60’s died for it, not us clones

They were heroes, Tuskegee, The Cherokee, The North
Freedom they cried as they died, we just move forth
In the name of what? Don’t make me say it
I will, my twins go and spray it then lay it
On the line, for what? For freedom to ring
For the kings to buy and sell expensive things
All I see is the Emancipated boy that carries his toy
Like he is on top of the world, when heat deploys
That same boy reverts to asking for momma
I have never asked for mine but the drama
Will make me one day, never knowing when to ask for her
Flip it, they have said goodbye to theirs, and looking for her

All I see is hurt wives and jilted men find comfort in each stare
Faith and vows were checked at the Airport, and a care there
Would leave you bare so the package comes with care
Fragile is the one who opens up the letters and reads the wear
This career, huh…career, has left on them to bare
I try to hold them down, but fear is stronger than flare
“Act like you have done this before“, at night you show your cards
And read them low, so no one knows how your love did blow the barge
For the birds! We signed it, now survive it
Please pray for those who have not passed yet, but

It don’t matter to me, pray for my son, hoping he don’t
Stray and spray someone because of missing me, I won’t
Need it, pray for my girls and hope they learn self respect
And their mother shows them how to stand alone and let
It slide and walk away, Do not pray for me
Pray for my Bride, hope that she can find love once more and frees
Herself of the loneliness, anger and remorse
This pen will tell her how I am doing, but force
Her to see this, so she knows how I am
Baby I am fine, Love you, take care of them

Are we real patriots fighting for this?
No fighting for something, some just don’t know what it is
A request before they put me in that distant hole
I want my box draped with Verde, Blanco y Rojo