Will you join me in the garden?

neighbor, let me welcome es tu le jardin, home to the sweat of my brow. the rows of the garden stretch out in front and behind us, much as the muscles my ancestors used while they labored diligently with blood and toil to provide us a fertile bed for the seed of ideas to be sown, all the while in prayer and supplication. these ideas once planted in the spring of our nation, by people of passion did require much care with mulch and hoe, to prevent those unwanted tares from overtaking the tiny young crop. as time and experience turned our field, walled in stone, from brown to green to red, the preparations they had made for those predatory creatures, who entered the field in darkness, to root and glut on the tender young shoots, were not successful. much of the crop and oh so many of the laborers fell first on the left, then the right and even the fence with all of it's picketts was lost. the field and its crop, much smaller now, was surrounded by great cities, filled with the busy minded, who care not for the garden, as it required more labor than was convenient. as the march of the seasons continued the summer encompassed the whole world, where the heat oppressed our passions, and many more died in the fields, and we were dependent upon the reign of keyngs to nourish that which had been planted. our grandfathers unknowingly used tools marred with marx and rust to weed the rows and it caused some of the crop to be hybridized. through patience and faithfulness we have continued on with our struggle until the leaves of fall now have adjusted their hue in preparation of colder days. the end, so very near, i will gather my gloves, pull up my boots, and sharpen my tools, for the harvest is almost at hand. i cannot offer you much more than sore muscles, and little sleep, but if you will join me, we will harvest the sweet fruit of freedom, and offer it to those who desire it.

Friday, January 7, 2011

who am I?

i first wrote this the day they passed obamacare, a very dark day for america

WHO AM I?
oft i was quoted and revered to the word
my screams for freedom are gone now unheard
we were Joined in the battle these many many years
squared were my shoulders as were my peers
in defense of our future we stood for what’s right
even as brightness settled down for the night
darkness descended and smothered us with fear
resting my weary I’s they being no use to me here
for evil is strong and he rules this land
with paper and type how oppressive his hand
attrition our path to stem satan’s tide
but each of his blows diminished my pride
in my left ear comes the buglers call
charge is the order a charge by them all
an army of black extends out its reach
like a flood flowing over and into the breach
fewer and fewer defenders an insurmountable cost
Overtaken by apathy I and our nation now lost
falling to the ground wounded and broken
i hold to the word that my authors have spoken
my joy is expired and all hope from me flees
with but one choice to make i fall to my knees
beset by mine enemies encompassed about
for the lord is my refuge my only redoubt
this land is overrun this land that i love
we have one hope alone salvation from above
i am defeated by ignorance, and beaten by fools
in the hand of evil they are but fit tools
my heart sinks away my pulse beating weak
the folly of this world now nearing its peak
as caesar sits high in his house painted white
our benefactors prescribe a diet of shite
no longer do the people strive on their own
our great fearless leader the way he has shown
entitlements and benefits offered en mass
corruption and lies ensure it will pass
social and economic justice their theory and goal
the liberties of our children now dashed on the shoal
how quaint the ideas we’ve had from the start
the foundation of the system that set us apart
for everyone knows the tale of the fish
if dependence is given, then self reliance my wish
i did not instruct to eat day by day
but to learn to fish as that was our way
the assault carried through to the heart of the nation
and the blind follow now with a standing ovation
as i lay on the field i see all is naught
for this is the end just as i was taught
my words antiquated and my meaning distorted
the headline to read as the conspirators reported
victory for progress as they are not bound
traditional values can no longer be found
for all men were created equal and free
freedom is gone for the sake of equality
labored and dense my breath starts to slow
my strength fails to hold wait no more I must go
sorrow fills my mind as I slip from this place
what an unfortunate way to finish the race
imagined by texasteph at 7:48 AM

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