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Our Nation
We stand for what we believe in through all our pain and grief.
Although our friends and neighbors look in disbelief.
The rich seem to control our life as they roll the dice, while the poor stay poor and the middleclass have to pay the price.
Our troops on foreign soil fall down every day, while here at home we struggle with bills we have to pay.
Politicians all have words that make them look so great, but once their seated in the white house they don’t need words for bait.
We seem to wonder why our country lost that guide, to make us strong and prosper and not fall on our side.
This is the strongest nation a melting pot of such, with all our races and creeds we’ve grown so very much.
Although our friends and neighbors look in disbelief.
The rich seem to control our life as they roll the dice, while the poor stay poor and the middleclass have to pay the price.
Our troops on foreign soil fall down every day, while here at home we struggle with bills we have to pay.
Politicians all have words that make them look so great, but once their seated in the white house they don’t need words for bait.
We seem to wonder why our country lost that guide, to make us strong and prosper and not fall on our side.
This is the strongest nation a melting pot of such, with all our races and creeds we’ve grown so very much.
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Posted: Jun 2009
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Sons Of Scotland
Sons Of Scotland
It is sad to hear a summer’s last gasp sigh
as through balding forests rising winds cry,
when sweet and sour notes fill Autumn’s ear
a year’s sun filled season’s last tune we hear!
Far more sad when on foreign shore we stand
listing the tender memories of our own land.
Memories of legends from youth and infancy
taught in our Scottish schools as a legacy!
Chief of historic tales, Wallace of Caledon
waking clannish memories in each Scottish son.
Whether on a far off scorching coast we toil
or north, on the Arctic’s freezing snowy soil
hearing music of our land we close sad eyes
rousing our patriotism, then illusions arise!
Our souls open to where once we would dwell
the waving trees in forests and the lochs swell.
Each wanderer has visions feeding his brain
of reaching his native Scottish shore again!
Are such feelings for the homesick confined
now just awakening in a Scot’s poetic mind?
All patriots know their truth is on this page
not least for far off Scottish tears to engage!
From Westminster to beyond China’s red fire
sons of Scotland are there, always to inspire.
The proudest Scottish thinkers to all we give
as part of us, our ancestors will always live,
more proudly now, for all the world approved
of Scotland, from where its sons first moved!
sonofadam
It is sad to hear a summer’s last gasp sigh
as through balding forests rising winds cry,
when sweet and sour notes fill Autumn’s ear
a year’s sun filled season’s last tune we hear!
Far more sad when on foreign shore we stand
listing the tender memories of our own land.
Memories of legends from youth and infancy
taught in our Scottish schools as a legacy!
Chief of historic tales, Wallace of Caledon
waking clannish memories in each Scottish son.
Whether on a far off scorching coast we toil
or north, on the Arctic’s freezing snowy soil
hearing music of our land we close sad eyes
rousing our patriotism, then illusions arise!
Our souls open to where once we would dwell
the waving trees in forests and the lochs swell.
Each wanderer has visions feeding his brain
of reaching his native Scottish shore again!
Are such feelings for the homesick confined
now just awakening in a Scot’s poetic mind?
All patriots know their truth is on this page
not least for far off Scottish tears to engage!
From Westminster to beyond China’s red fire
sons of Scotland are there, always to inspire.
The proudest Scottish thinkers to all we give
as part of us, our ancestors will always live,
more proudly now, for all the world approved
of Scotland, from where its sons first moved!
sonofadam
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Posted: Jul 2009
Post Comment
DIE....Your Dealth is near......EVADE
The friends we did make
from ship to shore
were very short as they
were gone so quickly
never to be seen no more.
Some of them died
right there on the ground
others were found miles around.
Pieces all thrown from here to there
putting that puzzle together
was a chore.
Loving them was not possible
as they would be taken quickly.
Doing your job was all that you
got m16 in one hand and a grenade
all set ready to pop at the
littlest threat.
Watching from dusk to dawn
making safety your number
one pawn.
Days would go by
months and years
soon your home but
your body is still there.
Seeing the damage the
devastation and all pieces
of body friends blown up
coworkers, doctors all gone
in a second no rest for me.
If i want to succeed
freedom is my cry.
My life i must not die,
so vigilantly i watch
over all the land
m16, grenade in my hand.
This is my cry for the
military live no longer to die.
I am for my family
that is my new cry.
from ship to shore
were very short as they
were gone so quickly
never to be seen no more.
Some of them died
right there on the ground
others were found miles around.
Pieces all thrown from here to there
putting that puzzle together
was a chore.
Loving them was not possible
as they would be taken quickly.
Doing your job was all that you
got m16 in one hand and a grenade
all set ready to pop at the
littlest threat.
Watching from dusk to dawn
making safety your number
one pawn.
Days would go by
months and years
soon your home but
your body is still there.
Seeing the damage the
devastation and all pieces
of body friends blown up
coworkers, doctors all gone
in a second no rest for me.
If i want to succeed
freedom is my cry.
My life i must not die,
so vigilantly i watch
over all the land
m16, grenade in my hand.
This is my cry for the
military live no longer to die.
I am for my family
that is my new cry.
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Posted: Apr 2012
Post CommentShine On Jamaica
Jamaica a country ever so small
Standing gloriously so big and tall
The world you irritate
By your accomplishments and achievements so great
Your sons and daughters set the pace
Which others imitate
What your children originate
Others recreate and fake
Those that brag and boast that they lead
Are dazzled by your speed
Desiring to get for themselves the honor and glory
They suppress and hide your story
Yes some of your children are really bad
That is just the few
So the foreign media go into every nook and cranny to pry
So that about you they may spread lies
Wanting that it never come to light
That in which they take so much delight
Belong to your children by right
With envy they would have you in shame
Spreading bad things about your name
There are those that seek fortune and gain
By Pirating brand Jamaica ‘s fame
Jamaica your children’s achievement is not limited to your land
On the international stage they are grand
In spite of efforts to suppress
The world acknowledge your children’s success
The prowess of one is the prowess of all
Out of many, one people
Standing gloriously so big and tall
The world you irritate
By your accomplishments and achievements so great
Your sons and daughters set the pace
Which others imitate
What your children originate
Others recreate and fake
Those that brag and boast that they lead
Are dazzled by your speed
Desiring to get for themselves the honor and glory
They suppress and hide your story
Yes some of your children are really bad
That is just the few
So the foreign media go into every nook and cranny to pry
So that about you they may spread lies
Wanting that it never come to light
That in which they take so much delight
Belong to your children by right
With envy they would have you in shame
Spreading bad things about your name
There are those that seek fortune and gain
By Pirating brand Jamaica ‘s fame
Jamaica your children’s achievement is not limited to your land
On the international stage they are grand
In spite of efforts to suppress
The world acknowledge your children’s success
The prowess of one is the prowess of all
Out of many, one people
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
I wrote this to fulfil a promiseIn Memory of the Nurses in Wartime
They attended the same school in Brooklyn,
always kept to themselves as a rule.
Like three peas in a pod,they all seemed alike,
didn't go with the flow,just to seem cool.
Most nights you could find them together,
on the roof of their tenement house.
All dressed the same in their navy blue slacks
with a bright crimson ribbon pinned to their blouse.
When the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbour,
they enlisted and entered the fray.
Caring for soldiers ,attending their wounds,
surrounded by horrible scenes ev'ry day.
It wasn't just men who gave up their lives
for the freedoms that we now enjoy.
Those three girls and more,died on tropical shores,
here's remem'bring the young girls,who took care of the boys.
always kept to themselves as a rule.
Like three peas in a pod,they all seemed alike,
didn't go with the flow,just to seem cool.
Most nights you could find them together,
on the roof of their tenement house.
All dressed the same in their navy blue slacks
with a bright crimson ribbon pinned to their blouse.
When the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbour,
they enlisted and entered the fray.
Caring for soldiers ,attending their wounds,
surrounded by horrible scenes ev'ry day.
It wasn't just men who gave up their lives
for the freedoms that we now enjoy.
Those three girls and more,died on tropical shores,
here's remem'bring the young girls,who took care of the boys.
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
Throuhout history it is always the young men in wars that are remembered for their bravery.There were others just as valiant that deserve praise as well.My First Battle.....
A soldier lies dead, under his shield,
there was a great battle, more lay in the field.
In the distance, I can hear the sound,
of the struggle that is near,
and as I walk over this bloody ground,
My mind is full of fear.
I'm still young, and I've never seen,
what others have lived and done,
this field of Red, that once was green,
I fear that I will run.
But I still walked up to my fate,
and over that last hill.
Now I fear it is to late,
today I may be killed.
The soldiers turned to see my face,
My eyes so full of fright.
I yelled at them, Where's my place,
and secretly wished for night.
I was handed my sword, and my shield,
and placed along the line.
My thoughts began to think to run,
when a Man said I'll be fine.
he said we are here to have some fun, but his eyes looked just like mine.
forward we charged, into the fray,
and we covered lots of ground,
and if I make it through this day,
at home is where I'll be found
For this morning, I knew the score,
but again, I'll never be vain.
for anyone who fights in Wars,
are People not using their brains.........
there was a great battle, more lay in the field.
In the distance, I can hear the sound,
of the struggle that is near,
and as I walk over this bloody ground,
My mind is full of fear.
I'm still young, and I've never seen,
what others have lived and done,
this field of Red, that once was green,
I fear that I will run.
But I still walked up to my fate,
and over that last hill.
Now I fear it is to late,
today I may be killed.
The soldiers turned to see my face,
My eyes so full of fright.
I yelled at them, Where's my place,
and secretly wished for night.
I was handed my sword, and my shield,
and placed along the line.
My thoughts began to think to run,
when a Man said I'll be fine.
he said we are here to have some fun, but his eyes looked just like mine.
forward we charged, into the fray,
and we covered lots of ground,
and if I make it through this day,
at home is where I'll be found
For this morning, I knew the score,
but again, I'll never be vain.
for anyone who fights in Wars,
are People not using their brains.........
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
War in the 1200's was brutal, and hand to hand..I was just thinking what I would feel like, walking to a battle back then..Military
Nothing to do but keep
my job and that meant
keeping skinny yet it was
not in the cards for me.
No utilities at all
did i pay military
kept me that way.
Working 12, 24 & 48
hours at a time
always kept late.
Working days through
for the family.
Time would go past
in order to get
that cash.
Now all done i realize
in the military we
were one.
A team united for safety
and life.
We could come home each
day without strife.
my job and that meant
keeping skinny yet it was
not in the cards for me.
No utilities at all
did i pay military
kept me that way.
Working 12, 24 & 48
hours at a time
always kept late.
Working days through
for the family.
Time would go past
in order to get
that cash.
Now all done i realize
in the military we
were one.
A team united for safety
and life.
We could come home each
day without strife.
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Posted: Nov 2012
Post Comment
Oh Mr. President. (to mcradloff)
This is no birthday song or well mannered greeting,
These are words from the mouth of the hand that has been feeding,
From the one you've been starving due to your greed seeds seeding,
I see your stupidity & arrogance, I see a nation grieving,
If they are not now, they'll cry to/for me later,
A simple man who thrives for the same as any other,
Freedom, happiness, respect, equality, choice, a voice, I'm covered.
Mr. obama those gigantic ears don't mean much when there is no brain between them.
I oppose you entirely.
My mother has more business experience than you do monkey boy,
Our 22nd amendment will stay!
Your on your last term so good luck disassembling the great U.S.A.
Your presidential directive 51 will give way,
I will do all I can with all my might to expose the real you,
To help this country see, if the Egyptians can take back their land from democracy,
So can we.
You will fall!
Trust, this has nothing to do with race.
It has everything to do with you working so hard to destroy what my forefathers worked so damn hard to have stay.
It has everything to do with your lies!
We've never had a president who blames so much on so many others than himself!
Lol & this man leads our country?
He knows how to fix the economy!? Lol shoot me now.
Kidding, I live to fight, for my children, the way my fathers father did for his.
The way my father fought for mine!
Now Mr. President, keep in mind,
I've said what I've said & I've said it oh so kind,
This is rated G.
If you want the R version,
Come see me!
The leader of the free new country!
We the people are sick of being walked on!
We the people will no longer fear the government which intimidates the weak,
The government will fear the people as they should,
Government needs to shrink.
We the people must get of the couch, turn off fox news, forget American idol & look to real situations that honestly affect in infect our lives!
Chem-trails! Research that!
if that doesn't p!ss you off then sit on your couch with your Cheetos and die.
I'm sick of that ish infecting my life!
Mr. president.
Austin J.Frick
Age Of Reason Is Now
2-18-'13.
These are words from the mouth of the hand that has been feeding,
From the one you've been starving due to your greed seeds seeding,
I see your stupidity & arrogance, I see a nation grieving,
If they are not now, they'll cry to/for me later,
A simple man who thrives for the same as any other,
Freedom, happiness, respect, equality, choice, a voice, I'm covered.
Mr. obama those gigantic ears don't mean much when there is no brain between them.
I oppose you entirely.
My mother has more business experience than you do monkey boy,
Our 22nd amendment will stay!
Your on your last term so good luck disassembling the great U.S.A.
Your presidential directive 51 will give way,
I will do all I can with all my might to expose the real you,
To help this country see, if the Egyptians can take back their land from democracy,
So can we.
You will fall!
Trust, this has nothing to do with race.
It has everything to do with you working so hard to destroy what my forefathers worked so damn hard to have stay.
It has everything to do with your lies!
We've never had a president who blames so much on so many others than himself!
Lol & this man leads our country?
He knows how to fix the economy!? Lol shoot me now.
Kidding, I live to fight, for my children, the way my fathers father did for his.
The way my father fought for mine!
Now Mr. President, keep in mind,
I've said what I've said & I've said it oh so kind,
This is rated G.
If you want the R version,
Come see me!
The leader of the free new country!
We the people are sick of being walked on!
We the people will no longer fear the government which intimidates the weak,
The government will fear the people as they should,
Government needs to shrink.
We the people must get of the couch, turn off fox news, forget American idol & look to real situations that honestly affect in infect our lives!
Chem-trails! Research that!
if that doesn't p!ss you off then sit on your couch with your Cheetos and die.
I'm sick of that ish infecting my life!
Mr. president.
Austin J.Frick
Age Of Reason Is Now
2-18-'13.
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Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
Presidents day write.Die! Or Die Resisting!
Two new thorns pierce thy brow, one way guardian exit my life now!
Robe of sorrowful guilt around me, by thorns with which they crowned me!
With awful love which found no room, doomed to death must bring to doom!
Now lye your head down to the stone, power crushes pride, your overthrown!...
(.crs.) You will fall to dust beside me,
Refuse myself in the presence of deity,
Release your lust as it gets heavy,
These wounded hands build much more slowly...
This desolate life with violent ways, has pushed my mind to a diabolical place,
There's no preparation that can help me embrace, the thoughts & the feelings when I saw the devil's face,
Right when I thought that I found my calling, I was depraved in crimson depths, ever falling...
...endure lost lovers, once the end never again, imagine the fiery wonders...
...DIE OR! DIE! RESISTING!...
(.crs.)
Be ashamed if you run from your obligation to fight, imaginary line divides trash from value tonight,
Set a trap in back to snap & wait, set fire to the doors & break the front gates,
Burn the bridge & kill any who dare to cross, carry the bodies of the dead & search for the lost,
Leave them burning in their walls they built, feel no mercy, feel no guilt!...
These broken hands will always stay true to their oaths,
With our riches & our values close, we will make a toast,
Children, weapons, golds, gods & lives at most...
At the tip of a sword you'll fall to ruin, you can never kill me, you can never take my numen,
My deity appears in her heavenly illumine, as she comes to me she Free's in me a deep serotonin,
I'm cutting out the bull sh!t & kickin' out the ladder, pierce thy heart with a golden swivel dagger,
A blade which has only known the blood of royalty, slow entry through the meat & chest cavity,
Release a breath as the cold, gold & chrome enters, the people must fight for each other so to their enemy the attention centers,
Allow this hypocritical savior to exit, rows of men marching to their battle drums,
the beat of death set!...
DIE OR! DIE! RESISTING! ! !
DIE OR! DIE! RESISTING! ! !
DIE OR! DIE! RESISTING! ! !
DIE OR! DIE! RESISTING! ! !
Die! Or Die Resisting.
Austin J. Frick
Age Of Reason Is Now
2-2-'12
Robe of sorrowful guilt around me, by thorns with which they crowned me!
With awful love which found no room, doomed to death must bring to doom!
Now lye your head down to the stone, power crushes pride, your overthrown!...
(.crs.) You will fall to dust beside me,
Refuse myself in the presence of deity,
Release your lust as it gets heavy,
These wounded hands build much more slowly...
This desolate life with violent ways, has pushed my mind to a diabolical place,
There's no preparation that can help me embrace, the thoughts & the feelings when I saw the devil's face,
Right when I thought that I found my calling, I was depraved in crimson depths, ever falling...
...endure lost lovers, once the end never again, imagine the fiery wonders...
...DIE OR! DIE! RESISTING!...
(.crs.)
Be ashamed if you run from your obligation to fight, imaginary line divides trash from value tonight,
Set a trap in back to snap & wait, set fire to the doors & break the front gates,
Burn the bridge & kill any who dare to cross, carry the bodies of the dead & search for the lost,
Leave them burning in their walls they built, feel no mercy, feel no guilt!...
These broken hands will always stay true to their oaths,
With our riches & our values close, we will make a toast,
Children, weapons, golds, gods & lives at most...
At the tip of a sword you'll fall to ruin, you can never kill me, you can never take my numen,
My deity appears in her heavenly illumine, as she comes to me she Free's in me a deep serotonin,
I'm cutting out the bull sh!t & kickin' out the ladder, pierce thy heart with a golden swivel dagger,
A blade which has only known the blood of royalty, slow entry through the meat & chest cavity,
Release a breath as the cold, gold & chrome enters, the people must fight for each other so to their enemy the attention centers,
Allow this hypocritical savior to exit, rows of men marching to their battle drums,
the beat of death set!...
DIE OR! DIE! RESISTING! ! !
DIE OR! DIE! RESISTING! ! !
DIE OR! DIE! RESISTING! ! !
DIE OR! DIE! RESISTING! ! !
Die! Or Die Resisting.
Austin J. Frick
Age Of Reason Is Now
2-2-'12
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Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
Our army will soon cover the valleys & scatter the mountain tops,let the stomping of the people & the hoofs from the herds of horses rumble out the last true sounds of freedom as the warriors scream & cry out CHARGE! To fight valiantly to the death with honor, dignity, passion & with NO FEAR in our hearts, FOR TONIGHT WE FIGHT FOR FATHER TIME & MOTHER NATURE TO ENSURE FATHERS LONG TICKING CLOCK DON'T STOP & MOTHERS COLORS, TREES & RIVERS ALWAYS NOURISH ON OUR WATCH!!!
NO! NUCLEAR! BOMBS!
Nothing will be left. No one will win anything.
We would prove to fail our children...our fathers...
Will we join the few worlds to explore space?
Or will the new world order prove to destroy & erase our existence?
!PAN!C!
I've been sensing a sort of anguish creeping out of my native language,
evolve the thought process through words which can be interpreted as you choose to hear them, there are a few I choose to fear them!
They are not my words, the are my views,
these beliefs belong to me!
I have paid my dues & now need NO help to pull myself from these depths of pain!
I tried on my own but missing steps gave way to an ego of shame,
I am my own choices so there's no one else to blame!
Feeling passed over as I learn to disregard, the reality of the end as I'm thinking of the start.
So many beautiful moments, memories of a child's smile,
Visiting that feeling of love, on that perfect day, all worth while,
So gorgeous, the ugly could never outweigh the truth in a jury trial.
So, before their eyes, reborn, he came to life!
Rhythm man, rhythm man,
A risen man's a driven man, motivated to do all he can,
with a line in the sand, feet firm on the ground, to make a stand,
stand my ground, no pushin' or playin' around, drive to be crowned, amaze & astound, evolution new found, no matter the cost at any amount, I know what needs done, I will surmount!
I rap, I sing, I scream what I mean!
I growl, I prowl, & everything between!
Got styles for miles, I'm down like Charlie Sheen,
But I prevail & conquer, I defeat & exceed!
So now PANIC! PEOPLE PANIC! It's goin' down like the Titanic,
I'm alive, I'm pist & about to blow like I'm volcanic,
I'm satanic to your evil all you people & your static,
Genetic manic dependency stuck on what takes you from reality,
That the majority are fed up with you & now fallowing me!
(SEE PAN!C PT. 2 FOR THE REST OF THIS, ITS TOO LONG TO SUBMIT, BUT THIS IS NOT THE END)
evolve the thought process through words which can be interpreted as you choose to hear them, there are a few I choose to fear them!
They are not my words, the are my views,
these beliefs belong to me!
I have paid my dues & now need NO help to pull myself from these depths of pain!
I tried on my own but missing steps gave way to an ego of shame,
I am my own choices so there's no one else to blame!
Feeling passed over as I learn to disregard, the reality of the end as I'm thinking of the start.
So many beautiful moments, memories of a child's smile,
Visiting that feeling of love, on that perfect day, all worth while,
So gorgeous, the ugly could never outweigh the truth in a jury trial.
So, before their eyes, reborn, he came to life!
Rhythm man, rhythm man,
A risen man's a driven man, motivated to do all he can,
with a line in the sand, feet firm on the ground, to make a stand,
stand my ground, no pushin' or playin' around, drive to be crowned, amaze & astound, evolution new found, no matter the cost at any amount, I know what needs done, I will surmount!
I rap, I sing, I scream what I mean!
I growl, I prowl, & everything between!
Got styles for miles, I'm down like Charlie Sheen,
But I prevail & conquer, I defeat & exceed!
So now PANIC! PEOPLE PANIC! It's goin' down like the Titanic,
I'm alive, I'm pist & about to blow like I'm volcanic,
I'm satanic to your evil all you people & your static,
Genetic manic dependency stuck on what takes you from reality,
That the majority are fed up with you & now fallowing me!
(SEE PAN!C PT. 2 FOR THE REST OF THIS, ITS TOO LONG TO SUBMIT, BUT THIS IS NOT THE END)
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Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
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