Drifter

An anchor,
To hold me steady
That’s what I desire.
I am filled with helium,
And might drift skyward,
And away with the breeze.
A strong wind might take me beyond
The pale edges of the clouds--
Too far to ever return.
I am only floating,
Ungrounded,
How do you anchor down a ghost?
I don’t want the oblivion.
I want to remain.
Solid ground.
Cold earth.
Stay.

Dear Patriot

So long as men can breathe, and eyes can see
The tree of Liberty must be renewed.
For else she dies beneath our apathy,
And withers in our silence crude.
She cries for tyrant heart-flesh -- still-beating,
For only then can she reign in the West.
Fail and you will aid in her defeating,
Fragile Nation’s hope at her feet does rest.
But woe to you that does not heed her call,
Your fates do share the umbilical link.
Death you will not be able to forestall --
Dear Patriot, all rests now on the brink.
So shy not away from this your one task,
Or no life, no liberty may you ask.

Repeat the Following Steps.

Because uncertainty’s a bitch
Hold the door for the person behind you,
Read a book
And never take any shit.

Because uncertainty’s a bitch
Always make sure you match,
Be on time
And never work for cheap.

Because uncertainty’s a bitch
Handwrite your letters,
Break the rules
And be forever authentic.

Because uncertainty’s a bitch
Don’t give yourself over to apathy,
Get a job
And know when to shut up.

Because uncertainty’s a bitch
Take responsibility for your choices,
Write your life
And tell people what you think.