Monday, August 17, 2015

Betsy's Gift, by Amory McKeever



Is this all that I have
to feed the brave?
Does this soup feel blessed
to fill the free,
the dirty faced,
the bloody kneed?
Those bayonets
with red-coats to shred,
and dash apart,
for each slice of bread.
They fight for me,
yet go unfed.
They'll die in the snow,
and upon the fields,
while rockets glow.
With their stomachs empty,
is this all that I have,
in a land of plenty?

May this star spangled
reveille the angels!
A Valkyrie for immortal souls
who on this field, paid the toll.

Their cheeks are pale,
their eyes are glossed.
You can see the war
has become their cross.
Is this lowly meal
all we have to toss
upon the altar of freedom,
to pay the cost?
So I shall make a blanket
to warm the youth,
the farmers,
the merchants,
the scattered troops.
I will sew it with stars
to guide their way home,
stitched on the blues
they wore to defend.
Bound to white stripes,
as white as the light
they may see in the end.
Combined with the bandages,
though deeply stained red,
a reminder to their children,
of what was bought by the dead.

May this star spangled
reveille the angels
A Valkyrie for immortal souls
who on this field, paid the toll

It's Alive!, by Amory McKeever




These lungs full of tar 
Desperately need CPR 
Crown stains the kidneys 
Anger stirs within me 
All the time I spent usin' 
Left my liver in ruins 
Hemorrhaging bruises 
From years of abuses 
The heart has been broken 
By heartless words spoken 
But life isn't over 
So reset the shoulders 
I deserve what was promised 
By charlatan prophets 
Now break open this coffin 
My spirit is locked in 
Then sew peace to the pieces 
Before entropy increases 
Crank it up to eleven 
Send me up to the heavens 
Goodbye form full of scars 
Now I'm one with the stars 
Of parts I am more than the sum 
The truth is flesh overcome

The Haunt, by Amory McKeever




Young and locked and loaded
Skills in tracking you have honed
The meadow is a dance floor
The call of the wild is Patron
Be sure to line up every shot
And Hope to take her home
Another stuffed and mounted
But you're still camping all alone

The brag is for your friends
To see how well you've killed
The sheets there to remember
All the tags that you have filled
Now in the cold of morning
There's no one by your side
Your belly may be full
But your soul's empty inside 

Now the game knows you well
Your reputation walks before
They hear you coming from a mile
Soon there's no targets anymore
And then you finally realize
Standing old and in the mist
That the real and honest prize
Is the one that you have missed

Xenophobia, by Amory McKeever




Sitting in my favorite chair
searching for a song to sing,
when silently I felt it creep
into everything

Looking at the nails rust
in a foundation fettered,
I could've swore I built this
insane asylum better

Ask myself a question,
were these walls to keep me in?
Or is it that I couldn't stand
being outside of them?

Funny thing about sunshine
it evaporates the rain,
but wearing all that sunblock
exacerbates the pain

Seems everyone is farming
in land they didn't till
Only to find the seeds they planted
never flower for the mill

Those pilgrims all go hungry
starving for attention
Even though their plates are empty
the truth is never mentioned

That mirrors seldom ever show
what they don't want to see
In their quest to keep it real
they became as fake as fake can be

I begin to understand again
what crawled inside my head,
that made me a recluse to some
And to others I was dead

It was a revelation,
and it quickly drove me mad
That everyone's a stranger
xenophobia I had

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Come, Clarence, Come, by Amory McKeever




His boss sent his job overseas
The bank pulled the house
From underneath
When she took the kids to aunt Bernice
And left him there begging
Down on his knees
He ate two barrels of sweet relief
Singing
Come, Clarence, Come
Come, Clarence, Come
Our bells are ringing
If you want the wings
And we just need your help for once

She was a beautiful being
Made him a home, gave everything
But when it was a baby
That she couldn't bring
He betrayed their bedroom
With a younger fling
So she went down the road
And across the street
Sank in a bath of sweet relief
Singing
Come, Clarence, Come
Come, Clarence, Come
Our bells are ringing
If you want the wings
And we just need your help for once

Another night with nothing to eat
A refugee with worn out feet
When the rebels come from the east
To rip her to pieces
If she doesn't believe
She'll play another game
Of hide and seek
Scream her lungs to the west
for sweet relief
Singing
Come, Clarence, Come
Come, Clarence, Come
Our bells are ringing
If you want the wings
And we just need your help for once

It's not that we wish we weren't born
We just wish we were born for more
That we weren't just staying alive
That we had a wonderful life

Injustice is Blind, by Amory McKeever




You can't equally feel like somebody's property
You can't equally feel like you've been a victim
You can't equally feel like you're an outcast
You can't equally feel like you're alone
You can't equally feel like education has failed

You can't equally be trapped in a poverty
You can't equally be abused by the system
You can't equally be gunned down by a badge
You can't equally be attacked in your home
You can't equally be hauled off to jail

You can't equally experience sexual atrocity
You can't equally experience disproportionate income
You can't equally experience real social contrasts
You can't possibly be the subject of this poem
You were unfortunately born a heterosexual white male

We Sacrifice Virgins, by Amory McKeever




He never felt the touch
always just a crutch
and when she got her legs

he was out just like a clutch
In he goes
another volcano blows

He never heard those words
always just the hurt
and when she finally sobered up
she was gone 'round the world
Here he goes again
the eruptions never end

She never thought he'd go
but magma overflows
Out his mouth
and down his clothes

She never knew the kiss
always just the fists
and when he had his fill
she was see-through like a mist
In she goes
another volcano blows

She never made him whole
always just a hole
and when he finally packed his things
empty bags and empty soul
Here she goes again
the eruptions never end

They never see it coming
hot rivers running
that magma flow stunning

Monday, August 10, 2015

Well Armed Sheep, by Amory McKeever




I can't wait to see the wolves
dashed to pieces in the snow
Never again fear their incisors
bayonet those fucking misers
until every single acre grows
Covered with human fertilizer
countless fallen brutalizers
so every single mother knows
raise her children to be wiser
Know what to open their eyes for
so every single father knows
there's nowhere safe for crooked tongues
Don't raise a wolf within your sons
To break the pack of their power
throw their bodies down the tower
We're stronger than they ever were
Give those bastards a bullet shower
and over their baskets plant no flowers
Settle our debts with their fur
I can't wait to see the wolves
answer for everything they've done
beg mercy when the scales come
Our guillotine will never slow
For years and years they had their fun
dealing with devils for our young
while their cup already overflows
but now wolf season has begun
stopping only when the last one's strung

Truth Be Told, by Amory McKeever




That I have not yet fallen apart
Doesn't mean I was well made
That I do not cry out loud
Does not prove my face is straight

All my survival demonstrates
Is what it takes to make a heart
Hammer forged and machine lathed
Turned a thousand times around

Sanded down to its substrate
Until an invulnerable surface found
One that can't be torn to shards
Can't be smashed and never fades

That's the craftsmanship it takes
Then with that indestructible mound
Attach to it every scrap of weak
Glue every piece of sad and lame

Strap every ounce of liar and fake
Bolt it all to that bedrock of plate
So I can pretend it's what I'm about
And masquerade as a sum of my parts

Across Galilee, by Amory McKeever




Even though the blind can see 
Such miracles across Galilee 
He'll still give up his life for me 
Whips and chains would make him bleed 
But the son of love does not concede 
My savior withstands everything 
So they nailed him to a tree 
And placed a stone so no one could see 
They laid inside the king of kings 

I fall to my knees and pray ...Lord 
Nothing else will save the world 
No one else can save the world 

Then he broke free from his tomb 
And traveled home to prepare room 
For those of us still left behind 
He washed away the stains of sin 
So in heavens arms we can meet again 
And walk together side by side 

I fall to my knees and pray ...Lord 
Nothing else will save the world 
No one else can save the world 

I fall to my knees and pray ...Lord 
Nothing else will save the world 
No one else can save the world 

The prince of lies has been slain 
By a perfect lamb with a lions mane 
Rise up and praise his holy name 
Nothing else will save the world 
No one else can save the world

Ordinary, by Amory McKeever




Outside 

Out where the trees touch sky 
Sunlight 
Kisses the leaf just right 
And this gift 
That brings forth the green to life 
Were it rare 
If it happened just one time 

Tonight 
Held in her arms so tight 
Inside 
Dynamite sparks the nuclei 
And this gift 
That brings their new baby to life 
Were it rare 
If it happened just one time 

Miracles 
A thousand times a day 
A million different ways 
Ordinary miracles        

His might 
We've turned a cold blind eye 
Our sights 
Are no longer set on high 
But his gift 
That bring sinners back to life 
Were it rare 
If it happened just one time 

Miracles 
A thousand times a day 
A million different ways 
Ordinary miracles 
  
We overlook this wondrous 
Paradise made just for us 
Expecting something loud and clear 
While our father whispers in our ears 
A thousand times a day 
A million different ways 
Ordinary miracles

Saturday, August 1, 2015

Undiscovered, by Amory McKeever




On one side heads is life,
on the other tails it's not,
then we flipped a trillion times,
and this is what we got.
Now we know the coin is fair,

because here we are today,
but is there life out there,
is it a galaxy away?


The problem is we're stuck
in our own imagination,
that with just a little luck
we'll find space communication.
Except intelligence is diverse,
there are dolphins don't you know,
and across the universe,
there may not be a radio.

Life could be a flock of birds,
extraterrestrial jellyfish,
there may be aliens in herds,
just not the kind we wish.
So busy looking to the stars
from the comfort of our home,
that we forget just where we are,
in our house we're not alone.

So how will we treat these strangers,
if we discover their existence?
If it's anything like our neighbors,
they better keep their distance.