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    Season One: Marching Orders - Poetry Including Dragonism an Allegory
    Season One: Marching Orders - Poetry Including Dragonism an Allegory
    Season One: Marching Orders - Poetry Including Dragonism an Allegory
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    Season One: Marching Orders - Poetry Including Dragonism an Allegory

    By Kenneth R. Gerety

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    I have tapped into the spirit of my age, redefining my voice to meet its needs. It is a moment now captured, as a wound scarred over, words flowing as healing life-blood through my mind to this page. This is not what was, probably not what will be, but remains as it is, a foundation of ever-burning fire. These words are an answer to the marching orders I received, and I confirm my resolution to now serve.

    (This Season can also be found in "Collection 2: Rags of Gallery")
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLulu.com
    Release dateAug 29, 2015
    ISBN9781329518926
    Season One: Marching Orders - Poetry Including Dragonism an Allegory

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      Season One - Kenneth R. Gerety

      Season One: Marching Orders - Poetry Including Dragonism an Allegory

      Season One: Marching Orders - Poetry

      Including Dragonism: An Allegory

      By

      Kenneth R. Gerety

      Copyright

      © 2011 Kenneth R. Gerety

      All Rights Reserved.

      Cover and book design by Kenneth R. Gerety

      Autumn, 2011

      130 Days

      Tripped upon the milestone,

      stubbed toe while ascending the throne,

      confused by garbled reception,

      message received

      decoded by the fire of primal need.

      You could say

      that this is the summation of days

      spent in training for the battle

      to reclaim a lost mantle.

      Such a statement assumes

      a previous failure, consumes

      responsibility for not being sure,

      guilt for crimes illusioned by shadows

      and a mirror.

      There is no blessed lantern that illuminates.

      No perfect key that opens the gate.

      The message from days

      passed over in a haze

      is Ego’s cast of blame,

      inciting my campaign.

      And the Cat Was Lost

      Lansing, we left.

      Independence, I vowed away my freedom,

      and the Spectrum shifted.

      Birmingham, drunkards cheered me on.

      Orlando, I was impressed by our frequency.

      Kansas City, the Herd thinned.

      Bellevue, the pill worked in the guest room.

      Orlando, again, my teeth chattered,

      and I started to expect.

      Shawnee, the expectation became the Reason.

      Mission, the Reason revealed my marching orders,

      and the cat was lost … and found.

      Army Brat

      Brotherhood of soldiers.

      my friends torn away

      Respect for sacrifice.

      i’ve no reason to stay

      Ability to survive.

      i feel a rebellious streak

      Competent war-cry.

      i’m worn down and meek

      Quality in authority.

      my pride shifts as dust

      Rewards of eternal honor.

      so hard to do what i must

      Ashwalk

      Feet treading on coals

      Callused Skin

      Flesh beneath the soles

      Born again

      Trial bathed in fire

      Judging sin

      Counterfeited crier

      Tearing grin

      Showering in ashes

      Moved ahead

      Gaze beneath the lashes

      Heal instead

      Bad Joke

      Graceless or absent timing,

      sarcasm without a pun,

      imaginary discomforts

      made public by just one.

      One man or one person

      we raise above us all,

      and place in a den of fellow fools

      who’d rather stand on shit than fall,

      fall like dolls from hands of children,

      though the hands, in truth, be of age.

      Maturity becomes a shouting match,

      our ideals the puppet’s stage.

      Stage this moral play

      in a setting fit for

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