Life Without End

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  1. Coup d'état

    Coup d'état Don't believe the hype

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    In one life I was a farmer born lowly into blistered lands
    worn into existence with a mixture of soil and salted sweaty hands
    It was then, against all odds, that I gave to Kingdoms and country
    feeding fat children of old wealth, in need of wheat thins and barley

    The Nobles too, fed from my garden; from my hand like sour pigs
    I raised them, watched them harden- from kids in powdered Wigs
    I saw a rise out of Dark Ages, their power consolidation
    a blanket of death housing a serpent frown around all our nations
    squeezing my life as a puppet, of course pulling at sliver strings
    until I died before Monarchs, but not before learning a few things

    In another life I was born an Indian to a Seminole Chiefdom
    I lived in unison and sung songs in one regional anthem
    I had unintelligible wisdom and blossomed first like a native flower
    deep rooted in ancestral soil under humid rainy showers
    I grew peacefully under one million smitten Sun sets
    learning again, yet another dialect akin to written alphabets
    in my last breath of fruition Spanish fleets surprised us
    we offered tobacco and corn, they gave us viruses

    I died.

    In another life I was a field hand in a sea of King Cotton
    lost in some political translation, picking until soon forgotten
    the smell of Yankee gun smoke flared obnoxiously to Rebel Yells
    and war broke out again, for freedom but not really in this Federal hell
    Three hundred years later I achieved second class citizenship
    get out of jail free card used to wipe up same Ole shit again, shit

    I died.

    In another life I was Amelia Earhart flying a Sigma air plane
    navigating blue oceans, clouds asphyxiated highly in my name
    I crashed and disappeared on purpose for my own amusement
    history ignores and creates fiction for those who never knew it

    Again,

    In another I was engineering Democracy as a factory laborer
    lambs for lions in war profiteering, riveting helmets on toy soldiers
    my name was Rosie and I was told to hate ambitious Hitler
    I had stars and stripes to dream and awoken lonely to whisper
    softly to myself that my life will only be that of some unknown
    I will never age, never die, never know how fulfillment is thrown

    I died ninety nine thousand times and lived one million years

    I painted caves with blood of rivals and smiled
    I sustained flint lock shots of musket tipped with vile
    I had been a Titanic passenger, drowned but survived
    I crashed stock markets and thrived, swallowed thorns and lied
    I had been a prize fighter in the golden age of sport boxing
    I walked batters and pitched no hitters, old age never knocking
    I wrote lies for news papers and sold Ivory Coast sweet tooths
    I fucked Marlyn Monroe and told Jackie Onassis half truths

    The thing is, I live until I die
    to be reborn in a blink of an eye
    I learned to believe half of what I see
    and nothing of what I hear, superficially
    always witnessing the pains of history
    crying, Lying, Cheating, Hurting
    that's all we seem to do, so good

    For me, each rebirth hushed a world silent
    shock waves of ripples send out Currier's
    between oppression and deceptive crevices it went
    and what came back was rejected in absolute white
    the comfort of native love dancing, freely
    on this night stars shine, brothers smile
    for those who could see it, they predicted
    a preservation of life, interlaced beyond
    an abstract grid lock of civilized man agenda,
    my peaceful moons larked over expected betrayal
    axed by industrial cut throat, and I was fine with it

    Life without end taught me something
    material gain, admiration from peers
    wisdom of man, all knowledge of fools
    and this amounts to death, unless you learn
    that life is just a test, a preparation
    to meet your King and to be steadfast
    through temporary life in your body

    You will never know how high
    the mountain top is, really
    until you see if from the valley below

    A kingdom of absolute glory awaits
    death is then, in strict definition
    the goal in life



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    If I had anything to do with you taking this out of a folder and putting it onto the internet, I've done my good deed for the day.
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    Coup d'état Don't believe the hype

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    then it is a good day for you.
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    thankyou C.
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    Coup d'état Don't believe the hype

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    Thanks for gving some feed back, p-did.

    Those numbers just meant that the narrator lived a million yaer span, and in that time he died that many times. That's all. It's not connect to Rosey the Riveter (The "Rosie's" (all women) produced factory war machines while the men were fighting)

    Thanks a lot .
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    oh! for sure. thanks for responding i pondered that longer then a moment.
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