Commanders to Five Star Generals

A. k. a. F. A. D. Series III:  Shogun © 2013

Written by Glen Yumang Manese

A. k. a. (F. A. D.) Filipino American Dream

 

Commanders to Five Star Generals © 2013

 

Hope one day, you hear me.

Call out your name.

Same old night, same old day,

Pray someday you hear me.

Call out your name.

Same old night, same old day,

Pray someday you hear me.

Call out your name.

 

Don’t get too political, analytical or radical with this one.

Sun will shine to ascend and descend.

Pretend for a moment.

We are just stars that don’t exist.

Twist to this is that we do.

Few or any know why we are here.

 

Hope one day, you hear me.

Call out your name.

Same old night, same old day,

Pray someday you hear me.

Call out your name.

Same old night, same old day,

Pray someday you hear me.

Call out your name.

 

We are not but common men and women on a battlefield?

That does not wish to be conquered.

Favored moves forward for sustenance.

Persistence takes control over relying.

Everything is reaching for the stars.

Are we truly alone asking?

Planning for is a universal solution.

Expansion lies only to be grounded.

Founded by are errors to an outcome of corrections.

Correlations that one day utopia is not binding.

Fighting is the image of imagination.

Creation creates the creative cranium.

Platinum labels capable to the Medal of Honor.

Donors the organ called the mind.

Blind eye follows orders.

Commanders are not five star generals.

Mortals engage the end of ends.

Bends pride striding steps to knighthood.

Stood stronger were virtues.

True value is testimony.

Harmony was self-will.

Quills are the libraries.

Liberties warrant literacy.

Democracy gives freedom.

Wisdom carries existence.

Persistence continues the dream.

Screams out is devotion.

Emotions linger in the heart.

Departed words ink paper.

Lovers of love call so many names.

Blames game to the caller of other flames.

 

Hope one day, you hear me.

Call out your name.

Same old night, same old day,

Pray someday you hear me.

Call out your name.

Same old night, same old day,

Pray someday you hear me.

Call out your name.

 

Fame is a reminding danger.

Finger pointers are superstars.

Far away across galaxies called the Milky Way.

Days are numbers in intervals.

Carnival makes for happier days.

Days are equivalent to twenty-four hours.

Devours lives into nights.

Fights battle with nightmares.

Dare defies living longer.

Stronger wills for a moment of time.

Limes are sours of sweet.

Fleeting peace makes causalities.

Realities take precious life more.

Furthermore, war causes bleeding.

Weaning touches reasoning.

Rising sun conflicts with full moon.

Moons do change in cycle moods.

Hoods are worn by monks in monasteries.

Stories madness wishes to foretell.

Selling is self-pity for a better soul.

 

Hope one day, you hear me.

Call out your name.

Same old night, same old day,

Pray someday you hear me.

Call out your name.

Same old night, same old day,

Pray someday you hear me.

Call out your name.

 

Coal seems a useless fossil.

Colossal black oil surges in the energies.

Furies runs foundation in the collective.

Reflective countries give reaction.

Actions speak louder to continue.

Menus are basic fundamentals.

Portals open better tomorrows.

Sorrow’s tear turn smiles.

Mile highways seek family meeting.

Seeing road rages routine.

Nicotine smoke becomes the addictive.

Adjective added drugs to the pollutants.

Accountants play number mathematics.

Systematic system controls health panic.

Picnics are reclusive pass memory.

Summary reports news for the reading.

Feeding is readers their intellects.

Recollects gains the torments.

Moment’s time erases nothing not guilt.

Wilt wonders our own minds.

 

Hope one day, you hear me.

Call out your name.

Same old night, same old day,

Pray someday you hear me.

Call out your name.

Same old night, same old day,

Pray someday you hear me.

Call out your name.