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Silence can express a lot of things;
repressed memories of apron strings.

Blood rushing like a raging river after a storm;
Mind reeling at times trying to grasp the norm.

Trapped on the 78th floor;
Still feeling what it was like
going through that smoky door.

“Why me God?”, I asked.
The Lord gives, the Lord takes away
As a survivor,
you will live to tell this day.

Moved to New Jersey after that event,
Stilling dying--just had to vent.

Lights shine toward the heavens
where the Twin Towers once stood.
Mixed with the sadness there is
anger, pride, and heros echoing good.

Best of all, there is a place
where the Taliban can not reach;
When I close my eyes...
there lies a peaceful sleep.

The blue waters – Sky – stand still.
On the horizon has anchored,
Moon’s pale coloured barque.
At the shore have landed,
All the sailors – every star.
The breath of leaves is choked,
The wind has fallen into a lull,
The gong demanding silence reverberates.
Then, stillness absorbed all the voices.
From the breast of dawn’s nymph,
Fell the veil of darkness.
Instead,
Dark shadows of despair and loneliness
Have covered her whole being.
Yet, she is not aware of it.
No one is any longer aware, that at dusk,
When he left the town,
In which direction he proceeded;
There was no path, nor any goal.
No traveller, now,
Feels up to the journey.
This is a broken link of duration,
From the chain called as Day & Night –
This is the moment to lament Time’s death.
On such occasion, quite subconsciously,
After removing the cloak of myself,
I too, sometimes, look at –
Those spots of rebuke,
And these blooms of affection.
Lines etched by running tears,
Stains left by the bleeding heart.
This rip scratched by the enemy’s claw,
This image impressed by a friend’s hand.
These jewels bestowed by tender lips,
These slashes gored by some evil tongue.
Still, this cloak,
My covering for day and night,
This torn mantle,
Is what I despise; yet, love.
At times frenzy demands:
“Rip it off, throw it away.”
And sometimes love whispers:
“Cherish it; hold it close to your heart.”

Death creeps quietly in
often taking by surprise
one last gasp of air

leaving behind pain
sadness, sorrow and such loss
emptiness of heart

days pass by in grief
each becomes full of torment
as one struggles on

no light just darkness
no end is yet to be found
time they say will heal

for them left behind
no peace, just grief smothering
icy heart with blackness

A Soldier's Cross

The soldier had honourably met his fate
And as he stood before the gate,
He thought he would forever wait
But his name was found atop the slate.

He asked if he would be sent below
For having to kill his country's foe,
But then was told an emphatic No,
Straight to the Lord with honour go.

You have given your precious life,
To help free others from hellish strife
Leaving behind both child and wife,
For this you will be given eternal life.

Long ago a battle was valiantly fought,
And in so doing an example was taught,
To His people who have never forgot,
With His life our forgiveness was bought.

In Heaven soldiers will be everywhere,
For they gave that others might fair
With peace and love for all to share,
But a soldier's cross is heaviest to bear.

The world didn't stop
The day angels carried you home
No one saw my pain
I was completely alone

The world kept on spinning
Even though mine had ended
People kept laughing
I couldn't comprehend

How they couldn't notice
My heart was breaking
My brother was gone...
I could imagine Angels singing

In my mind, I saw Gary in Heaven
Catching up with those who went on before
Finally at peace...
Smiling the smile I adore

I still feel his loss
I miss him everyday
Time is supposed to make it easier
It still hurts, just in a different way

I hurt so badly as I write.
Because I was lied to this very night.
I found out that all women are the same.
They hurt people with their spiteful game.
They care only about themselves and their own gain.
They hurt for fun, I guess, and their lives are purely vain.
An honest woman I have never met.
As to whether there is one I would not bet.
For, fear that I would loose everything; yet who would win?
It is like playing a losing game and then playing again.
You cannot conquer, and they hurt even their friends.
Thus my sorrow can never end.
For there is no right way to go; when,
Every woman wants to bring you sorrow.
They don’t need friends they need tools.
They use people and show themselves fools.
So why even try to be nice.
The trying is not worth, by far, the miserable price.

Some nights I see you again in my dreams
coming with wind that brings fallen rose petals on my bed.
I see you're hand riching to gently touch my cheek,
to give me the pleasure of your affectionate flesh,
eyes that smiled at me,hands that welcome me,
whispering to my heart that awake passion flower
to blossom into my blood.
Than suddenly I wake at night alone;
carrasing empthy place next to me
where you left the mark of your body shape,
for me to nurse the barren memory of you.

We part;you're forever gone to land of defeated dreams
where my sorrow and love sparks blown out upon you
longingly comes in dreams to enfold thy sweet love remembered
and yet in these thoughts lies my soul shadows deep
were at heaven's gate in one spirit we meet again
to immortalize a mortal thing to the edge of doom,
to enternize lifeless dust that lies in cold silent land.

In eternal lines you live in me...like a seal of happy time
to recall that tender touch; no more to grieve or to be sad
but to be flushed with sun that brightness my foothpath before me
so long as I can breathe to plant seeds of love.

Sitting in a city station.
Awaiting death.
Death of a loved one,

One,
So very close to me.

Departure,
viewed in many forms.
Crowds ticket the office staff window.

A return ticket in (my) pocket.

In her hand,

A one way ticket to the grave.

17/06/13.

My best friend for years only good times I remember
With a sense of humor that would make the hardest surrender
But some time ago we lost touch with each other
He fell in a hole where his charisma would slumber
From time to time he would call me for help
He would speak of his pain and all of his hell
I would listen for hours and try to give him advice
He would pray for the best but lose to his device
He would snort it or shoot it or smoke it if he could
I took him to rehab but this fight we did loose
This time he must of felt hopeless and faded from what was left of his light
Today he silenced his struggle and took his own life
I lay here thinking why didn't he call me did I fail as a friend
The last time that I saw him replays over and over again
Way back in high school his future was bright
Now just a memory lost to the night
George you'll be missed but right now I'm so angry with you
There could of been a better tomorrow this was the wrong path to choose.

He played the game
never cheated all his days
squashed like a rodent
in the middle of a road
motionless
breathless
lifeless
a mangeled carcass
being run over by a fourty ton truck
fragments of his skull
filling the cracks in the road
changing colors
the pavement turns red
all his life he has done right
nobody stopped to show they even cared
all his journeys
goals and accomplishments
goes unoticed
he might as well be a
mangeled carcass
in the middle of the road