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no longer connect
communication’s broke down
we have lost our step…

falling astray from
that moment we found us, lost
in the arms of love

how do we regain
that, which we swore to never
let loose of again…

one day at a time
trust re-established for love
forsaken us both…

now drowning in tears
blanketed in kleenex. nights
 morbid, can’t escape

thoughts of not being
under star lit clouds, comfort’d
in the strength of love

broken. cracked. forgot…
lost in emotions of…what
is it we call this?

LOVE. Happiness. HOPE.
without you coping is worthless… 


a decade ago, birds were tainted by the beliefs of man who claimed us to be destructful. they flew into our lives and took loved ones from us. they came and destroyed what keep us afloat in an already trying time, in the name of a god they attacked us, smoked filled streets of rubbage and debris. horror and pain, felt worldwide, by these so-called disciples of religion. fear ran rampant like a rabid dog. tears spilling over like a flooded stream. heavily armed, we stood ground, rushing in quickly to save what we can. 3000 souls buried alive, lost, crying for help in the aftermath of dust filled lungs, disease and fire. we searched. tried. fell and got back up with help from neighboring communities… protested, shouted and debated we flew into attack mode and raised the debt ceiling to find a ghost that may not exist. POLITICS. weapons of mass destruction did not break down the walls that stood in my city. it was actually the everyday utensils we use, they confiscated and used against us, so why are we digging holes in his back yard stringing him up in front our children when the man who did this is still eating lobsters on an education you will not afford me first hand before him and his child, hidden in the caves. BOMBS. I can drop as many as you though yours you use to destroy many more lives without remorse and say look upon me as if you’re doing the best job you can… guess that’s why you back home on the ranch, then again maybe you and him are discussing an escape plan. [I mean you guys know each other and for a very long time behind closed doors from before college.] this day has come to be known as doomsday to those of us who had to live it. the many who lost love and friendships. the many more who are still losing their lives due to disease and sickness. no true retribution but the POLITICAL BULL-shit we were fed,was enough to disguise the fact that our brothers and sisters were dying for something other than what we were looking for. suicide bombers. martyrs. rebellious children armed as grown men. this day forever sits with me. the images of falling angels from 70 floors up. the anger of who done it. finger-pointing feeling to be the best remedy until justice has been served.

10 years later we’re still rebuilding. still finding our way. still fighting a war that seems as though it would never end…


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