Fourteen Years

Hard to imagine just yesterday,

and no days further.

I could stand here and pretend this whole thing away,

but somewhere, my deep conscience,

my soul is rattled,

I cannot imagine knowing anything today,

without memory,

without a glass mausoleum in my eyes,

I cannot go forward,

and not recall the day,

my life changed while other lives,

were completely removed.

I remember standing alone,

waiting for tears,

not my own,

they were readily apparent,

I just wanted to cry with another

human soul.

On 9/11 we became a story,

yet we were the less immediate,

we were the onlookers in disbelief,

we were able to return home,

hold our children,

know we were the mom & dad,

the dancer, the politician, the accountant,

the baker, the seamstress, the stock broker,

the philanthropist, the gardener, the lawyer,

the maintenance worker, the copy man,

the executive secretary,

the executive’s secretary,

the executive secretaries,

the fireman, the rabbi, the priest,

the fucking thousands of onlookers,

that suddenly fell through the frame of our world,

and the planet watched,

as real lives burned for the sake of


When First I Knew

The disbelief

Torrid Tuesday,

a child’s eye

suggest a fathom

when gods spoke aloud

cloud secured chasms

A city of life

in ashes,

a populace


frightened, alone, confused

amongst milions,

the very people

kept us all safe.

Today the skyline burned

when truly hell drove

the world mercilous

concrete fires

burned bodies

lost souls


together without


That ideal we live by,

departed today,

Fire House hell

Ladder Company 3

we spoke to blue

who told a story

of death on carts

six months a rookie,

a face that clearly

showed war horrors

thirty years later

to the day,

Manhattan burned

the world remains

ignorant still today.

We leave our children

nothing in return.

God help us

‘war is not


for children


other living


we still haven’t …

we haven’t …

we can’t …

we ca …

rise above the ashes.

Lacking Skin

I draw little attention to who I am

based solely upon a certain gem

some would call the bane of life

yet I might think of none of them.


I walk in a department store alone

gatherĀ little if any attention shown

I could probably open the register

take a dollar bill and dial the phone


While standing nearby noticed you

I couldn’t help but think of the blue

vibrance in sky that dreams peace

stillness occurs to recognize few


We thrive in a world of confusion

a constance bold without solution

little concern merits our evolution

little concern, we await revolution


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