Stacking bricks for fun
Brick after brick after brick
Pallet by pallet
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Steel towers gleam gold
Trinity River whispers~
hot wind hums through wires,
a lone bull's shadow stretching
across the restless concrete.
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steel ribs glow molten,
swallowing the day’s last light~
Reunion Tower leans into the flush of dusk.
traffic pulses like slow veins,
while the skyline sharpens,
then softens—a blade dipped in honey.
high above, jet trails fray
into pink gauze,
and Dallas exhales,
shedding its daylight skin.
thirty ton trucks flew
windy year was two thousand
dallas tornado
There was a shyster from Dallas
whose lies were full of malice.
He groped the wrong girl
whose anger unfurled.
So now, they call him Alice.
Chapters by Brett Young and Gavin DeGraw
Hell of a View by Eric Church
All of Me by John Legend
Rise up by Andra Day
Let’s Do it Again by J boog
On Tonight by Chase Rice
Timeless by Dallas Smith
The sound of a million dreams by David Nail
Everywhere by Chase Rice
She scrambled
from where she sat
in the back seat
climbing onto the
trunk of that
long luxurious Lincoln
not to escape an
assassin's assault
as many assumed
but to collect the shards of
skull and bits of brain
that had been blown
back onto it as a bullet
blasted a hole in his head
his body lolling over to
lie limply in her lap
as her flowers fell to
the floorboard
sure that if she were
to stuff them back in
he would live again
Much Malice in Dallas
What opponents did do in Dallas,
Caused such a Seahawk paralysis;
Game abored;
Hardly scored;
Then they left with much malice.
Jim Horn
I’m an insurance Auto damage appraiser....So yesterday I had to inspect a car for an older gentleman and called him to setup the appointment. I told him I needed to inspect his car for the insurance company and I would be there around noon time. He said I’m fixin to go on my weekly trip to Dallas and I’m getting ready to leave. I said oh wow, I’ve always wanted to go there and asked if he was flying or will he be driving the car with him....there was about 5 seconds of nobody talking so I broke the awkward silence and said, gotta love them Cowboys! More silence. I was beginning to think oh boy Robbie. You’ve done it again. He probably meant Dallas Georgia which is two hours away and not Dallas Texas a few thousand miles away. He finally said I’m gonna leave the car in the driveway for you to inspect but I won’t be there because I have to go to DIALYSIS. I’m sure he was thinking...what kind of Brokeback Mountain fool is this talking about loving cowboys and flying. ??????????????????????? ??
Tragedy Occurred in Dallas, Texas (USA) 2016
A sniper
A peace fight
Police officers lost their lives.
From the highest tower,
Shots are fired.
Over what is stated to be the white man crimes.
Of oppression and a racist society
A peace fight transpired.
Five officers died.
We mourn and we cry,
Shouting the face of America has been scrutinized from
Transgression of another hate crime.
Six were wounded and five died
Over Black lives matter.
Upsetting the balance of society
A sniper manifested.
Upset with white people
He stated he wanted to kill a multitude of them
White police officers especially.
Today is troubled.
Tragedy is an ongoing melee.
Now an uproar throughout the United States.
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Written July 10, 2016!
Washboard and spoons
Guitar and drums
Accordion
Getting together
With the band
A moment not about skin
But about soul
A party not about race
But about rhythm
Take a stand
(or perhaps a dance)
Against hate
Yell a little
Prance a little
Live, love a lot
Making music
While joining hands
What We Should Learn From Dallas
By Franklin Price
7/8/2016
What we should learn from Dallas
And the tragedy we pan,
Policemen killed cold bloodedly
By a sicken minded man.
Took advantage of a protest,
Of killing elsewhere by police;
Despised black on white authority,
If cops are dead it has to cease.
As of now he was the only perp.
There was no larger plan.
He felt he had to do it;
To get rid of the man.
Get rid of perpetrators
Who happen to wear blue
Whose actions are above the law
Don't have to pay for what they do
He was past considering
that cops are also bad and good.
Most protect all people,
And are doing as they should.
They put their lives upon the line;
Each and every day they work.
The bad apples among them
Are statistically a quirk
The media and politicians
Take sides to drive along
The minority views of both sides;
This direction is so wrong.
Reporting, on these deeds
At best is very mixed
Not only deeds, but also reasons
Are what's wrong and must be fixed.
Dallas
This is evil;
This is the lion roaring through the streets,
Across the planet in all its towns;
And there is no answer, save one.
Prayer by all to the God above,
That in His gentle love, he will erase;
The thoughts of killing from the human race;
That the Lion and the Lamb will soon lie down,
In my town – in your town
In peace.
Five dead in Dallas,
killed by hate and long guns,
no end to terror.
The cocaine wolves of Dallas. Sink your teeth into the night until they are numb, the beasts are lurking about looking for a cigarette to bum.
The cocaine wolves of Dallas, and everybody carries a knife. Slickback your hair and tighten your laces of the boots' on the throat of life.
Key bums in the bathroom, More more more. New friends linger, Brush their teeth with their finger, and anxiously watch the door. Feed of the night. My fists are clinched, my eyes are widened, I can see I'm feeling fine. Breathe life into to me. Bulletproof and shaky I feed deep into moonlight. Dominion over all things, with everything to gain insight. The cocaine wolves of Dallas, leave your old life behind. As the sunrises depression kicks in leaving you serotonin dry. The pack turns on each other, chewing on the by-and-by. The cocaine wolves of Dallas, where everybody carries a knife. The nighttime is the right time. If you feed the beast, the beast will feed of you.
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