Shall I bend not to set a trend
Should I break things I cant fake
Maybe lost don't even toss
These feelings are real
Sometimes feeling surreal
In uncertainty look at reality
When you doubt please shout out
Unwavering dedication was born out of my passion
Live life as you're lost
Let me be your host
Nothing but love
Need not hate
For this is our life
The rest of the world can just designate
I'll always appreciate.
Though in tears and torment…I have got a terrible tale to tell
About that dreadful day that our trade tower flared and fell;
Oh the pains felt by dreaded dads, mourning moms and the youth that yell
For they lost their loved ones to that horrible day…so hot as hell
If was an evil event that took flight, just like a flash
A violent man with his cruel aircraft turned the trade tower to a trash
I could hear the crash, the sirens and people crying in a bash
Even my humble hut in Africa felt the pain of this lethal lash
What a dreadful day was two thousand and one, nine, eleven
Who would have thought or trade tower could be crushed into a coven
That led kids and kings, kith and kin from various kindred to heaven
My prayer is that all those who lost their lives would find a safe haven
In diminishing degrees of denial and doubt,
I find myself taking inventory of emotional stock
to scan it for inconsistencies:
Let's see...
Right now I feel…
Confused, scared, angry, vengeful, murderous, and demonic.
Yet also…
Calm, peaceful, nurturing, merciful, caring, reassuring, and reassured.
Who am I to follow the yellow brick road
that lights the way out of Oz? (my Wizard seems so far away…)
Who am I to question the path it leads me on?
These strange and unpredictable twists and turns,
tramples and tumbles,
ups and downs,
highs and lows…
I’m just a lost and lonely soul hoping to reconcile
the light and dark,
the white and black.
the generosity and greed
the spirit and flesh.
Yet I only end up compromising my deepest held beliefs
in the hopes that I may live a normal life
and carry on normal conversations
in a world that is everything
but normal.
Full of lost and lonely souls, who like me,
only seek an understanding shoulder to cry on,
that could lessen this tremendous burden,
lighten this harrowing load,
and offer true direction
towards a lighter shade of gray.
The devil cruised down,
To New Orleans,La,
With plan in his heart,
From the Broussards part,
He claimed alot of souls,
With temptation of a plan,
One very unholy,
Sinful lawbreaking scam,
One offering money to those who would join,
A serious deception created,
From his hand,
If you went for the money,
For the love of it,
You lost your soul,
Because of it,
If it was because they scared,
You into it,
You got a reprive because,
Of it,
If you chose to hurt,
Me and my kids on purpose,
You lost your soul,
And all contol of it,
God doesn't do that just for me,
He would do it for anyone,
Whose been put through unbelievable,
Pain and misery,
When a good person is outnumbered,
By an evil amount,
God goes to bat,
And you better watch out,
A good soul and family,
Outnumbered by alot,
Has God batting a thousand,
Turnabouts for all who fudgged up,
People determined to keep doing wrong,
By this little woman and children,
Will not be singing any song.
There’s ten lives in Alabama,
That lost their lives yesterday.
An afternoon of bloodshed,
With innocent lives at bay.
A terrifying rampage,
Three communities in shock.
For two Alabama counties,
Were plagued of random shots.
In four different locations,
A repeated tragic panorama.
My heart goes out to the families,
Of the ten lives in Alabama.
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To the ten lives lost in Alabama,
an appalling tragedy...