E-pidemic
R-isk
I-n
M-ystery
A-pplies
N-asty
I-nfection's
C-ontagious
S-ickness
Topic: Birthday of Eri Manics (May 25)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Beads of clear liquor trickle
Like fickle tears a lick rids.
A drop slid down amidst
Thick fears.
Choice of liquor? Beer.
Steer inward towards clear
Ambitious
Glee.
Then, when opportunity peers from behind a mouth,
Opportunity flees.
Dripping, rivers of fluid dy-manics steer.
Simply be.
It does not choose the destination it nears.
It chooses to be free.
11:36 5 Sept 2018
No I have not forgotten
I remember well that 911 day of hell
When demon filled men set their heart those buildings to fell
Driving to get my daughter and wife
I heard of the first plane and I knew it was an attack on Americas life
My eyes welled up my heart beat fast
I have to get my family over and over in my mind as every car I passed
I held them close as I told them news
God help and protect us all as in the second and third flew
They were not martyrs as i slam says
They were brain washed manics with death as their pledge
The heros were those who ran towards death
Not to help death but to defy it to its breath
Into hell they went to set free those they could
To save and serve as heros should
At the end of it all some had lost their life
In order to give to those who could not fight
Now here we are seventeen years later
And people have forgotten and turned into agitators
Trampling on the memories of those who gave and still give
Their lives to others to live
But not I! I have not forgotten I am still sane
I stand in testimony that those heros died not in vain