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Remember, September

Remember the day,
Remember the hour,
Remember the twin tour.
People were lost,
lives taking at no cost.
What is the reason to give,
when you have no need to live.
Everything is gone,
no reason to live on.
Not even a pray,
could help save the stray.

Copyright © Martha Shaw | Year Posted 2006



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Never Forgotten 9-11

Every day one must die.
and if your not afraid you'r telling a lie.
Thousands stayed,
Thousands prayed,
Thousands helped,
Thousands yelped.
For what had happened was a terrible thing.
But on that day,
thousands got their wing.
As the wind blows,
you can hear them sing.
remember their smile,
remember their face,
because noone will ever take their place.

Copyright © Martha Shaw | Year Posted 2006

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War

Human mistakes,
lead to mant breaks.
Families unmatched,
within shameless acts.
Plenty declare blood,
taking lives like a flood.

Masks of horror,
show no empathy.
It's a cold place,
you'll leave there feeling disgrace.

Copyright © Martha Shaw | Year Posted 2006

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Temptation

Underneath the desire,
nothing can take you higher.
Wondering dreams found,
just look around.
Never dare to escape,
let passion take it's shape.
In a tender soft instance,
just don't think of pain,
and let the unthinkable explain.
Feel it inside,
and only you decide.
It's like a burning flame,
never was it a game.

Copyright © Martha Shaw | Year Posted 2006

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Death

"You were my sister,My friend, 27 yaers old"

You wouldn't wake,
your life was at stake.
I cried many tears,
there shouldv'e been more years.

Your heart had no beat,
One day we'll meet.
In heaven's place,
you will never be replaced.

I didn't have a chance to say bye,
begging God why.
He took you so fast,
now all I had was the past.

He took you so far away,
now my life is in dismay.
Death is all around,
so hush, don't make a sound.

I'll take your soul,
so make your life whole.
Don't be nieve to death,
because you never know you'r last breath.

R.I.P. Rochelle Dee

Copyright © Martha Shaw | Year Posted 2006



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Fight

I have a hurtfull ache.
I'm on the break.
Of no return.
For my heart has a yearn.
To see your face,
only words could embrace.
How I feel right now,
I will not allow.
You to be gone.
This isn't my faught,
I'm so distraught.
How could this exist,
you are very missed.
I can only wait,
and hope that it's fate.
Alway's on my mind,
I will find.
A way to reach you,
and I'll tell you what he put us through.
But right here today,
I can only pray.
That you will be with me,
and we'll be free.

To My Children...............................

Copyright © Martha Shaw | Year Posted 2006

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Hoplessness

The root to the end,
and it will make you descend.
Nothing you do or say,
will make it go away.
The feeling is plundered,
nothing left but to wonder...

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Happiness

To have true happiness,
you must be happy with the way you're living and the path you are going.

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My Love

It's just me and him,
is our love a sin.
In God we trust,
or is it just plain lust.
Every touch,
seems a bit much.
the way we get along,
makes me think we belong.
Everytime our eyes meet,
I feel so comlete.
I love when he is near,
our love will never disappear.
He belongs in my heart,
therefore I will never let us depart.

Copyright © Martha Shaw | Year Posted 2006

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This Life

Consumed by nothing but anger.
The path of life I have chosen
Only makes me wonder,
Why God had it stolen.
Maybe it was for a reason,
it seems like my life is changing like the season.
I wake up with hate.
Distorted images of memories,
that will never fade.
Confused and fustrated,
thoughts of being jaded.
For every fall,
I can only stand tall.
There's always a lesson to be learned,
someone to be heard.
A story to be told,
So sit back and let life
Unfold

Copyright © Martha Shaw | Year Posted 2006


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