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9/11 Overview

Back in the day the states gave them the weapons
Before media reality, before we were threatened
So we send off our men to avenge for 9-11
The event was tragic, but so is getting even

A change of heart from a country that doesn’t care
If the man down the street is down to his underwear
His kids can be starving, but those kids aren’t yours
Pop the money for defence, pop the money for the towers

Why don’t you think for yourself when the telly screams peril
Bombings used to be more, the IRA bombed several
London wasn’t screaming, didn’t panic like fools
They honoured their dead but didn’t brainwash their schools

There wasn’t this terror when K.K.K. were lynching the black
But it’s a right to bear arms, the NRA’s got your back
Shooting each other, you think you’re ruling the world
If it’s lead by example then this story had to be told

Without those planes there’d be no invasion
No racists using power in mass people persuasion
Good people afraid, because of Islamic descent
Stupid people hating as perspectives are bent

If you want to generalise then I’ve got more respect
For black America, than what white-trash have wrecked
Whole countries are dieing and it takes two towers
Before you look up and acknowledge your power

You’re killing the people you’re trying to save
Good intentions are lost,when your soldiers aren’t trained
They rape and they pillage, even if it’s only a few
Can you imagine what would happen if they did it to you

Nearly forty million live below the poverty line
Just in your country, more than the population of mine
His kids can be starving but those kids aren’t yours
Pop the money for defence, pop the money for the towers

You could be feeding yourselves but politics rules
A stable economy fooling the fools
America would fall the moment it cared for the poor
Your capitalist Jesus damning them all

The have-nots are nothing, and it was no coincidence
That Katrina was ignored and wasn’t an incident
Until your government realised other countries were watching
Chanel seven lifting people out before a single soldier was marching

U.S. of A. – super power or not
Your people are suffering of an internal rot
There’s no safety or welfare, it’s not strong it’s slack
And the whole world’s laughing behind you’re back

You're ruled by fear, the majority can't think for itself
Free speech was lost the morning the news hit the twelth

//Pop money for defence, pop the money for the towers...//

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Desire (Somewhat Erotic, Pg13)

I can just imagine teasing you,
Stripping you, undressing me,
Biting necks and trailing lips,
Taking breath, and making quick.

Whispers closer drawing you,
Stealing you, right under me,
Harder looks and moving hips,
Tremored sighs, and dirty tricks.

I can just imagine loving you,
Gripping you, caressing me,
Holding fast and letting go,
Taking breath, and making slow;

As I lie,
Wishing you were with me.

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The Softest Whisper

The softest whisper crept,
Along the creases of his lips,
The softest words so tender,
Those of love and bliss.

Careful woven scripture,
Not intended to impress,
So delicate and slender,
As a swan's feathered dress.

No words crossed their way,
Between his mind and mine,
But that moment was such magic,
A story so divine.

I'm sure my heart's now taken,
Down into his abyss,
Where warm love shall lead me,
Into love I will not miss.

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No-Strings

Damn-it, why do I have to want you,
For every wrong reason in the book,
Even if I’m sure it’s only lust,
In the flirts, the bumps, the looks.

You’re always at the concerts,
Singing words I wish I knew,
Stencils, studs and leather,
Pure-bred hardcore through and through.

Uncaring and yet passionate,
You’d die for more than hair,
"Social change and revolution,
Rebel and make the world aware".

You bang girls left and centre,
Week and end alike,
And from pointed observation,
Just-the-one is not your type.

So I’ll resign, we’ll just have fun,
And I can dream of older days,
Coz' while we’re young, I’m guessing,
No-strings is how it stays.

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Virgin's Hindsight

In the deepest blue they shiver - searching her in time
In a lust drawn sigh and quiver – words of intellect and rhyme

Her eyes close in submission – as he draws her further yet
Her soul beats with such sedition – as he helps her to forget

And in the decadence of moonlight - she succumbs to virgin's plight
And in the remanence of hindsight – she never meant to lose the fight

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Ironic Recognition

She watched the morning sun rise
And drift above the set
Watched the auburn rays
Cut through her woven net.

Felt her limbs fall loose
As she fell ashen to the ground
Her puppet-strings lay broken
A caustic, empty sound.

And although she had her freedom
She had not the will
For that had long been broken
As she’d watched her time stand still.

Those that passed her could have stopped
To help her stand, or lean
But no-one saw priority
In breaking worn routine.

She was just a flower
One plastered to the wall
The kind you take for granted
Never standing tall.

It was not until the moment
On the ‘morrows fateful dawn
That she was finally noticed
In the irony she was gone.

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(a Winter) Embrace

Misted eyes of heavy breath,
Savoured stalactites of tongue,
Necks held in last caress,
By hands rather held than gloved.

Ashen shivers of laden branches,
Buds lost and stems entwined,
Thighs warmed in grasps of ecstasy,
Filled of blood in heat's recline.

Fingers laced with tainted ivory,
Shivers burnt in frosted flesh,
Lips against a hardened tip,
To sighs of desirous end.

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My Sinatra (Version 2)

Your kisses were my cigarettes, 
Like my chocolate.
‘Said I could learn from your regrets, 
That you’d protect me.

New York lights turned frosted glass, 
As you’d play me witty sonnets.
We’d sway like we were upper class, 
Tuned to deft piano.

With nothing promised me stability, 
Such a charismatic lover.
Smearing my reality, 
Far into your tomorrow.

But music tells so many lies, 
In your surface such façade.
Hold you close, to heavy breast,
This past and reborn life; my Sinatra.

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My Sinatra (Version 1)

His kisses were my cigarettes,
Like my chocolate.
He said I could learn from his regrets,
That he’d protect me.

New York lights turned frosted glass,
As he’d play me witty sonnets.
We’d sway like we were upper class,
Tuned to deft piano.

He promised me stability,
As such a charismatic lover.
Smearing my reality,
Far into his tomorrow.

But music tells so many lies,
In his surface such façade.
For the humour seems so very wry,
That not until his tragic death,

Did I see him as my Sinatra.

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Three Missed Calls; and You Were Gone

I remember sweat, and sticky water,
Our bodies pressed in deafening sound,
Your hair a perfect frame,
To what we screamed, but only mouthed.

Pure strangers laughing ecstasy,
Eyes met by future friends,
You became my bosom-rebel,
As we made each other’s ends.

I’d sew the details, to your dresses,
Bite wear into your clothes,
You were the symmetry of person,
The confidant I’d never known.

I remember fingertips, and lipstick,
A roughness to our softened skin,
The smile you used to give me,
And how neither would give in.

The way you used to kiss me,
And pull my bottom lip,
How only you could say it,
And it bitterly was missed.

To my baby, of a million words,
The kind a vigilante sends,
Until those three bipolar tears,
I loved you to the end.