posted 10-25-2001 12:25 PM               

The arm of our lady laid down
and in a deep breath ,
that is enough.
blew her flame out.
sink the crown

walked across the river
to the island.
couldn't be more simple

walk over the dust cloud
never seen so many shoes
hanging over the phone lines

excuse me ...

many hard hats looked up and
wanted to speak out but

too many words got
stuck in the throat

grab the enterance wall right
from the fresh ground

I 'll wear this as my crown

gotta go back
got a long way to go back
yes,go back,
couldn't be more simple.

posted 11-17-2001 01:42 PM               

Particles of the dead
mix with rising smoke, and in the rubble
of the fallen towers there is no scrap
of the pride that raised them.

The bronze lady stands
in a different time and in
a different light, apart
from dust and ashes.

The drive that raised Manhattan
to the sky raised Manhattan out of sight
—beyond the lady’s light.
She throws no shadowed bulk
on earth and doesn’t scrape or hurt
the sky.

No currency of blood buys back
the dead or ends the sudden silence
of oblivion. New blood shed for old
does not pay down the debt. The trap
of vengeance closes on the hand
that sets it.

Disparate islands of one humanity
cling to private wounds—ignorant
of the larger pain that claims us all.

posted 11-17-2001 01:44 PM               

gonna wage holy war against you baby
my prick is so jihad!—
is a bomb
within himself
& he’s aroused
for war--invades
your deepest cave
detonates and dies
with you--O clouds
of kingdom
come

[This message has been edited by jackflash (edited 11-18-2001).]

[This message has been edited by jackflash (edited 11-18-2001).]

posted 11-20-2001 11:06 PM               

add after "we are the endangered species"

posted 11-27-2001 01:10 AM            

[This message has been edited by farrellflys (edited 11-27-2001).]

posted 12-10-2001 08:14 PM               

What stood tall
Now breathes ash
My peace lies beside your peace.
Inside landed mines their peace separates-
It could've been a toy.
Resembled butterflies free in the sun.

posted 01-31-2002 09:56 PM               

Three thousand souls become
One

50 States become
One

Under

One

posted 03-04-2002 01:09 PM               

I keep wondering, what am I supposed to do?
I existed, until two days ago, with purpose
That now exists as tissue in the rain.

My resolve disolves and forms
Little slimey lumps that are thrown away.
Tossed into a trash can , which I could
Shake like a giant King Kong.

I wish I were a large gorilla,
Able to swat planes out of the sky,
Then perhaps I could dream about
Bananas again, and days in the sun.

posted 03-26-2002 03:20 PM            

quote:

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Originally posted by AquarianM:
Six thousand angels wrapped around our souls,

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