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Death from the Sky

Two Towers stood by the water , they were tall and they were strong. People thought that they were safe and within their walls they would throng. Sadly though for all their beauty, people were so wrong. Two thousand , seven hundred and fifty two souls perished on that September day. Two planes, death in the sky , homed in on the towers and all the souls on the planes knew that they would also die.

They were not alone a plane headed into Washington and the Pentagon found. One hundred and eighty four perished there, smashed into the ground. There was even another plane on an evil errand the good souls on that flight attacked their captors and brought them down in a field in Pennsylvania. All souls lost their lives.

The killing has not stopped and will not for a long time yet for many are still suffering . The deadly dust that came from the towers frightful collapse was full of deadly things. So say say a prayer for those who died that day and remember those who still are suffering.

Let them and their families know that we shall not forget.

Lady in the water

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OH! my God I cannot get my breath the water is so cold. I cannot see my hand before my face my dress weighs me down, water in every fold.

My hair is getting in my face , my pulse and my heart beat race. Floating here gently down, skirt billowing I feel a certain grace. Is this it am I to drown.

The wall of water lays heavy on my chest , fit to burst suddenly full of pain I start to kick and flail and do my very best. I try to rise but all in vain my efforts come to nought again and again.

Down down I go the wall of water pushes me so. All at once I stop the fight I feel at ease my body light. I seem to rise and float , thank God the water clears from my throat.

Gentle light warms me now as I bathe my spirits high my vision clearing I can see through the water and up to the blue sky. I feel relaxed all fear banished as I move I seem to fly.

Now below me coming into view a red haired woman with lips of blue. Her skin so white her eyes blue too. She looks so pained it shocks me to the core . She is dead and breathes no more.

Reaching out my hand to touch and help her I am shocked to see the fear and pain upon her face but more the realization strikes that she is me. My fingers gently reach out to touch her another shock I cannot grasp there is nothing there to hold.

OH! my God I cannot get my breath the water is so cold. I cannot see my hand before my face my dress weighs me down, water in every fold.

Lights in the Cherry Tree

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Magic lights on the tree in the garden, brightening my evening as Autumn approaches. I see fairy wings in your blossoms. Gentle breezes carry the hint of your scent in through the window. As the sun slips down to the horizon bathing everything with a gold tinge afterglow.

Everyone see something different when they look at you with your yellow lights. Some see angels some see kites I see only memories burning bright growing in strength throughout the night. Gentle kisses from my youth , lollipop rewards for telling the truth.

I see happy picnics in the park rounding up the boys and hurrying home before it gets dark. Lots of dark days where the lights don’t twinkle just remembering those makes my flesh crinkle…….. best forgot no use to dwell sad memories can be such hell.

Counting blessing in the lights forgetting bad and sad times, the chances of that. Slight . As the dawn begins to brake I start yawn and stretch and shake. The twinkling lights begin to fade along with all the mistakes I’ve made. Fill the kettle turn off the light look out to see the glorious pink blossom what a wonderful sight! Everything looks better when you come out of the night!

Stars and Birth

There are thousands of stars up in the skies like many unborn souls watching us with sad eyes. Waiting patiently biding time up in the skies .

They say we are born with all the knowledge of the universe, we loose it all before we’re one. It would just be a curse to know so much so young. Where would we go if we knew it all before we had begun.

Gentle souls up in the sky how can you bare what you see. You see us being two faced and you know how unkind we can be.You witness war, you see the politicians lie, you hear the good words and you see the millions die!

You see us misusing our planet poisoning rivers and fishing dry the oceans. You see us lying to ourselves vowing help to the oppressed and slowly going through the motions.

You see us abusing our children and our animals we all pretend this does not happen but it does and to deny it would be criminal. You see the money makers in the temples the bankers feeding off the poor and making it look simple.

All you see is grief and pain and lies, illness, plague,deceit corruption and in the end everyone dies. So knowing this it would be alarming if you did not scream your lungs out at the thought of being born.The effort and pain would be enough to make you bawl and shed blood tinged tears. You are entering a hell full of fears . There is no future and no hope for you, no reason for you to see it through.

Gentle stars from the skies you are ripped from the womb and brought forth from between your mothers’ thighs with all the weight of your gathered knowledge. You look into a humans’ eyes and thankfully your knowledge slowly dies.

Would that you could show us how to help our world , our selves and do it now.

GREED

Greed, greed evil fingers reaching out to grab you, it will rip you up and make you bleed.

Feel the tingle feel the gain lovely luca give it give it straight through my vein.

Creeping crawling , sweaty rush give me give me I crave for more see me roll in greed on the floor.

Nothing quenches this endless craving I want I need I will lie and cheat you, I am just beyond saving.

Silk and satin by the roll pretty diamonds I control. Filthy money makes me high like a drug it makes me fly.

Leave me, will you, see if I care my soul is lost. Your touch means nothing if your money is not there.

Greed , greed come consume me make me fly lift my joy into the sky fill me fill me give me more watch me writhing on the floor.

Greed, greed evil fingers reaching out to grab me, it will rip me up and make me bleed. Slowly dragging me through the ground and in money I am bound .

I have no soul left only yearning, give me, give me the craving is burning . Nothing left at all of me and all because of greed. greed.

Desserts is stressed backward

Look at those cushions, they are not straight. The dust on this coffee table is inches thick. Clean it up now you lazy bitch you know mess is something I hate. Do it now go move you make me feel sick. Don’t stand there staring as if you were thick.

The kids have wrecked the bathroom, move your arse and sort them now. I don’t give a damn about your aching head. Where is my dinner I have been at work all day, have you even heard a word I have said.

washing up — desserts is stressed backwards.

What have you been doing, out with friends all day, go on, what nothing to say. A man slaves away at work it is your job to keep house and not shirk. Look at you, you are not the girl I married she was bright and happy and full of life , such a sexy sight.

Where is my blue shirt and there is a hole in my socks , look at you, your going grey where are those flaxen locks. I’ll be late tonight don’t wait up , why, I going out for a beer, dear!

BANG! Where’s the cereal Mum, where’s the milk where’s my homework where’s my new scarf of silk.

Take your lunch take your bus fares there’s your homework on the stairs. I have no idea where your scarf is get a move on your bus goes in five minutes and a half!

BANG! Thank God they’ve gone peace at last , Lets just take a few minutes and hope this throbbing headache will pass. Put washing out to dry , OH! no that’s he best shirt he’ll be mad .

I had enough this is just too much. Sod the washing sod the shopping sod the house I’m going clothes shopping. New shoes new dress new car? I am off now and I’ll go far. I teach him to call me a lazy bitch . No more cooking no more cleaning the hoover I can ditch! This worm has finally turned I have taken too much the old life I will just burn.

BANG the house shakes I leave for the last time I have had enough I going to live for me, is that such a crime . The kids are older I’ll write them in time they know I love them they know they are mine. I can’t stay with their father he is an ignorant swine.

Pebbles sitting in my hand.

Here I stand on the beach my feet buried in the sand, my eyes straining out to sea, tiny pebbles dry and rough sitting in my hand. I used to think I was special , one of a kind but like these pebbles in my palm I am just one of many vessels.

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I can not help but wonder how many waves have washed this beach. How many sun sets and sun rises have graced this lonely place. I throw a pebble out to sea and wander where it may reach.

The breeze is gentle on my face unlike your caress, so many times I looked for you but found only emptiness. Another pebble I release and this one skims the surface. I’ve never managed that before it brings a fleeting smile to my face and gives me a new purpose.

There is not another soul on the beach I stand here alone the suns has nearly gone now but I do not want to go home. How many little sea shell has the sea deposited here then over time ground them down and turned them into sand. How many stars are there up in the night sky both question sound too grand.

The waves are lapping at my feet I feel it through the sand it is dark now as I release another pebble from my hand. The breeze no longer warm has found a sudden chill I feel somehow I should move but I just do not have the will.

My hand is almost empty now like my shrunken heart. I look out to the horizon make one last wish and throw this lonely pebble like a dart. The moon has climbed up in the sky I ought to move , but why. The water washes up my legs I look into my soul and count the dregs there is not much left to save. I walk forward then start to swim out to a watery grave.

Escape

I want to run, I want to hide. I want to skip through water and go down a slide, I want to have fun. I don’t want to stay here where it is all so grown up. I am tired of relationships its all too hard to bare. I need to kick my shoes off and slide down the bannister watch the shocked reactions I really do not care.

Searching for the sun-light, reaching for the clear. I no longer recognised it, does it still exist, is it still here. I need to count the buttercups and make a daisy chain it will make lovely decoration but will it dull the pain. Perhaps I could find Teddy I left him in the den he and I spent hours there do you think we could again.

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I want muddy fingers and dirty fingernails I want a stick to run along the rails. I want Ossie and Jinglebells please could I go play with them in some hidden dells.

Could I not paint a picture of a house and a huge sun could we just have one game of blindman’s bluff it truly would be fun. I need to find the exit please which way is the door. I have to get out of here and play five jacks on the floor.

It is too hot to cope in here and there is not enough air to breathe I need to go now I have to get out of here, I really have to leave. I want to jump in puddles and splash around in shiny red boots I want to swing from branches and hide secrets in tree roots. I need to feel the sea air on my face, to let it blow my hair around so I have to fight to keep it off my face.

Is that a window. I can make my escape anything would be better than these feelings I have to fake. I want to have a tea party with dolly , yes I do. I want to mix a cake and lick the bowl out too!

I need to get as far away from here and run as fast as can. I want to have a crust of new baked bread and smother it with jam.

I need to find the breeze and watch the blossoms sway. I want to smell it’s perfume and get so far away from all the heavy duties I have to bare today.

A final little jump now and I am on my way I have to just get home now and then I shall be free to dance and play.

Passers By

We pass each other every day on this busy street. We never make eye contact we never stop to speak.

Rushing here and there we do not stop to think about the people around us who might be on the brink. We are not allow to reach out or even to smile. People would think you were mad if you try to stop them for a while.

There are so many lonely souls we pass them everyday they always avert their eyes , why is that always the way. Why is it so wrong to just turn and smile to reach out to a passer by and talk to them for a while.

We all could make a difference. We all could make new starts, we all could help each other out if we opened up our hearts! Look at me fellow loners I am just like you out pretending out here building walls between me and you.

Let me reach out to you and you could reach back to me why can’t we join

together and maybe set some of our fears free. I could be a coat to you I could make you warm we could make our way through this lonely night and out into the dawn.

The Journey

traffic-lights-1 — Traffic lights of life

Idling at the traffic lights of life not sure whether to turn left or right. Will my choice lead me out into the light or send me back further into night. Waiting here in the road feeling tired and burdened down by this heavy load.

Straining hard for a sign to see which route could be mine. The darkness that encases my soul ties me back hinders my path and stops me feeling whole. Flicking on the windscreen wipers to clear my view, the rain of tears seeping through the bonnet saturating the gears. The dark clouds and this stormy weather doing nothing to allay my fears.

It is so hard to see the distance between you and me the view is just a mishmash, and I must not get too close to you or we both could crash. The inside of the car is misting up like the inside of my heart so many years spent following you, so close yet miles apart.

At last I see a signpost up ahead it’s words are not clear some look smeared like lipstick red. Wiping the windscreen again anew I need to get a clearer view. Maybe if I used the brake a better decision I could make.

Finally the rain begins to slow, a ray of light sets the scene aglow. An echo of a rainbow appears clearing confusion that has misted years. I reach to see if you are still there . Your not! I wonder if I still care.