On September 11, 2001 we had the blood of 5,727 innocent lives shed upon American soil all in the name of hate..
They Will All Be In Our Hearts Forever
It is a beautiful sun filled morning yet I have an unexplained sense of evil and sadness around me. The city is awake as travelers make their way to work and parents getting their children to school. I look across at Time Square and notice the time is 8:45am and thinking you better hurry or you will be late for work.
Suddenly I hear an explosion. I look in the direction of the sound and see smoke coming from the North Tower of the World Trade Center. An airplane has crashed into it's side.
There is mass confusion. Police and Fire Fighters are rushing into the Tower to help the people exit to safety. Oh Dear Lord people are jumping out of the windows and falling to the street below. What is this hell that has been cast upon us?
People stare in shock and disbelief now as a second plane flies directly into the South Tower. Looking back at Time Square I see the time now is 9:03 am. The streets are littered with paper and debris from the offices in the two Towers. It's now 10:05am and people are now running from that direction as I witness the the South Tower crumbling to the street below. Trapping thousands ... Moms and Dads, Sisters and Brothers, Sons and Daughters.
Why?
Oh the dust, the smoke, the flying debris is so thick you can see nothing. It is all but impossible to breathe. The pain of what has happened is so great you can feel nothing else.
It is 9:43 am there are reports of another plane flying into the Pentagon in Washington D.C. I don't understand. What is happening? Who could wish such horrid wishes or even entertain such unthinkable thoughts. Why is this happening in a country that represents Freedom and welcomes strangers from any land to pursue a better life?
A life of Freedom, in my America?
I try to reason when I know deep inside there is none. I hear the words echoing in the air 'Lets Roll'. It is now 10:10 am and yet another report of a hijacked plane crashing in Summerset County in Pennsylvania
It is now 10:28 as I witness the North Tower tumbling to join her sister that already lay upon the street below I look across at the Lady of the city. Even though the air is thick and visibility is poor, I see something glistening on her cheek in the last few remaining rays of the morning sun.
Will it stop the pain? Will it make me feel better? It is unbearable, and I cant help but
Crying
Why must everything be this or that? Why must everything be so hard? Especially to love And to stay in love
Crying
My eyes are red And I dry them and wonder if you know what is happening to me What I am going through Do you even care? What kind of man are you Is it easy to take and take? Is it easy to walk away to another? Do you care of my pain and my lost
Crying
Will it stop the pain? Will it make me feel better? It is unbearable, and I cant help but To cry
So tonight I lie upon my bed And tears flow and I wonder What was it all for? All this time-- All the conversations, plans, dreams, The I Love Yous The never to live without me or that I was the best thing that ever happened to you
Was it all a sham? To obtain only what you need and wanted And you never thought about me That I am also a human, who feels, who breathes air, who loves, and who loved you. Did you know, it all left me so all alone and left me
dry your eyes let the salty water touch your fingers feel the icy chill the taps flowing the water running what is the cause of this my child my angel my life why do you cry? does your soul feel shattered? does your body feel broken? Did you let down your barrier? The one you hold so dear The one you yearn for Did you let him in? With out knowing it Only to have a little bud grow in the barrier To grow To consume Till the very essence that was there before Fell into pieces Like a ruin of a palace Beautiful when alive Haunting and chilling Once the life is gone And the rain falls The palace can never be how it was before It can be replaced But not as strong Not as stable Or it can be replaced by a different palace One that is blacker Colder Chilling Harder Harder to crack And fall to pieces But the door will be harder to move When the time comes What palace will you chose? Either way My child My angel My life Dry your eyes And live to see another day
Granny Angel watches over me She's not really my granny But she is to me. Even though you'd never ask Or feel bad about Taking her charity She's just one of those people Who reaches out With genoristy and kindness, To lend a helping hand, She knows she Doesn't have to But she does It's nice to know That someone cares, She's always there Whether it be In good times or need. Granny Angel, thank you! It's a blessing That we have A special angel like you!
Watching them sleep,they are so sweet, my 3 angels from god,was gonna tickle their feet. I hear their laughs and see their smiles everyday there is nothing I wouldnt do for my kids,and no price i wouldnt pay. without them in my life i would be so lost, they keep me going,and i would do anything for them at any cost. Lifes so short not to enjoy the little things I look at my kids and my heart just sings. I never thought in a million years I could love anyone like I do them,They make my life so complete and full of joy,and at christmas they get alot of toys. Bedtime stories they love to hear,I hold those times close and very dear.To see them hurt and eyes full of tears makes me wrap my around them,and hold them near. Wipe the little noses dry and send them off to school.oopps wait you forgot your kiss goodbye.Off they go to learn new things a,b,c's 1,2,3s.Your mommys little girls,thats without a doubt,but to daddy your sam,guts and dork.Your my daughters,my angels that shine so bright, its late now,,so mommy will say goodnight.......
Push them all away Push them all away Thats right
Engorge yourself in the pain Let it become you Let it control you And just make sure Make sure You push them all away
Drown your sorrows In tears and alcohol Cry into the bottle rather than a shoulder Keep yourself at a distance And oh, make sure You push them all away
Have you ever tried To cut yourself out Of your own skin? I have. Feeling so ashamed even to be In the same body as me For pushing Pushing them all away
Do you still remember when you go to sleep? Do you still dream that same dream you dreamt every night? Does the song still make you cry? Do you even remember Why youre crying? And why youre pushing Pushing them all...
De volgende gedichten komen van een lotgenoot uit amerika die ik ontmoet heb via een lotgenoten groep voor borstkanker de groep heet Frends in Need en Donna bedankt dat ik ze op mijn blog mag plaatsen
We zitten hand in hand te kijken naar de vlammen in ,t haardvuur Ik wend m,n gezicht naar dat van jou De vlammen spelen een spel Je kijkt me aan en glimlacht Je houd m,n blik gevangen Ik voel me gelukkig en zie dat ook in jouw ogen.
We omhelzen en kussen elkaar Je nestelt je in m,n armen en slaakt een diepe zucht ,n Zucht van opluchting omdat we elkaar weer hebben ontmoet na lange tijd.
Het is alsof de tijd heeft stilgestaan We zijn weer net zo verliefd als toen Alleen wat ouder en wijzer Dat zal ons helpen om samen verder door het leven te gaan en gelukkig te zijn.
Gedachten zijn net vlinders ze komen en ze gaan maar niemand kan me dwingen om mijn gedachten af te staan Soms zijn ze vrolijk maar ook wel eens depressief Soms kunnen gedachten mij omringen maar ze komen ook wel eens als een dief om alles te verstoren dan wil ik er niet naar horen maar toch dwingen ze me dan omdat ik ze niet stoppen kan om te luisteren wat ze fluisteren Het drukt me dan teneer en dan denk ik bij mezelf Dat gebeurt niet weer! Maar telkens trap ik er weer in en krijgen mijn gedachten weer hun zin om mij het leven te vergallen En ik? Ik kan alleen mijn vuisten ballen.
Ik weet niet wie ik ben Ik weet niet wat ik doe terwijl ik door dit leven ren wie weet waar naar toe?
Ik weet ook niet wie jij bent ,t maakt niet veel uit wat je doet terwijl je mij toch steeds verwent ken ik jou niet goed
Want iedereen draagt een masker een masker voor het gelaat een ander voor te stellen denkt men, kan niet zo kwaad maar durf nu eens te tonen wat ik las in je gezicht toen je masker was weggevallen in dat bleke ochtendlicht.
