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Category Archives: 9/11
Connected
I wish I saw the Wallflowers at the Hartford Meadows on the twelfth of September eighteen years ago. I used to love The Wallflowers and my mom bought tickets for my 17th birthday and I waited all summer long and … Continue reading
Posted in 9/11, Afghanistan, america, Iraq, life, occupation, oil, peace, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, refugees, religion, revenge, taxes, terrorism, Uncategorized, veterans, war, war tax resistance, white privilege, white supremacy, writing, yellow ribbons
Tagged 9/ll, Afghanistan, apathy, connection, death, hatred, human rights, humanity, ignorance, iraq, life, New York, Peace, poem, Poetry, religion, revenge, so it goes, time, war
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Skipping Stones
I last time I had skipped a stone across the water I was seventeen it was the waning weeks before my senior year of high school on a hot summer evening after a hard days work on the farm still … Continue reading
Seventeen
I was seventeen, once and now, this year we will mark seventeen years since we all succumbed to fear letting our imaginations be manipulated and we began to think we were hated by peasants we’d never met in places we’d … Continue reading
Posted in 9/11, Afghanistan, america, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance
Tagged 2001, 9/11, Afghanistan, America, fear, poem, poetry, time, war, war tax resistance
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September Tears
Forget about Afghanistan just keep your heads in the sand, and pay no mind to Iraq and only care about white, not black and only care about white, not brown look away as cops shoot ’em all down and as … Continue reading
Posted in 9/11, Afghanistan, america, american dream, Black Lives Matter, collateral damage, Iraq, Kaepernick, poem, Poetry, poverty, taxes, Uncategorized, violence, war
Tagged 9/11, Afghanistan, american dream, Black Lives Matter, iraq, poem, poetry, poverty, violence, war
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American Folklore
comfortable in our living rooms, on our sofas with our coffee tables in our houses and our condos and our apartments and our dorm rooms with our beer bottles and our wine glasses and our pain pills and our anti-anxiety … Continue reading
Posted in 9/11, Afghanistan, america, american dream, collateral damage, Iraq, poem, Poetry, slavery, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance
Tagged 9/11, Afghanistan, America, american dream, iraq, poem, poetry, racism, revenge, slavery, Syria, war, Yemen
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Progress
We continue to fly around in circles and are amazed when we wind up right back where we began. We have stayed this course for sixteen years. Circling around and around and around live vultures. … Continue reading
Posted in 9/11, Afghanistan, capitalism, collateral damage, ignorance, Iraq, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, war
Tagged 9/11, Afghanistan, iraq, poem, poetry, war
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Gone
Youth gone friends gone family gone sanity gone religion gone hope gone dreams gone patience gone fear gone anger gone hatred gone towers gone smoke gone 16 years gone. It seems as though the only thing left is war.
Or Love
in the aftermath of a bloodbath there are two paths we can take more violence for its own sake or love
Posted in 9/11, Afghanistan, america, blood, collateral damage, death, fear, hate, healing, hope, humanity, imagine, Iraq, life, love, peace, poem, Poetry, propaganda, terrorism, Uncategorized, violence, war, writing
Tagged fear, hate, life, love, Peace, poem, poetry, truth, war, writing
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fading
written 03 March 2017 Dreams are fading like the smoke from this incense lingering just out of sight they’re still there when you turn out the light but the smell fades and its hard to remember like senior year second … Continue reading
Posted in 9/11, america, american dream, dreams, fear, government, poem, Poetry, propaganda, Uncategorized
Tagged 9/11, fear, incense, poem, poetry, September
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