July 17, 2005

The Door

The door of life

 

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July 10, 2005

Poem: September 11, 2001

September 11, 2001,

a new way of living just begun.

Three jetplanes into busy buildings flew

with many scared souls and terrorist crews.

A fourth into American soil dived,

the courageous willing to die to save lives.

Then came Anthrax, a micro killer

sent unsuspectingly through the mail in letters.

'War!' we cried for, war we got,

to get revenge on an evil lot..

All I can do is choke and cry,

when my children ask 'Will I die?'

The peace we knew is now changed,

civilians, not soldiers, are killed or maimed.

Two armies, two religions, two sides,

hatred growing in leaps, bounds, and strides.

An end to this? Most see none,

until the earth is blow-ed to kingdom come.

 

List of victims names'.

 

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June 16, 2005

Broken Child

 

The following poem is dedicated to Destiny Zimmerman. Born March 17, 2005- Died June 7, 2005 at the murderous hands of Robby L Rutter, age 27

 

The face we show and the faces we see,  are not as solid as the dreams we dream.

They are but an illusion of images, a curtain with which to hide, a caring smile to wear while the damage is denied.

So it is not within the eyes to look, nor is it within a smile, to see the deeds behind his face, you look at the broken child.

He hid behind the gentle facade, and the loving mother he decieved. Now her precious Destiny is laid, beneath the flowers and the grass so green. 

To him destiny comes like a shadow slithering on the black moon. Both unseen and unheard, in the void it stirs, hungry for his soul in its tomb.

Scream and fight as hard as he might, no mercy he'll receive. For in the judges chamber and within the hearts of men, there's no forgiveness to be had, and neither is sympathy.

And within the jailer's chamber, there's little forgiveness to give. Like trying to catch fire, through a flour sive.

Destiny is gone, and the mother greives. Because she looked into his face, and not at his evil deeds.

 

 

Please, watch your children. The choice to pull the plug on your child's life support is more terrible than you could imagine. Even more so if the child isn't sick with some disease, but rather the victim of abuse. If you are being abused yourself, take your children and leave immediatly! A 'sorry' now will be meaningless when it is too late.

 

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