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I saw the luminous light....a current of fog entered the area...
glow from outside my bedroom window- manifesting itself
It perforated through the wintertime drapes, forming its own distinction
as if they were sentimental sheers....

Time has been rubbed clean, effaced from... me, my own being, meditative of...
my mind.... all my fears zapped...into the slenderness of the atmosphere
when, I saw the divine rainfall of light- rising from the sapphire waters
I, the image in the dream worn

Sliding down the window pane....trickling like walkaway streams
like liquified tears, or a river line- under fire by my own mind
all of me became immersed in the sea...ravishing the tide of time
perspiration in the form of ink.. wet, opaque substances combined
like a leaking spigot to the floor....

I could not take my eyes off this... thing, that has exhausted my dream
wonder, the beautiful phantom- flapping within its sub-figure
lingering outside, I was mesmerized... from beneath the strong wind
numb to the walls around me

I witnessed love in all descriptors... each one extraordinary of its own beginning
its eminence matured, and in that- a second, ticked before the hour
instance, before me and all known... creation, I saw celestial body somersault
acquaintances, I found my soul...

Dance, and swaying...to the rhythm of exquisite rose petals
lifting to the sky- as if no one was looking, but I
above, high, and higher... beyond eye sight, or palms opened
higher, I drifted...Till not a being could be re-birthed, formed
weighty to the breeze--- that holds its utterance, its voice
infinite by its love

An admiration I could not see-- in the lining of my soul
that had been kept in the darkness... drizzling through the veins
now... drifting with me, higher, and higher--- into the chromatic sky
until we could no longer drift...


(c) Karen D.
2011

People Say

People everywhere say,

We want ‘Change’

The ‘Change’ most of us need

Comes when most afraid.

People everywhere say,

“Have no fear”

Trembling ~

Through days and living years.

People everywhere say,

If not now ;then when?

What can I do;I am but one?

One ,plus one, is part of the greater Sum

People everywhere say,

“They are to blame,”

“(We)’need to correct (them)”

It begins with ‘we the people’ individually.

People everywhere say,

“We want to see a brand new day”,

People everywhere greet the Morning light,

With new breath and energy

People everywhere say,

“Give us better choices”,

“Give us equality,”

With free will and ability to move and speak!

People everywhere say,

“We need to make it right for all.”

I say~ to hear humanities call,

I begin my day and end each on my knees,

Praying the courage and strength

To do my part using my unique abilities,

Gifts given you and me,

From our Creator~ To create new,

People everywhere say,

This begins with Me and You!

The Greyest of Days

Brought Unity

Found

In Tragedy,

Always in Atrocities,

Sympathy and Solidarity,

~ONE~

DISTORTED DECISION

Brought Twisted Metal

Horrific Collision

One Moment

Stuck~

  In oneway  thinking,

Black and White,

Stuck~

Focused
On targets

No turning back,

No time to reprieve,

No shades of grey,

We watched through.

The Longest Night.

The Result of

Three then

....four Flights

Hearts and Minds

Lacking moral reasoning,

  Traveled the road  to deception,

Carefully mapped  in the Skies,

Years previously.

Against

The bluest Sky's I ever have seen,

Billowy Clouds

Beckoning~

Sunshine beams glimmering,

On the Horizon~

A plane flying

Too Low,

Too Fast....

CRASH!

One  Moment ~

Minus comprehension

Brought Terror

Muted Sound ,

Midnight Black ,

Clearing ~

To Avalanches  of Grey,

On the Most Beautiful Day

The world stopped

Burnt

Choking on a Collective Breath,

Swallowing~

Massive Death

New York, Pennsylvania, Washington D.C.

Souls Resting

On Dusted Hollow Ground

ONE LOVE~

Blanketed

~Still~

As we Continue,

To Remember~

As we Continue,

To Comfort~

Sending Love ,

A Prayer to Live

In  Peace and Harmony

ONE Promise

 To never forget.

©Sept 11-2011, MtMjA, Mosaic Poetry"A"

Incredibility Hosted by Tarringo T. Vaughn
Topic/Theme: On The Radio

We Got Him

On Sunday, the first of May of two thousand eleven
an announcement came on the radio that stunned me.
In the country of Abbottabad, Pakistan a raid occured
and within that raid the notorious Osama Bin Laden was killed.

Smiling jubilantly from ear to ear, I turned the radio up
learning that the mastermind behind the 9/11 attacks was brought to justice.
After listening to the radio, I turned on the television set
witnessing all around the United States of America, my fellow man celebrating.

For nearly two decades, Bin Laden created a reign of terror over the world
especially causing vast tragedies across America on the date of September 11, 2001.
Watching families celebrate in unity made my heart beam bright with elation
yet, at the same time my soul cried out for those who lost loved ones on that tragic day.

On this day, I feel as if a cosmic sized heavy burden have been lifted of the shoulders of America
though I believe with the death of Osama Bin Laden will come retaliation from his loyal followers.
However, with the bringing of justice to this sinfully intelligent mastermind, we are stronger than ever
proving that you may attack us from behind, but you can never damage the fabric of Americana.

The day of September 11, 2001 shall forever be engrained the annals of American History as a dark day
yet, the day of May 1, 2011 will forever be engrained as the day justice was honestly served.
As a nation, may we remember the losses we have suffered on 9/11, and pray for time to heal the wounds
and may we never forget that our sworn enemy have finally been compromised by chanting "We Got Him!"

Written by: Jason L. Anderson

Chapter I
Preview
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Theatre
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I dare say, this life we live, is an illusion
for I, a woman of distiction, sees no continueation
the body structure is flemsy, to the daunty skeleton
its' the energy that lives forth, pays tribute to self

:
How dareth' you utter words of no likeness
:

Your dribblings as a mortal ever exhaust me
For there is no vision, that flows above
Blasphemy, has tailored the land, the scape
around treason, and the dicker to wage

:
What is your business here woman
:

Time will reveal my sole purpose
Until, then you needent' worry your foolish breadth
My departure will be swift, when I leave
this utterly, disasterous place, you call home




...
2011