| More Poetry...... |
| AMERICA UNDER ATTACK 2001 Regan Gawan JUST ANOTHER DAY LIKE ANY OTHER DAY ON MY WAY TO WORK LISTENING TO MY FAVORITE FUNNY MORNING RADIO SHOW THINGS FEEL DIFFERENT TODAY SOMEHOW TRAFFIC UNUSUALLY SPARSE AND SLOW EXPRESSIONLESS FACES AND BLANK STARES FILL THE CARS AROUND ME I SHRUG IT OFF THE DJ IS SAYING SOMETHING ABOUT A PLANE CRASH IN NEW YORK I TURN IT UP AND WAIT FOR THE PUNCH LINE BUT IT DOESN�T COME; THERE ISN�T ONE AMERICA IS UNDER ATTACK AT THE OFFICE EVEYONE IN SHOCK AND DISBELIEF WE TUNE IN OUR RADIOS FOR NEWS AND SURF THE WEB FOR IMAGES |
| I SEE THE WTC IN SMOKE AND FLAMES AND WATCH IN HORROR AS PEOPLE JUMP FROM WINDOWS 90 FLOORS UP SOME OF THEM HOLDING HANDS MY TEARS FLOW FREELY AS I BITE MY KNUCKLES AND TRY TO IMAGINE WHAT TERROR THEY MUST BE FACING THAT WOULD MAKE LEAPING TO THEIR DEATHS SEEM A BETTER OPTION UNBELIEVABLY, ANOTHER PLANE STRIKES THE TOWERS THEN THE BUILDINGS COLLAPSE IN AN EXPLOSION OF STEEL AND SMOKE AND GLASS AND HUNDREDS MORE ARE KILLED WHILE PANICKED SURVIORS RUN DAZED THROUGH THE STREETS IN THE HEART OF THE BIG APPLE |
| DAYS LATER IMAGES PLAY AND REPLAY OVER AND OVER EXPLANATIONS ARE MADE FINGERS OF BLAME ARE POINTED ANGER AND RAGE SIMMER AND BOIL IN MY HEAVY HEART I TRY TO TEMPER MY DESIRE FOR RETRIBUTION AND REVENGE WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT HATRED CAN�T BE STOPPED WITH MORE HATRED BUT I FEAR THAT THE ANGER AND RAGE ARE WINNING |
| Lost Soul Regan Gawan In a forgotten alley In an unfamiliar town Boarded broken windows Dirty steps descending to darkness Amidst overflowing dumpsters Discarded garbage, blowing bits of paper And small scurrying sounds I sit alone with my head in my hands Eyes dull, face blank and future bleak Beneath a notice on the wall That reads: Warning! Condemned! Chain smoking cigarettes With a shaking hand Smoke spiraling upward Caressing and circling my head I just need one more fix To blot out the memories And the broken dreams A little longer To chase the feelings And the thoughts away Once more Because I know If the pain catches me It will overwhelm me And consume me And I�ll cease to exist Then I�ll have no chance at all |
| Every Day I Promise To� Regan Gawan Smile at a stranger Remember my grandfather Give some thought to the suffering Go to Mexico in my mind Practice prayer & meditation Eat healthy Stop living in the past Be grateful for something Go to a meeting Listen to a child Believe I am successful Realize that life will only get better Cook with Garlic Talk to a friend Laugh Out Loud And make some strokes on a white piece of paper |
| Sometimes�� By Tripper Jay Gawan Sometimes I would sit and be Anxious for something different Sometimes I would be content Sometimes was always there Sometimes it never came Sometimes I look back and am Thankful for the simple view Sometimes life gets too overwhelming To understand or handle Sometimes people take the easy way out. Sometimes I would wonder who I was and Sometimes I would dream of who I would be and Always I am glad I am me Sometimes do you feel the same? Sometimes the simple view is the most serene and Sometimes you miss what could have been I didn�t this time Sometimes. |