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Wednesday, August 31, 2011

9/11

Category: Poetry/Lyrics

I remember…

I remember…

I don’t need yellow flags and shoes on telephone wires

I don’t need commercials and fundraisers.

I remember America before that cool, clear, crisp morning,

Before the World became a suspect.

Sitting on the porch with my dying grandfather watching a city going to hell…

Gas prices and cigarette taxes and Saturday Night TV controlling the interests of the world.

I remember what happened that day and I wonder,

Was it the Machiavellian government that pulled the pin?

Or the Wall Street Bankers?

Racist bastards looking for an undertow inroad to power?

Was it an entertainment tax?

Did I do it with my ATM pin when I withdrew $20, unknowingly contributing a buck fifty to the minions of terror?

Or was it mistrust of everyone, by everyone, that caused 2976 to die so needlessly, so sadly.

If I believe the crap since then, am I flying a plane into a building and destroying innocence when I buy gas… a smoke… a drink?

Or is it all just a mask we were all born to wear because we crave power more than anything, so we accept bullshit because it makes us feel stronger, makes the mask easier to breathe through, makes the red rubber ball easier to choke on as we await inevitable fate?

I remember being a kid, thinking that watching the street go by, coloring crayon futures at my Grandpa’s feet was just the beginning of a free future, not the end.

I remember.

And sometimes, I wish I could just forget.

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  • This is very haunting. I particularly like the line “Before the World became a suspect” - strangely, this rings true even here in the UK.

    On a happier note, huge congrats to you and Star on the baby! Happy times!

    Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address)  on  09/01  at  05:34 AM
  • Thanks for the congrats! And yes, is a chilling subject.

    Posted by deminizer  on  09/02  at  10:09 PM
  • “watching the street go by, coloring crayon futures at my Grandpa‚Äôs feet was just the beginning of a free future, not the end.”

    Makes me remember being little and feeling secure and optimistic, as well-cared-for children do. 

    There was WW I And WW II and grandfathers were sitting there after that, so let’s not let anything get us down! 

    Posted by julianyway  on  11/14  at  02:23 PM
  • It is sad to think that this piece rings true to most anyone regardless of their nationality. Hopefully grand-fathers will continue to sit on porches while they watch the new generation have a few precious years to believe in peace and security.

    And hopefully the children of tomorrow can learn to grow without hiding behind a mask.

    Posted by StarLizard  on  11/22  at  02:04 AM
  • This really does elucidate ‘The Big Picture’. Just how guilty are we as individuals, communities, countries, regimes and The World, for the utter mess we are ALL in? Power, Wealth (whatever you view that as), Greed! Capitalism; survives only upon growth. For growth to occur for some, means impoverishment for another. How far can that rubber band stretch. This is not an attack on Capitalism; merely an observation. I am a grandfather - not yet thankfully, confined to the porch - but for my children, grandchildren and future great grandchildren - if that ever happens - I grieve already. Leopards and spots…

    Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address)  on  04/10  at  10:44 PM
  • Tigers and stripes. If we aren’t yet ready for bed, perhaps by thinking and writing, we can open some minds and do some good.

    Posted by deminizer  on  04/10  at  11:33 PM
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