9/11
By Daniel Lantigua

Up above watched, by the five thousand plus souls,
Came a voice that punctured in them some holes.
A tall man in a straw hat stood and said, "don't be sad, look at your
country don't you see, you died for freedom just like me."
Then before them all, appeared a scene of rubbled streets and twisted
beams.
Death, destruction, smoke and dust
And people working just cause they must.
Hauling ash, and lifting stones,
Knee deep in hell,
But not alone.

Beams bent and melted like your knees do when you knelt.
How could it be, my friend beside me in anguish is what she felt.
All the heat that is seen from the fire, pushing humans to melt.
All caused by the thunderous and horrific attacks that was dealt.

One man puts in perspective just like he did back when he uttered, "I
have a dream.." This is what I've seen,
Look closer newcomers, yes there is suffering, there is pain, and there
are tears,
But what I don't see is fear".

All of those people, even the ones that have never met you,
All of their lives, they will never forget you.
Don't you see what you have done?
You have brought them together, together as one.

A man bearded and in a stove pipe hat told them to "take my hand" for I
will lead you to heaven,
Your young ones like Michael, Louis, Dimitri and Devin
Shall remember you on this date of September 11.

Detachment!

Why do we find ourselves lost and in question,
We seem to walk around the world like a bunch of hollow minded pedestrians.
So enamored with the constant distraction, that keeps our minds from seeking positive action.
Don't dwell on the failure of your plan, for it will only garner constant un satisfaction.
We are so consumed with the lives of each other,
that we forget what it means to live in this uncontrolled world of a clutter.
Be polite, "PLEASE, pass the butter",
Pass on the lessons of life don't be a gunner and take every shot,
Don't you see we need to help, we live in a melting ***.
Why does it matter? You ask? Because we all struggle at a certain task.
Extend that hand to your brother or sister, give thanks to that role model that you still call "mister".
Detached to humanity is what it feels like,
Grab someone and pull them and ask them, "would you come with me and fly this kite?"

Cracks on the Armor of Hell

Yes it gets tight and suffocating to say the least,
That your shortness of breath is a sign that your closer to death,
But does that constitute justice for what you have done?
That while you were in your head,
From the outside,
All it looks like is that you are never going to face the dead.
Happiness is a funny thing that it looks like all I’m doing is having that gratifying fun,
You know the feeling!
Like when you bite into that honey bun.

The world brings you back in time to your youthful years of ****** this, and ****** that and don’t eat that because you are too fat,
Yes that is true, yes it isn’t false, it was said to me and all I can ever think about inside,
Is to just let me be,
So I formed this armor, and I drilled the holes so that they could all be blocked from what I see.

Believe it or not the world does the darkest things, but nothing was darker than within my armor,
No one could tell, because I felt like I could only fatally falter,
My spirit was trapped unbeknownst to me,
Where am I?i feel at a way of being lost that sometimes words can’t even explain emotions.  hell?
Have I done 10 years of life in jail?
Yes, you have, the world brought you thoughts that sent you to be confined by your lonesome.  
Within that armor, I created the greatest poem as I sipped in one sitting on that glorious jeroboam.