Ashes on the ground
what was lost would never be found.
Thick, dark smoke
swam in and out of our guts,
the searing pain at the sight of it ingrained in our hearts.
The buildings were razed to the ground.

Early hours of yester years
christmas period, he recalled
at the stroke of mid-night exactly
the disturbing sounds came.
Voices and chatter was at its loudest,
sirens blared
he curiously stepped out of his apartment.
His sight was greeted with smoke,
his nose awoke fully the rest of his half-asleep senses.
Fire, he saw.
Walking people on fire
He froze,
stood still and stared
unable to run forward and help.

His ears vibrated at the sounds of the approaching foot-steps.
He could see people pouring buckets after another
on people and the buildings.
Soon, the police
and the fire men came.

The fires vexed.
The screams we heard from those inside the buildings ceased, those who worked late into the night.
Hose after hose
Ladder after ladder
till the second hour
when it flamed out.
It grew higher and higher,
darker and thicker
till the third hour
when the white smoke prevailed.

Yellow stripes made by the police contained the curious crowd.
Ambulances struggled to revive the fainting people.
Some where in the crowd the man stood.
He kept his head down
a tear trickled down his face.
He had seen fires kissing flesh
and properties transforming to ash.
He witnessed live death
and fires blazing bright.
He saw what he saw.
The National Business Center would be greatly missed.

When the sky's grey I look up and pray
That it isn't actually filled with smoke.
Without the sun the clouds have nowhere to run
And I wonder if they realize in the heat they'll choke.

The wind will blow but only those who can feel will know
Of its attempt to skitter away what was never meant to be.
The invisible malicious flurry is constantly in a hurry
To knock over your ego and aid in escape what wants to flee.

I am a human but don't go assuming
That just because I wasnt born with wings that I can't fly.
We are all staring and we are all comparing
But nothing can hold us down if we reach for the sky.

“So this is the end of you and me
We had a good run and I'm setting you free
To do as you want, to do as you please
Without me”

I just look up the sky and stare at the fireworks with such passion.
They fascinate me.
Sometimes it feels like they’re just like us.
It feels in one moment that they’re eternal just like us.
We’re somehow, somewhere, eternal.
Just right then in the middle of it, it feels eternal,
then everything all the little sparks that we felt
all the sparks that we were
fade into the darkness
and we realise that just as those fireworks
we die,
we fade into the dark,
we’re remembered for some time and then we’re forgotten.
But some of us are an eternal spark,
eternal firework
just like the first firework in history
or the biggest fireworks ever made,
we’re eternal,
we’re remembered,
we’re important,
never forgotten.
We’re just like those fireworks,
sparks that die.

August the 16th 2013

sometimes people are like sunshine
and sometimes people are like rain clouds
but that's ok because both are important
to make the flowers grow