I shall wear black attire
to mourn the death of
another piece of my heart
that you proudly killed
before my very eyes

Scatter the ashes that have become steady flesh
Before someone collects them to bury the remains in a false cemetery
Scatter them quickly into the flowing rivers and high up in the skies
I am parallel to their world; I am the closest to death

Ligaments and veins that was once compelling
Supreme yet a puppet to garrulous demons
An artistic treasure box of limited oxygen
Fell victim to powerless witnesses that chose to keep their silence

When our bodies collapse and our hearts expire
Revive my breath with visitations and flowers
Although I am now a river and a turbid sky
I am parallel to your world yet I am right here by your side

n.j.

I will mourn the person I
was when I loved you
as I sip this cup of coffee
that I loved as I was buying it.

While you go on living your life as if nothing affected you, I'm affected the most.

While you pretend your feelings didn't hit you in the face, my face is numb from the hit.

While you narrow down your choices in who matters to you, I'm the one that didn't.

While you go out with your friends and laugh like nothing phases you, its hard over here for me to even crack a smile.

When you thought being distant would make things go away, I stayed close to try to walk beside you.

While you're out smoking and drinking and trying to push away thoughts, I'm sober with the reality of your absence.

While you're out telling yourself that its not that serious to you, my stern look towards us is never hidden.

While you're out filming, taking pictures, or even listening to music; I'm out shooting, capturing, and listening to familiar pains.

While you're doing your thing like its easy, its hard out here for me.

While you're used to it being easy to let things go, I hold onto what I still can't get over.

My depth of emotions runs so deep that my tear ducts dont need a cue to fill up.

You can only be affected by those who have touched you in ways you never experienced.

That's why its so hard to be okay with it all.

It was a bright day full of gloom

As we gathered about your tomb
Buried deeply beneath the surface
Solemn mourning was our purpose
Dressed in black as should be

Dark smiles for the world to see
Somber souls we came to morn

For deathly dying we were born

Now body lying beneath the earth
Decaying corpse farthest from birth
Dancing the dirge of final death

We dance it until our last breath

It is a lake, no, pray, a balloon. Pinata can burst, and turn into something quite different. Mark these eyes, believe anything can happen. Hope behind such eyes, broken cages, broken hearts. We sit alone, bars freeze, please... help. No help for us. Lucky? Doubt it. Wish for just simple mental trust, unfortunate, cannot be that, that close.
Assistance needed.  
Going to go, going to stay. Were told to stay, but they never came. Still waiting, but lost hope, lost life. Shy, traumatized, just need soft stream of dew. Just want to be home, but cannot be, cannot stand living. Only belief is belief in a lake. Round, depth defying eyes stare at you to be gentle. And then the bubbles turn into broken, shivering, ***** of mortality.

What can be said about the most disastrous day in the life of every American. The day, we as proud American Citizens, woke up to the realization that the love that Radical Islamists have for us is no less than for the Israelis. The problem is no longer in the Middle East. Unfortunately, it was never ONLY in the Middle East. Evil exists in this world. Sometimes it hides behind a scarf. Sometimes it hides behind a religion. Sometimes it hides in the guise of friendship. Whatever and wherever it takes its form, it still has one purpose in mind, our subjugation, our submission, or necessarily (if need be) our annihilation--at their hands!

Trying to capture the moment of this most historical and tragic of days was no easy task. Focusing on the three actors/victims of this most heinous of crimes, while still keeping within the limitation of a Haiku's 5-7-5 format, required boiling down the truth of what happened on this day into its minutest of elements.

What I came up with was the following Haiku which I feel does justice to the realities which now exist in the world, post 9/11.

May All the Victims, NO Heroes of the day, which include all those that lost their life and/or limbs, be forever engraved on the heart's of their brothers.
May G-d Continue to protect and assist us in our (mankind's) continued battle of "Good" (the Good) versus (those Evil) "Evil". One day, very soon, they will all be unmasked and vanquished!

**four birds fly the sky
men so trained to **** and die
world reborn to mourn

You mourn the vibrant innocence of youth,
to temper the bitter wisdom life has wrought;

but I would have you as you are,
for these tired eyes see what a child could not:

though I can't erase your scars
I can kiss them til you can't see the difference.

A lost in time, forgotten track
colorless, washed out, hollowed rather
meaningless if you were to describe it
used to write all the time, used to dream
in the bus, in bed as well, it has all
said its bitter farewell, oh dearie!
oh my beloved!, spare me of this cruel
misery filled path, I now cross
some sort of emotionless symphony
worthless effort, faded paint
insignificant piece of poetry
a fallen ode to legacies, significance
and memories, all fantasies
dreams, hopes and tales of stargazers
daydreamers and hopeless romantics
have been lead astray, by this
oh this filthy tray of decandence
forsaking a mournful heart
an adulterated soul...