number 72A pain in the butt,Ass-kicking headache.Just want to wake.Trapped in a dream … or nightmare?!"Take me away," comes the cry,"Into the velvet night sky".Sun risesBreaks dreams.Into pieces, ripped at the seams.Clothing torn by rose bush thorns.Frayed and tattered.Ashes? Broken bones burnt.Time comes, pain stops.Roses die with their weapons.
'Poem in Memoriam'The City moaned in greyAnd the sky there after cried.On that darkening September dayFor the one who died.Heavy tears rainedMany questions posed,A community united, in solemn painYet few answers, little recourse.Breath, forever bated, by bullet!All were left to moan, still shocked to the coreNow resting under the shroud of the ground,One, who shall see tomorrow no more.Pink flowers turned to brown.There a life was lostAnd what here remains? Injured Innocence.Though despite this tragic cost,We shall always respect with remembrance. © 2006Inspired by the tragic events of September 13th 2006, at Dawson College.
Life - Living Lie Life – Living lie And all the things said Saving face with grace pretend. Life – Living lie If only all knew Such denied, such implied – true. Life – Living lie Unspoken actions give (No) new meaning – Let Living lie, Live.