Serial Experiments Wil...some old some new

 2011

 2001

 2011

 2001

Goodnight Irene (in haiku series / written August 28th)

Irene brings autumn early

early morning Montréal

wind whipped whirling leaves

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today (a dedication)

 today i'm all new yorker

 i'm all district capital

 i'm all equal now

 i'm all afghani

 i'm all of those iraqis

 i'm connected somehow

i'm all the rebels, i'm all the soldiers

i'm navy and marines

i'm all sold out, i'm all involved

i'm al qaeda and the taliban
i'm the women and the children
i'm the dust at ground zero
i'm the highjackers and i'm the passengers
i'm the cowards and the heros

i'm flight 93, i'm 175

i'm 11 and 77

i'm spirits in the sky

i'm allah and i'm god

i'm hell and i'm heaven

i'm the boys in blue first responding

i'm side by side with new yorks bravest

i'm the west side of the pentagon

i'm a field in pennsylvania

i'm truth and i'm conspiracies

i'm sad and somehow more at ease

i'm aware of the fragility of humanities capacities

i'm 10 years older, i'm 20 years younger

i'm wiser then i'm supposed to

i'm everyones questions, i'm everyones thoughts

i'm everyones hates and dreams

i'm sorry for us, i'm sorry for them

i'm forgiving and i'm judgemental

i'm crying today for cryings okay

i'm man enough to think so
i'm standing here, i'm just like you
i'm breathing and i feel
i know one day we'll all accept
we are peace, it can be real

i'm dedicating this poem to the innocent, brave and courageous people who gave, sacrificed and put their lives and dreams on hold and on the line to help and preserve precious lives affected by the most tragic event i have ever seen unfold before my eyes. also to the innocent people all over the world that have been affected by the rippling effect of 9/11, the wars, racism and hate crimes. i hold my heart out to you.

may the hand of god be with us all

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