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A poet, artist, sculptor, actor, singer, songwriter, teacher, and writer...old enough to remember brief periods of peace in
this land, and others.
I have been fighting for peace for many years, including four served in the cause, U.S.Marines. I spend an inordinate
amount of time sending out poetry to newspapers who print me, and extend the laurel of peace to all, through the encouragement
of change in our current world orders.
Peace is an illusive love, we chase it all our lives hoping to net it like a butterfly, when we really only need to let
it spread its wings and soar so that the shadows of its wings touch our lives, but we must see the beauty, and fly with the
grace that peace holds in our own lives, so that requires us to educate the blind and the apathetic.
Paradise truly is a small world after all.
Dedicated to the almost three thousand souls who were swept away on September 11th, 2001.....
We took your place
in every line
today at Disneyland
all summer more good folks
will come and
in your absence stand
as thousands
claim where you would be
most will not understand
thier place in line
was... "yours" if only
life had gone as planned
see that woman she's
so much like you
holding tight to her child's hand
smiling down at
her young daughter
giggling at this wonderland
there a father holds his baby...
Mickey Mouse ears on his head
as Donald Duck gives Daddy hugs
and shakes the babies hand instead
here sit whole...
and complete families
of all nationalities
blended now into one color
full of rationalities
within this castles walls of peace
all amidst this flow of races
swirls the reds, and whites, and blues
as Americans don thier colors
in a patriotic hue
Children dance and leap
through fountains
much to thier parents delight
Indians and Pakistani's,
Egyptians and some Israelites
Here's a kid down from Ohio,
with a young Afghanistan
chasing zeti from the Congo
laughing....splashing...holding hands
there's a Vietnamese toddler
playing with a veteran's kid
niether one of them have knowledge
of what the 1960's did
German...french...
Russian and English
cavort with Irish at their side
Asian...Middle Eastern...Blackfoot
in a land where hate's denied
they are here
to take your places
most not knowing what they've done
by the simple act of being here
showing all the world as one
yet some of them
wipe tears like me
and wish you could have come
to enjoy the endless daily fun
till the lovely setting suns
you left almost
three thousand spaces
that each day they'll stand upon
cause you won't be there to take them
from the heavens where you've gone
but your absence here it haunts us
and we realize with that thought
we might have bought your ticket at
this distraction we have sought
a glitterland of joy and gloss
cause we can't bring back what's lost
yet so many here remember
Freedoms price and what it cost
so we take your places in these lines
just as you all might have done
back when your families
were still complete
before the acts of nine-one-one
the world goes on as usual
but your places will remain
here in paradise and everywhere
to mark the awful pain
of the day life went insane.
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