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On The First Anniversary My Heart Finally Broke (a repost)
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On The First Anniversary My Heart Finally Broke (a repost) |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows 
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. I still can hear the pipes sing amazing grace I hear them in my dreams I hear the screams every day, the months of cadenced march out of the open pit mine of the souls, all day long and through the night in and out of mind until my heart ran out of song. Today the bells ring, performers sing and everybody's priests ask gods for treats. Each name a moment held in all solemnity on edge to slip into eternity; the pomp and circumstance, the ceremony's tears and choking fears that this will mean an end to the beginning of the years we mark remembering the dead, the living dead whose names all run together labels on one giant blended bleeding soul. If one more plastic politician says, ‘Let's roll,' I think I will be sick. The dead can sleep, where is the peace of heart and soul that could bring quiet to the living? We mourned a year. We've buried buttons and a watch, a rock, handfuls of dirt and ash, a shoe or two, some bone fragments, photographs in empty caskets, memories in sleepless nights full of empty arms and empty beds tears in empty hearts. It's time to leave the past. For some it's time to stalk revenge cold and crafted with precision. So, the killings never end. There is no grief beyond the love of that which death can steal. There is no deal to make, no memorial to shake the horror of the memories, the smell the taste of human ashes mixed with fuel melted steel vaporized concrete the grit that clogged our eyes, a blessing in disguise; the shame of hoping winds would change, the dream's there every day, turn back and turn away run, no where to go, who died when there is nothing left to hold but memories of clouds thick choking horror floating in the air so full that vision's lost, sounds of bodies hitting ground just beyond the reach of sight within the sound, the claws of fright, no where to hide. No where to hide. ©2003, 2005, 2006 by icebox (written September 11, 2002) . |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
This, I remember from last year or was it the year before? and it brought tears to my heart then and does again with this reading. I was near Lincoln Center a few months after but I could still smell it, feel it, just as you described so well: "the smell the taste of human ashes mixed with fuel melted steel vaporized concrete" This was it, exactly...and "ghosts." *hugs you*.....jo |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Beware the wrath of a quiet man, they say....and I would add, beware his wrath indeed, if it takes a year, let alone longer, to come full circle. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
no memorial to shake the horror of the memories, Amen. My heart broke again last night, listening to the children whose memories of their lost parents are fading... one more unfairness from a day that produced razor sharp memories that will last a lifetime. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
"There is no grief beyond the love of that which death can steal." |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
An amazing write, dear icebox, but the reality of it so very sad and even sadder when one considers that the killing fields will probably stretch into the forthcoming years. We can only hope not "beyond". Take care! Helen |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing...James |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
wow... this is my first read of your beautiful work here... simply stunning write.. thank you so much for reposting so that I could have the opportunity to read it... RDB x |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"There is no grief beyond the love of that which death can steal." no words |
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