911 Reaction

After the towers fell this is how I felt.

We fell

We jumped my lily and me

We fell from the concrete tree

It was dieing, badly stung by that silver bee

We floated and flew

Ever closer the asphalt grew

And then it was so dark

Cold Flames with no spark

Couldn’t feel a thing

But then  the white tunnels bring

A comforting light

There was no need for a fight

It was the best day to know

That he will always do right

It will be a short night

And man won’t ever, ever lose the fight

Down on the earth was hell

Those big trees shook and then fell

We welcomed thousands more souls as well

19 went to hell

It was the best day to know

Some things you cant sell

We all wanted to tell

It will be a short nite

And man will never ever lose the fight

We are watching from above

Sending down creamy clouds of love

To those that survived, the ones who have not yet died

Pick up and strive, to keep hope alive

It’s a good day to know

Terror is only on the inside

Take your life with pride

It will be a short nite

And man will never lose the fight

A hundred years from now

There will be terror as well

It will never go away

Bad things they like to stay

To interfere with his ways

It will be good to know

His children can play

Until the last day

It will be a short nite

And man will win the fight

They flew

They flew the plane without regard

It hit us very hard

And time will not forget

What damage they had meant

How there was a failure

Proved freedom is no dream

We can not fear the stranger

Killing what it seems

The things we took for granted

Before the towers fell.

Now were bombing evil flintstones

Hiding in the snow

They go about barefoot

And fighting’s all they know

They got 20 years of training

Not burdened by explaining

And now there really ready

Ready for the show

English, Russkies, Yankies,

It is a path they well know

The world will fracture somewhat

As enemy’s are friends

And the friends we thought we trusted

On them we cant depend

All we want is victory, but we cant find it again

So all we can do is be civil and try to

Live and breathe

Without a chronic terrorist disease

They flew the plane without regard

It hit us very hard

And time will not forget

What damage they had meant

Killing for Allah

Allah, Allah gives me Allah

One two Allah, die for Allah

Gimme a death that stinks for Allah

Ya its alright, its alright, forget about peace

Forget about Islam, kill the devil, but you know you is one.

Its alright alright alright, Kill Kill Kill tonite.

Widows and Orphans all for Allah

Live in town and then kill for Allah

It’s right its alright

Taliban ,Taliban they know their Allah

He’s right always right, its right for Allah , hoe hoe

Take a young man, Allah Allah

Cardboard cutter in Hand ,Allah Allah

Cut her neck Allah Allah

Its alright alright  Alright

 Blood and Guts

We make parts for Allah

Yeah, you can to, you can to

Look man deaths around

Aint nothing we cant do , cant do

Its right its alright Yeah

Live in a cave, pretend your brave

Its right  its alright

Shame Shame you bring to Islams name

Its alright Its alright

Your just more nuts, insane insane

Abusing someones sacred name

Its right its so right

Take some time find Allah Allah

Hes right so right, so right

Allah Alah

Wont fight Wont fight

Its peace you idots

That’s right that’s right

Big Mac, Bud lite maybe Marlboros

They mean fight it’s a fight

Part of culture, its not right its not right

Solution is easy, no more sleazy

Were tight so tight

So come on Allah, Come on Alright

Do right do right, do right

Smite the vermin, now were learnin

Life its alright, its alright.

Rockford Files

Rockford files on the pavement

A part of the world wide dragnet

Were going to hunt old evil down

Not going to leave one town

With terror inside, when the bad guys all died

We were justice and pride

Now all the cynics say

Its just another day

Of  scheming and pride

Of secrets to hide

To go on with our ways

And always make sure

The other guy pays

Could be the last chance

For us to go on

With only a song

To fill up our heart

Lets make a new start

And try and do right

Not just take our might

And drop it from high

Exploding with light

Darkness made bright

A force you cant fight

An end of the nite

Into the sun we will run

Down the beach chasing fun

There will be a last time

A bloody last time

Till the world is one

Cause were mostly the same

Differences don’t maim

Don’t bring death from above

It may sound funny

But all we need it love

Or a little respect

Some new etiquette

To realize a dream

Take the man from the machine

Watch the world made clean

Draw a new scene, with poor people in love

Without help from above

The Fountian

It was a fountain of growth upon a new land

A place with an address but could be bypassed or speared.

Take down the wounded warrior under his owner’s crass command

Its just a buttery summary of Orwell’s last stand.

Sparks fly from the effort put forth

Defeat the enemy or wear séances so fort.

Just Just take and take apple away, do it 10 billion times every day

Who in the future will say, selling vitamins is a copyright play.

Go go down to the midnight beach, feel the street like a dog in heat.

We howled at the last night of love, it waits for a fight.

Been suspecting ever perfection overriding errorless love.

Take down all the vooms its notions that I cant approve.

Give a man some blow to his head, not enough to kill him, he already dead.

Through his eyes comes the pain of admission, life gives no second audition.

So messed up with random thinking, not aware of any signal blinking

He runs to the plane and falls into a game, but he knows unforced trouble is never the same.

The only thing to count on is blame, when you reach for the stars but end up in bad bars,

There are plenty around to complain, or worse they will carp and stink like fish in the dark after the waters long gone away.

The smell is like a violin, with all the bows playing on one string, and it cuts like a fart through a sacred art and nothing gets drawn until the money starts.

Money flows like water uphill not towards squatters, it floats at the top and they cant seem to drop, or even bend to the pain, of knowing it just aint the same.

Twenty years gone, they paved over the pond, and the burger stand closed, so the clown he could pose and the children get covered with need, if your hungry it his burger for feed.