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The Moody:   Moody The pirate, has a talent in writing poetry and humorous stories, he was an active actor in all of his school plays with leading rolls.  rottenly  people called him Italian, he is studying law in Florida at the moment.  his poetry is very real and deep hopefully he can go back to his writing.

 

POETRY BY THE MOODY

 A TRIBUTE TO 911 VICTIMS        /     MOTHER I AM GROWN UP     

 

A TRIBUTE TO 911 VICTIMS

Those people in the sky

going back home to families,  smiling faces

 vacations - unknown places

people in building working hard as they could

passing fast as could, dreaming of a dream

as they should

of shining future, kissing a lover, hugging a child

buying a car, owning a home, paying the bills,

people drinking coffee, soda and water

waiting for lunch, like any normal day

what did they saw when plan aimed toward them

the death with wings, coming toward them

the horror and the terror

when they saw - the face of death

what they went through, what did they feel

their unborn children, fiancé wives, parents,

a chance to say good bye!

with proper set situations

what did they thought when plan were about to hit

no one could stop when plans were about to hit

the pained and tortured souls -  stuck in tall skies

 on the crashing buildings and on the  burning plans

can someone  imagine their pain and the agony!

can some one see what those souls saw?

the hideous nightmare, the  moments before death

extremes of stress, disastrous fire trauma

I wish if I was God I could turn back the time

I wish I was superman, I save all and each one

I cry dry tears I stare on those images

I feel the pain and torture which they felt

I feel the tears flowing which

many of them cried

I will  carry the pain in my soul

forever!

I will remember them in my heart and mind

till the end of eternity

 

 

by The Moody,

September 2001

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Mother I AM GROWN UP NOW!

DEAR MOTHER I AM GROWN NOW

AGAINST YOUR WISHES AND ALL PLEADS

 

SHOULD  I APOLOGIZE

FOR NOT BEING A CHILD TO THEE?

 

STOP TREATING ME LIKE A KID

I AM NOT A FIVE YEAR OLD NO MORE

 

SO WRONG TYING MY SHOE LACES

WITHOUT THE HELP FROM YOU

WORKING, DRIVING AND INDEPENDENCE

WITHOUT BEING BURDEN ON YOU

 

I STILL LOVE AND NEED YOU THOUGH

IN JUST A DIFFERENT WAY

 

 

THE MOODY

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