DAWN OF DEATH OVER NEW YORK september eleven two thousand and one at eight forty eight, a.m.--- A sunny morning, only yesterday an instant was of light of summer dawn and blue of hope upon the sky --- and then no more but doom and fury of hell upon the land.--- A cloud of death for us all to walk the path of no return.--- The empire is grieving, our souls in ashes drown, friends, brothers, souls unknown,--- their postume cry from far beyond a plight of rescue call us all to live again and roar with fury unleashed for only God can help us in our pain from the horror of today.

Song of Love in the midst of War. -- October 10, 2001

A song to You, my nest to roost in ways I cannot reckon. A song to let the pen dispense sweet strokes and lines and rhythms for you to feel like incense caressing the corners of your land.--- To let it be a journey of life through the fertile valley of your skin divine.--- To let it devour the geography of your thoughts of mine akin.--- A poem to be for all a sacred temple, an angel painted on its dome, a place to call the world to sermon, and yet, for me, alone to read.--- For in verse, I would become, by a muse so gently tamed, my most glorious tale, for all who love, to hear and say.

THANKSGIVING DAY 2201--- Today, of all Thanksgiving days, our land remains in pain and fear, ashes burning still and fire ablaze, where gardens flourished, only tears and a veil of sadness on the face. --- ¡Cry no more, my land of peace and joy! Pilgrims of today, we sail again the ship of faith, lasting peace not too far away.--- Thanks ¡Oh my Lord and Lord of all who live and die, of those still unborn, and of our souls in pray!--- Thanks for giving us this day, of all the days of thanks, to fly away into its glorious dawn, for Peace and Love have won the battle for us all across the world.