THE BELLS FOREVER SHALL TOLL The bells are again tolling,for long lost relationships, like a lost ship in the nite, forever hidden in time. The effort to rebuild them,have been plagued by resent, lost forever, never again to be had. Similar to the great classics, some remain forever, then there are those, that just disappear without a trace. Relationships so special, many locked away forever, once the spell is broken, one never remains the same. Thru-out the ages, they rise and fall many remain, others await the call. Many tortured forever, never to regain what once was little time to reap the harvest, no time to recapture the loss. Once there was joy, and moments of eternal love No One Wants To ?????No one wants to die, but everyone wants to go to heaven. No one wants to question why, but everyone wants an answer, No one wants to accept the blame, but everyone wants to be forgiven. No one wants to stop the wars, but everyone wants peace. No one wants to plant the seeds, but everyone wants to reap the harvest. No one wants to chop the wood, but everyone wants to be warm. No one wants to drive, but everyone wants to ride. No one wants to do the time, but everyone wants to do the crime. No one wants to try, but everyone wants to succeed. No one wants to die, but everyone wants to go to heaven. Searching Searching for an identity, that vanished without a trace. Looking in a mirror, seeing no face. Trying to uncover, what once may have been. No one to talk to, patience wearing thin. Searching thru ashes, crying out loud. Looking at pictures, you're not even a face in a crowd. Memories stolen, ripped from your grasp. you try to rebuild them, they never last. Too late to remember, too soon to forget. Never remembering anyone, you ever have met. BLUE COLLARI'm just a Blue Collar, just a humble working man, with hands and arms of steel, just like many others, who worked thru out this land. Had to quit school at a early age, to begin working with the tools, brown bagging it every day, bringing home the bacon, instead of going to school. Dirty hands, and steel tip shoes, may be soon to turn a new page, walked to work, or took the bus, a hero of the Industrial Age. Blue collar work, slowly being replaced, big tech and computers,by everyone working at home, machinery and factories, slowly disappearing, no more phone booths,being replaced by cell phones. Blue collars, soon to be replaced by the momma lukes, many who still live with their momma's at home, never knowing about a hard days work, only interested in watching video's, on their fancy cell phones. Blue Collar's, Blue Collar's, never afraid to express how they feel, went off to serve, and always salutes the flag, but he never ever, never kneels. Blue Collars, Blue Collars, hero's of the past, may they never go away, may they forever last. The 50's re-duximes on the street, we shall all recall, the 50's were special, harmonizing in the hall. Walking to school, uphill both ways, pegged pants and box car shoes, those were the days. Put a nickel in the jukebox, what do you hear, earth angel & in the still of the nite, still brings a tear. Stick ball in the streets, pitching pennies and nickels against a wall, cold water flats, with toilets in the hall. Riding our bikes, most of the day, skinny dipping in the Hudson River, and the Hudson Bay. The gin mills were always busy, on a Friday nite. leather jackets with collars up, always ready for a fight. Falling in love, at the Friday nite dances, going to the drive-in, for a little romancing. Containers of beer, and thunder-bird wine, the only source of false courage, we had at the time. Taking the tubes to the city, catching a movie at the square, sneaking into #6 school for a mid nite swim, always ready to comb our hair. The news was a nickel, everyone had a paper route, burgers at the White Mann, Doo Wop music & Alan Freed at the Paramount. Brass knuckles & switch blade knifes, & the all time favorite baseball bat, always ready for a rumble, at the drop of a hat. Chopped down Merc's & bad ass Fords, we all had a duck's ass in our hair, we were all JD's, but we didn't care. Those were the days, and may be lost forever, the above is just a brief reminder, the Fifties(50's) were special, & may we always remember. A NickelI just found a shiny nickel, alone on a curb, did someone somehow lose it, or was it casually tossed away. You may be just a nickel, yet how often were you used, silver once considered valuable, now neglected and abused. There once was a time, when you were of a great value, now you just sit hidden away, deep inside someone's pocket. How many miles have you traveled, ignored out of sight, passed around from one to the next, you no longer bring delight. Once you bought a newspaper, or a visit to the candy store, but that was oh so long ago, at a very different time. A nickel many years ago, could get you on a bus, that nickel had many other uses, put in a church basket, declaring in God we trust. There was a saying long ago, if you're called a nickel and dimer, success and fame and fortune, just wan't yours, you were always considered to be a small timer. A nickel is a nickel, and two of them equals a dime, i just found you on the curb, lost by someone, now you'll forever be mine. 911 WHY DID THEY DO IT The Sun is now crying,covered with dust
Why did they do it, why did they do it. The sky is contaminated with all the debris. Why did they do it, why did they do it. The floors are falling, no where to run. Why did they do it, why did they do it. The ground is burning, Oh Please God, let it be done. Why did they do it, why did they do it. Splintered pieces of steel, like giant javelins in the sand. Why did they do it, why did they do it. Two burning buildings, forever etched in our minds. Why did they do it, why did they do it. The world has gone crazy, hatred prevails. Why did they do it, why did they do it. May they all rest in peace, and forever be remembered. Why did they do it, why did they do it. Why did they do it, too late to question why. THE SUN IS NOW CRYING--AND EVERY NIGHT BEFORE IT SETS. SHALL SHINE A LITTLE BRIGHTER ON THE VICTIMS. AND MAY THEY ALL REST IN PEACE. AND MAY WE NEVER FORGET 911
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