13 of Nazareth

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A Prophet's Pain (the 911 poem)

Posted by 13 of Nazareth on September 11, 2009 at 11:31 AM

I love to stand in the pouring pain

it camouflages the pouring pain

of my tear ducts

on a night that lightning fear struck

and terrifying thunder clapped

 

nine one one

nineteen ninety

my grandmother's heart collapsed

 

I was 13 then

I was 24 but still 13 now

watching the World Trade Center go down

my heart pounds

my world turns around

eleven years rewound

in a second

 

my twin towers are falling

again

 

one nine nineteen ninety

Hodgkin's Disease

engulfed my mother's body

in a cancerous flame

 

the first plane hit

 

destined to happen

but not expected

on such a beautiful morning

 

I was driving

arriving at the office

of my spiritual teacher

he meets me at the door

tells me act of war

 

I was seated

second row 8th grade English

a girl comes to the door

tells me act of war

 

my father's here to get me

I need to go down to the principal's office

so I'm walking

in two different time periods

talking to myself

 

America

never been hit like this before

My father

never had to pick me up before

this is serious

it has to be

some form of catastrophe

 

these are two of the longest walks I've ever taken

escorted by arch nemesis

the Angel of God and Satan

 

the hallways are too long

but the doors are in arm's reach

 

I walk in

sit down beside my father

I can't speak

 

I walk in

sit down in front of the TV

I can't speak

 

its almost as if I leaped

into a parallel universe

where parents become buildings

and children become employees

because when my mother and grandmother fell

I was crushed

when the twin towers fell

they were crushed

this is far too much

for me to handle at two times

that feel like one time

my mind is torn at the hemisphere

I can't think clear

there's too much smoke

I can't see clear

there's too much noise

I can't hear

anything but explosions and flatlines

explosions

and flatlines

 

is this 1990

or 2001

because 4 towers have fallen and

Christ is callin'

Allah is callin'

Buddha is callin'

Shiva is callin'

Krishna is callin'

Osiris is callin'

Yahweh is callin'

Jehovah is callin'

Jah is callin'

 

nine one one

 

9 months to be born

so enjoy being alive

because you only get

1 minute to pray and

1 second to die

 

and I can't cry enough tears

to reconstruct the parents

the buildings

the children

the employees

 

nine one one

 

9 planets

in 1 system

orbiting 1 sun

 

Revelation 9

verse one one

the angel of the bottomless pit

in the Hebrew tongue

 

Armageddon has already come

we oblivious to the signs

emergency phones rang but

all the fuckin' lines were tied

and even I tried to ignore

this televised revolution

of massacred human being bombed

taking the long leap

from 80 plus stories

bodies smackin the street

prophesied grief

knee deep in blood and I

 love to stand in the pouring pain

it camouflages the pouring pain

of my tear ducts

as lightning fear struck twice

in the same place

like eleven years to the date

its almost as if my fate

is a microcosmic map

to the fate of the world

which appears to be like

eleven years behind me

so watch me closely

 

and fuck my poetry

read my life

A Prophet's Pain

sleepless night

the second coming of Christ

 

see I'm a Virgo

meaning I was born

beneath the sign of the Cosmic Virgin

with a dragon as my steed

I ride at Godspeed

I speak in angel tongues

living in devil's territory

 

my death

is kingdom come


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4 Comments

Reply Drisana Jackson
3:47 PM on September 19, 2009 
13 of Nazareth, Marquis Mix.......There are not enough words in the universe to type out how I can relate to this place where one goes when death of such magnitude happens and so closely relates to other's pain. I lost my father in 1989 due to my parents separating and lost him again in 2008 due to kidney failure and a massive heart attack. The night he passes I shot up in my sleep, my lungs stopped moving, my heart skipped a number of beats...I had dreams of him lying on his apt floor every night long before his death and after up until we found him in his house exactly where I dreamt that he would be...so my brother in spirit I hear you....as you say "peace within" ...this part of your words of art hit me the most: 9 months to be born
so enjoy being alive
because you only get
1 minute to pray and
1 second to die

and I can't cry enough tears
to reconstruct the parents
the buildings
the children
the employees

nine one one

9 planets
in 1 system
orbiting 1 sun

Revelation 9
verse one one
the angel of the bottomless pit
in the Hebrew tongue
Reply Gerron DelValle
1:01 PM on September 15, 2009 
13 love your work never heard you do this piece but I can envision your presentation with this great writing. True to life true to the soul. loved it
Reply alice jewell
11:23 AM on September 13, 2009 
to much. it really was to much. i remember the school tried to convince me NOT to take my children home, that they would be safer, there. horrible horrible feelings in the air-- and still no answers...
Reply Tywanda Nelson
6:44 PM on September 12, 2009 
Wow...that was deep and I too am a virgo walking in the devil's territory. I seem to have devils around me all the time and I can't seem to get rid of them. Can you help, LOL more poetry please. It is my therapy. I used to go faithfully on Tuesdays at the Cotton Club, but things are hard for me now. I will be back to get my therapy, eventually.