Phil Panebianco Poems

Stop, look and listen!
Open up your mind,
for you never know what you may find.
It may change your life forever,
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I hear your complaints,
yet I am deaf.
I see your sneaky games,
yet I look away.
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I can feel your sorrow
from now until tomorrow
your apologies cannot save you now
words are nothing but excuses
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What does it all mean?
These days of hell we've seen.
The bombs we drop.
The guns we've shot.
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Shame in your eyes
Unable to stop your cries
I can't live with all this pain
Can't stand the constant rain
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Walking through the dust and debris that now line the streets of New York City. Gazing at the unimaginable scene of twisted metal, shattered glass and exhausted workers.
It's like a scene out of a Hollywood war movie. A scene caused by hatred, by monsters, that have taken away the hopes and dreams of innocent lives. Monsters that have torn apart families throughout the world. I have seen it all on T.V., but to see it up close and personal, there are no words to describe it.This sickening feeling that consumes my body and mind, will not soon go away. Armed guards stand at attention on every corner. People with looks of horror in their faces stand in amazement, at the sight of the worlds most devastating attack.
I watch as people dig through the rubble with their bare hands.
Slowly piece by piece, looking for signs of life. Few have been pulled alive and too many have left in body bags. But we will not give up hope and we will not stop searching. I don't know if the reality of this has actually hit me yet. Even though I have seen it all with my own two eyes, I still cannot believe it has happened. It is the most horrific thing I have ever witnessed. This is a time, the entire nation will remember forever.
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I write this with my heart drowning in it's own sorrow.
I write this with a heavy hand.
These images of this sickening time still so fresh in our minds.
Still so unimagineable, still so horrorfying.
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It's a shame that it takes a tragedy for us to remember and recognize our true heroes.
Not an athlete who gets paid millions just to play a game.
Not a singer or actor.
But the forgotten heroes.
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It's time to react with a vengence.
With hatred flowing through our veins,
without hesitation, because the time is now.
Time to stop worrying about what society thinks and start worrying about our cause.
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LIES...
Just another four letter word
Just like...
LOVE & FU*K!
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