The Promised Land Project: Poem: Tower One

Turning Vision into Action....at least hypothetically

Strike up the music of the band
We're blazing a trail for the promised land
Heaven on earth is within you.

Through the writing of stories, poetry, essays, and a novel, I’ve creatively contended with the consumer culture and the problem of the ideal in the modern era. This preoccupation in time would lead to a vision of cultural transformation and where I believe our democratic society needs to go to truly progress beyond the modern era. Conceding my limited credibility, this blog provides a synthesis of recognized visionaries, poets, and writers with the objective of making a credible argument. Ultimately, it is a certain feeling the project strives to inspire and sustain on a certain level, making more vital use of poetry and the arts; consequently whether one agrees or not is less important than whether one senses it and feels it over time.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Poem: Tower One

The following poem I wrote in the aftermath of the attacks on September 11th, 2001.

Tower One

What heights
we had known,
story upon story,
borne of concrete
and steel, only
to collapse into
a crumbled heap
of smoldering
rubble, burning
jet fuel.
What meaning,
sifting through
ash and smoke
trailing off into
September blue
the reflections in
the broken glass.
What last message
from the doomed,
by email or phone,
story after story,
the three words
of the death bloom.
What heights
inspiring we'd
come to know,
story after story
borne of flesh
and bone; that is
the human story,
a message lasting,
and hope renewed
that lives in me
and lives in you.
At the cornerstone
of foundation new
place one message
that says, I love you.