Helpless!
There's been many a disaster, & many accounts..
..but for me now, its only mine that'll ever count.
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Thats why I vent..
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One sunny day..
..I left the banks of my home town for Australia; Adelaide.
My dream was made, thanks to my possesions sold on ebay,
so I hit the old freeway - the girth of my trip begun in Perth.
Now in a country I visioned from birth, to really feel..
..what freedom's worth!
Alienated on foreign turf? Noone made this foreigner hurt.
As I honoured their earth, & told past tales of Orleans that stirred..
..reminiscent - age old minds. Tales that've grown with the times,
I was told of illogical nights, where Jazz & Rum ruled in rhyme.
It was clear that not only I - took New Orleans, physically to heart
cuz there's people who LOVE the city, from almost worlds apart.
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It was in the 3rd week; my dream turned bleak and my soul sank
A hurricain tanked, and reaked havoc all over my homeland.
"GOD DAMNED", the world held its breath from America to England
Always two sides to a ying yang
but what happens when equality *BANGs*.
Mother Nature sang, and her melody carried waves of destruction
No more lovin', and sunshine.. a New Orlean induction-
now consists of the grind of pain, & a city left with nothing.
Sobbing while I was looking on for a week, preying on beads and bracelets
Some people say I was helpless, but all I ever feel is selfish.
No calls or messages from family members, cut deep..
..wounds while I sleep, & compound nightmares into dreams.
Now it seems to people I'm a recluse,
but a noose of weather never leaves no refuge.
Haven't yet reached any goal, just a forgotten land with many holes
and ditches for souls to lie-in. I'm sick to death of crying in droves!
& the closest new friends I chose, tried giving me their support loads
Yet the pain grows, "I'll graduate a sadness when the rain goes".
Still this evil chain holds.. & it gets worse when the skies are dark
I can't bare to watch the looting, so I head to my fave park.
I walk with a dangerous heart content - to turn back time..
..to turn whats mine, back to the norm'..
No more storm, just a slight shadow of its "Jazz Capitals" form-
..er self. My fucking city needs help, while I just walk
& self pitty. Shitty emotions take a back seat - signs talk -
there against the fence on the side-walk. Written in BLACK chalk
is a piece of writing that could leave cataract in awe.
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I didn't forget..
..but for that moment, I felt I was welcomed in an instant.
Yet for all the support, my heart was dying in the distance.