I wrote a poem the day after September 11, 2001, and then wrote seven more poems since then about the events of that day.

Towers Of Babel
Angeliad of Surazeus
12 September 2001
40.7118, -74.0132

Prophet in black walks with open umbrella
under sun-bright skies on Manhattan Island
weeping tears of blood that burn earth
with great fire of fifty thousand souls
who writhe screaming in Towers of Babel.

Jehovah wearing white silk suit appears
stepping from silver helicopter to sit
with homeless long-haired Prophet of Truth
saying listen Son of Man to my holy words
and sing them when you prophesy to bankers
and stockbrokers as they walk by your bench
strutting proud to work in Towers of Babel.

O Angels of America living in rich luxury
earning and spending large amounts of money
day of wrath comes soon when hand of truth
will appear from heaven with face of youth
and strike down your haughty arrogant pride
destroying those men who cheated and lied
to get rich quick so flee if you are able
for Jehovah will destroy your Towers of Babel.

Prophet of Truth sits in torn jeans
and ragged coat filthy from many years
traveling highways of America in search
for truth and justice and freedom to live
his private life free from interference
of priests and police but found himself
always pawn of powerful men without faces
so he walked alone in a thousand cities
strumming guitar and singing of paradise
corrupted for wealth by men in Towers of Babel.

Heart aching with sorrow Prophet of Truth
jumps to his feet shouting wild at Jehovah
O Lord of Hosts why commit this horrible act
for fifty thousand human beings work each day
in gigantic twin towers of World Trade Center
yet are you a blood-thirsty tyrant of virtue
that you would annihilate so many innocents
because they do not bow to your sacred law
then he falls weeping to his knees and folds
his hands in dark shadow by Towers of Babel.

Jehovah caresses his head in deep sorrow
Son of Man do not blame me for this tragedy
for I am not author of so horrible a crime
since I cherish lives of every breathing soul
on this world who are children of my creation
trust me that I work hard to stop this crime
struggling every day against enemies of truth
who seek to kill in revenge for sad death
of family members they loved who died in war
so take my warning to heart and speak loud
with clear voice so these hard-hearted people
may see clear in their minds this disaster
soon to destroy arrogance in Towers of Babel.

Jehovah steps back on silver helicopter
then turns back with hair blowing in wind
Son of Man tell all my Angels of America
this tragedy is a result of arrogant pride
of small gang of men with hearts of lust
who oppress peoples of many smaller nations
and overthrow free governments who refuse
to bow low under yoke of capitalist empire
who build immense towers as idols of greed
where gangs of cheaters grow fat with wealth
while millions of common people work hard
struggling to survive as slaves to money
voiceless Angels in chains to Towers of Babel.

Death in black walks with open umbrella
under sun-bright skies on Manhattan Island
grinning among crowds of Angels in America
who gather from every nation on this world
to live in freedom as one tribe of human souls
sharing tales of experience to weave one mind
of thought in dream of life on Island of Eagles
engaged in free trade of services and goods
regulated by barons of banking machines
who reign as wealth gods in Towers of Babel.

Prophet of Truth dances with guitar in hand
singing O Angels of America wake from greed
manipulating markets and trying to control
thousand small nations around this world
for your towers of power are tall and slim
fragile egg shells of arrogance and pride
towering high into heaven with greed to control
process of market wealth fattening your pockets
but remember how wrath of Jehovah destroyed
tower of Babylon four thousand years ago today
and flee for your lives from Towers of Babel.

Office workers and trade officials and bankers
and stock brokers and insurance agents galore
stroll to work every morning ignoring Prophet
of Truth tossing quarters into his tattered hat
then ride elevators to heaven among clouds
to operate machines calculating immense wealth
moving billions of dollars of power in cash
each day flowing like blood in economic body
that throbs alive with hunger in Towers of Babel.

Twin towers of World Trade Center glitter
in morning sunlight one busy September dawn
when four planes are hijacked at same hour
one crashes in quiet forest of Pennsylvania
one crashes into Pentagon killing thought agents
and two crash hard into towers of money greed
erupting into balls of fire with wings of death
killing three thousand common American people
whose bones cry out for vengeance of justice
buried in dusty silence under Towers of Babel.

Passenger planes hijacked and guided straight
like missiles by a gang of angry faceless men
plunge into both towers of World Trade Center
erupting into balls of billowing red flames
and a hundred scared people leap to their deaths
from one hundred stories from heaven to hell
then both towers collapse crumpling into ruin
floor by floor crashing down into piles of rubble
smashing three thousand living souls into death
buried under weight of greed in Towers of Babel.

Prophet of Truth stares up into red heaven
watching planes plunge into silver towers
gaping voiceless at balloons of red flames
that envelops our safe universe of freedom
shivering in snow fall of financial papers
gasping in horror as showers of broken glass
and steel bones fall like rain onto streets
where thousands of terrified people turn
and flee to escape swirling clouds of white ash
that engulf souls from collapsing Towers of Babel.

Squeezing his eyes to shut out vision of death
Prophet of Truth smashes his battered guitar
screaming in rage as billows of white ash
envelop his body knocking him onto his knees
where he wrings his hands crying out to Jehovah
why did you not prevent this terrible tragedy
then staggers to his feet and gropes through clouds
of ash to tug with bleeding hands at huge slabs
of concrete and twisted steel beams to find faces
of dead Angels buried under greed in Towers of Babel.

Lion of America wakes roaring from peaceful nap
feeling sting of bees stabbing about its eyes
so he rises howling in rage and runs circles
millions of agents and investigators and police
with loaded rifles busting down doors of homes
and hotels while war jets loaded with missiles
scream overhead with broad eagle wings of death
while Dumbo shakes his little fist and spits
we will hunt you down snarling like a little dog
while Beast without Beauty leaps blind with pain
from attack on his eyes behind Towers of Babel.

Gangs of Americans load rifles of blind rage
gathering under stars and stripes to shout
then roam streets of towns hunting Arabs
innocent civilians and citizens of America
shooting at mosques and beating up students
and police stop and harass Arab-Americans
driving about their personal free business
and mothers cower with children in their homes
frightened as gangs of angry Americans throw
stones smashing windows in fallen Towers of Babel.

Prophet of Truth shouts at a million angry men
how many innocent people will you kill in rage
before you investigate to discover real criminals
for you are quick to blame fellow American citizens
who happen to be Arab failing to realize
they are not same as that old bearded man
wearing white robes sitting in an Afghani cave
and you are quick to attack Arabs and Muslims
who are innocent of this terrible crime of hate
who are just as shocked as you to see such death
raining blood and fire at fall of Towers of Babel.

When a man professing to be a Christian killed
innocent people when he bombed Oklahoma tower
did you condemn all Christians for his evil crime
or because Hitler killed millions do you assume
that all Austrians are as evil as that fool
or will you stop and realize reasoning clear
with your heart that just because a few men
claiming to be Muslim killed so many people
that does not mean all Muslims are evil killers
so open your ears and hearts to cry of sorrow
from millions of Muslims around this world
whose own people are killed by Jewish terrorists
for they weep to see so many die in Towers of Babel.

Shopkeeper in Egypt points to television screen
showing video of towers exploding into flames
who shouts that is not Islam for we love Salam
meaning peace between all nations on this earth
for we too worship One God who Created all Things
and we recognize Moses and Jesus as Prophets
of Truth who spoke words of All-Father Allah
because if my son were involved in terrorism
I would be ashamed so do not blame Arab Muslims
for acts of murder committed by a few Arab men
for we love life dancing joy on Towers of Babel.

Jews and Muslims and Christians join hands
standing together from sea to shining sea
weeping and praying that so many people died
maybe forty thousand souls falling from heaven
and burned in fires of hell when two planes
smashed twin idols of imperial capitalist power
for we hear moans of their voices in ghosts
who shriek in fierce winds under blood-red skies
as thousands of souls swirl into a rose flame
flaring bright for an hour of horrible death
gleaming in eyes of Lady Liberty on Manhattan
who stands weeping over tumbling Towers of Babel.

Jehovah glides over America in Eagle Helicopter
communicating with generals and commanders
on cell phones and monitoring human activity
on computer screens reading flow of dream thought
in minds of humans on earth plotting next move
in vast chess game of power with unknown rivals
gangs of killers hiding in towers of power
as God and Satan wrestle over fate of mankind
in eternal battle between darkness and light
for he leads Justice and Liberty and Truth
triple Goddesses standing guard over Earth Tribes
who sing hymns of love in memory of human souls
enslaved or murdered in war over Towers of Babel.

Prophet of Truth strips naked of ashen clothes
and dives deep into sea waves to wash clean
his soul where he floats forever in green waves
watching dreams of eternal circle of time
wheel around with spinning earth among stars
where ten thousand towers of power are built
and crumble to dust in evolution of organic life
so his aching heart screams as he laughs loud
throwing his arms high into winds of heaven
where he stands singing on Mountain of Sion
gathering souls of every nation and faith
onto empty plain where they work as one mind
building with love and trust new Towers of Babel.

Angel in black walks with open umbrella
under sun-bright skies on Manhattan Island
guarding Lady Liberty as she aids lost souls
struggling from death to hearth of rebirth
where she washes them clean and feeds spirits
with juice of justice to encourage their hearts
when they gather singing on Towers of Babel.

Three Thousand Angels
Angeliad of Surazeus
10 September 2002

Three thousand Angels of Light
glide singing around twin rainbows
that arch over nations of America
sea to shining sea full of eyes.
Rise singing from horrible shock
O Angels of America and spread wings
of love from hearts brimming tears
and drink juice of sorrow that shines
our eyes clean of anger and hate
so our minds glitter with stars
of new love that guides our way
through maze of life to paradise.

Three thousand Angels of Light
hold hands and dance in circle
of many nations and religions united
in one family sharing Earth as home.
Now Moses and Jesus and Mohammad
and Indra and Buddha and Confucius
join hands with nations of Earth
and we feel Spirit of First Mother
tingle spirals of love that glow
six billion eyes in one rainbow.
Kwan Yin and Mary Liberty appear
tall in shining robes over wide seas
sprinkling star dust on our open minds
that weave our souls with loyal love.

Three thousand Angels of Light
stream into our millions of homes
glittering like stars in our windows
as we stand families quiet together
gazing at sky-line of Manhattan.
Reach out your hands to strangers
in cultures different from your own
and care for them as human souls
respecting their view of this world
for every religion is rainbow hair
on head of God weaving Angel wings.
Each nation of souls journeys to God
on many paths to reach one center
at heart of our world that turns
around fountain flowing with love.

Three thousand Angels of Light
place swords in hands of citizens
then wave wands of smiling tongues
transforming them into young trees
so we plant them on hills of America
and water them with our sad tears
so they blossom fresh delicious fruit.
Stand tall and resist those angry men
who exploit tragedy to foster hate
using our fear to build their power
for with passive resistance to evil
we will overcome ignorant prejudice
by sharing hymns praising Spirit
of One World God who wears masks
of all religions and races to see
whole complex diamond world with One Eye.
Sing tale of your journey through life
so six billion voices form one choir
that vibrates soul of God in molecules
weaving many nations in one family
of humanity sharing Garden of Earth.

Three thousand Angels of Light
stream from eyes of weeping souls
gathered in streets of Manhattan
searching for relatives and friends
who disappeared in falling towers
consumed by flames of holy wars.
God does not command that men kill
other men to take land and wives
for those commands come from men
struggling desperate without hope
of prosperous future when tyrants
in gray suits twist profit numbers
to steal wealth from working people.
Revolution explodes when citizens
of America realize they are duped
by gangs of oil barons in halls of power
who deceive us with obfuscating lies
as they use tragedy to tighten grip
of laws choking words of our minds.
Spirit of God moves me to shout
truth about actions of war mongers.

Three thousand Angels of Light
wail from glass television screen
swirling around me where I stand
on Michigan hill holding close
to my heart my daughter and my wife
hoping to protect them from harm.
Who are enemies of our prosperity
shout blind prophets in basements
hurling spells through web of wires
that unbind minds of men to see truth
when we raise our heads from smoke
of falling towers to see dark hand
of invisible thought control agents
clutching our throats with anger.
Resist tyranny O Angels of America
fight for freedom each new generation
and resist evil with passive flow
of love that conquers all gangs
of men who terrorize common folk.

Three thousand Angels of Light
glitter at night over our homes
guiding our steps through confusing maze
of power struggles over who controls
chessboard of America with locking keys
for united we stand as one nation
under One World God with many names
and divided by deceivers on television
we fall from grace into fighting chaos
unless we breathe deep spirit of love
and seek to understand points of view
strangers use to see this world clear.
I stand watch Angel on wall of heaven
guarding children and families of America
keeping sharp eyes open to see shadows
of terrorists creeping from halls
of power to scare us into submission.

Three thousand Angels of Light
swirl over synagogues and mosques
and churches and temples with wings
of freedom singing submission with love
is true Isalam with peace in our hearts
and this will always bind our souls
strong against tyrants controlling gangs
of police who try to beat our heads
into submission to a non-elected fraud
who crouches sneering in our White House.
Stand firm with faith in Democracy
O Angels of America to preserve pillars
of our Republic held high over head
with Justice and Liberty and Equality
for all living souls who share land
of America as home of our dream souls.
Unite hands around great Tree of Life
and sing hymns from all religious faiths
expressing love for united we stand
giving freedom with love of our hearts.

Three thousand Angels of Light
glide singing around twin rainbows
that arch over nations of America
sea to shining sea full of eyes.
Rise singing with mission of peace
O Angels of America and spread wings
of love from hearts brimming tears
and drink juice of sorrow that shines
our eyes clean of anger and hate
so our minds glitter with stars
of new love that guides our way
through maze of life to paradise.

Year Of Terror
Angeliad of Surazeus
11 September 2002

Helpless warrior I stand in home white box
staring with shock at television black box
watching Oil Baron chain Wolf King in cave
deep in wilderness without tablets of stone
then kidnap Goddess Liberty on pyramid tower
chaining her down to throne of world power
then strut arrogant over our spinning world
demanding billions bow before might of bombs
he hurls from hands of greed on fruit gardens
so he can steal oil from sand in year of terror.

I look in mirror of blank faces all around me
shouting we must stand and fight to stay free
but they ignore me and trudge about their lives
working like slaves to feed children and wives
while gangs of pirates bunker in White House
plotting to overthrow democratic governments
elected by people of their lands to stand firm
against Oil Baron who poisons Earth with germs
and steals billions of tax dollars from coffers
of government leaving us broke and destitute
as we stumble praying for hope in year of terror.

Help me stand strong on rock of salvation
guiding folk who look for door of incarnation
reborn from womb of Mother in soul of my child
who babbles in doorless maze so free and wild
I forget her name till she returns with an egg
explaining secret of dignity is refusing to beg
and breathing calm in face of hurricane rage
when Prima Donna struts cursing on world stage
shocked when common people of America gather
to crucify Oil Baron on telephone pole of truth
since he pays for sins committed in year of terror.

Who guided four planes crashing into towers
whether Arab hijackers or Awac agent planes
controlling flight path by remote control
making them plunge screaming in tower of glass
so three thousand souls die in flames of hell
leaping hundred stories to float on blind wind
till bodies burn heaped on sacrificial pyre
leaving me staggering blind in choking smoke
wondering who ordered assassination of Liberty
agents of American government colluding close
with terrorists hiding in old mountain caves
plotting to suppress Americans in year of terror.

Ancient blind queen in castle of our bones
screams with delight at death of thousand more
though I leap backward through looking glass door
and see hands groping from iron bars of rage
so I stop to see Wolf King and Liberty in cage
meditating for peace on Earth good will to all
then we run singing in shadow of bleeding wall
where names of every soul murdered for gain
are chiseled with fingernails of desperate souls
who claw to escape prison forged by blind greed
of government agents who implement year of terror.

Good Angels wander scattered in lone exile
searching in vain to reunite with lost clans
calling names of loved ones in forest of eyes
till we realize life and death are illusions
so we carve mountains in blocks to build walls
surrounding sparkling fountain of fresh water
and construct towers to preserve our children
from harm who grow laughing as they play games
in garden of fruit hidden safe from weird dangers
but little boy escapes over wall and lives free
with wild galloping horse in mountain caves
writing gospels of new savior who saves all
from harm though he struggle past year of terror.

One year ago today I saw twin towers of Babel
hit by two giant jet planes full of flame fuel
and screaming people who dissolve in fire balls
that hurl three thousand Angels on scarlet wings
streaming down to secret dark underworld bunker
armed against enemy fighting for world control
where we release Wolf King from cave of despair
and we follow freedom flame in hands of Liberty
who stride together before nation of America
guiding us safe through maze in year of terror.

I see their names written on wind and grass
those howling souls dissolved into gray fog
that rises from sea of blood and settles cold
on ten thousand cities from sea to weeping sea
hiding prophet with harp who chants alone forever
in deserted temple centuries after this zero hour
I stand soaking wet in streams of angry tears
so I write their names on blank mirror of truth
till roaring floods wash me clean back to my youth
when I was kissed and changed from frog to Angel
hopping mountain road for untouched pool
of magic washing us clean after year of terror.

Believe nothing you see on television today
for these lies were woven from twisted dreams
of Angels desperate to escape chains of fate
so I rise laughing from stinking mud of hate
wash my soul clean in waterfall of mother tears
then stride wearing white robe of Angel status
twirling scepter with giant glowing jewel
that blinds devils in act of stealing our souls
then another arrogant fool is hung in mirrors
of lies within lies leading down false mazes
where millions of Americans wander without guide
for Wolf King is chained in dank Tennessee cave
calculating ways to fight hate with true love
that strengthens our hearts after year of terror.

Nothing will stop us from living with faith
games of life in rituals that aid our hands
each new day we work to wrestle evil wraith
who seeps into cracks of forgotten churches
that crumble under torrents of endless rain
so I risk death by stepping forward to fight
against tyranny slouching in our White House
for I am commissioned by Liberty in Black House
to write songs of truth and disappear underground
where revolution of values is being fostered
and prepares children to walk straight home
with hearts strong to navigate year of terror.

Goddess Liberty weeps for lost world souls
whose voices flow from her huge mouth of wind
so we cup hands catching drops of cold rain
while I sit laughing with Buddha on dome crown
chanting spells that bind minds of human souls
with sparkling eyes of Angels walking Earth
dressed as firefighters and senators and police
who gather army of noble warriors for justice
to battle against inner demons of our own desires
weaving wings for children who spring full-born
from our hands to explore life in year of terror.

I stride proud by side of Goddess Liberty
who holds high flame of freedom to light path
we journey exiled from home of our ancestors
traveling over hot desert wasteland of sorrow
through valley of despair and blank bones
to find beautiful woman in labor pains
so I cradle her in arms and help her push
then catch child in my hands appointed task
to raise her well in maze of this universe
where even bravest souls pray in year of terror.

Lion Of America
Angeliad of Surazeus
11 September 2006

Lion of America rises from broken rubble
brushing off dust of World Trade Center
then turns and points straight at Rat Tyrant
and Oil Vampire and shouts you cowards
are both to blame for this terrorist attack.

Rat scurries into basement of White House
and Vampire flies to rocky mountain cave
hiding in undisclosed location from cameras
that beam light of truth on their dark minds
though they hide crimes from a million eyes.

Lion of America on Rainbow Mountains
roars with anger at injustice of their crimes
that drenches our land with innocent blood
of women and children whose white bones
are buried under scorching sands of Eden.

A hundred million ghosts drive their cars
in orange rain on shimmering highways
hypnotized by invisible dollars that chink
rattling inside skulls of ancient dinosaurs
whose blood fuels engine of our empire.

Lion of America leaps roaring on dome
of Congress and rears pawing sharp claws
at eagle of tyranny that swoops from cave
of Pentagon to battle over visions of truth
to control tax profits of our endless labor.

Locked in cage of visions old prophet Ezra
shouts as he paints Chinese character Jian
for sword on white walls of Supreme Court
with red blood from heart of Abir Al-Janabi
whose long black hair flows over America.

Lion of America leads sad howling ghosts
of women and children killed in brutal wars
over ten thousand years in swirling waves
of grief that drown our empire in their tears
but will it cleanse our souls of blinding guilt.

Two towers of light beam from Manhattan
illuminating faces of Angels and Devils
who battle with guns and bombs in streets
of Khaldean Ur where statue of Abraham
stands weeping in temple with empty plate.

Lion of America thunders over mountains
and plains chasing after corporate tyrants
who fall from power like Autumn leaves
when Justice returns with her flaming sword
to overthrow torturers and liars in power.

Stars On A Sunny Day
Angeliad of Surazeus
11 September 2007

We stand together in cool wind
my daughter with black eyes and I
watching black birds play tag
over tumbling mountains of clouds.

My little daughter asks me why
I wear oval glasses and I reply
so I can see stars shine bright
on a sunny day behind gold light.

So I can see down clear through
this Earth and see seas shining blue
and so I can see what people dream
while sitting silent by a cold stream.

So I can see ghosts of white light
wandering lost on a starless night
and so I can see songs of mute souls
vibrating from eternal black holes.

I wear glasses so I can see you clear
when your eyes shimmer with fear
or twinkle with joy as you play a fairy
who dances forever light and merry.

Through Flames Of Dawn
Angeliad of Surazeus
11 September 2008

Two blue beams of light stab dark night
piercing gloom of bruised national heart
that wakens three thousand lost ghosts
who swarm around us when we gather
and ring bells while a sad angel sings
our spirits live on through flames of dawn.

When two planes from hate slammed
steel-glass Towers of Babel bursting fire
heart of America screamed in bitter pain
and we ran shocked from clattering rain
of shattered illusions and fluttering bills
if spirits live on through flames of dawn.

Spirits of lost souls roar into blank sky
seeking God unblinking in eternal eye
to look back at reflection of our one face
knowing death swallows arrogant pride
so kneel holding hands in humble prayer
for spirits live on through flames of dawn.

United we stand in circle of one nation
dancing slow around towers of fallen souls
rebuilding dream of hope to reach heaven
bridging our hearts over chasm of despair
to share songs and fruit from Tree of Life
as spirits live on through flames of dawn.

Silent With Star Breath
Angeliad of Surazeus
2010 September 11

I have nothing to say on this day
in memory of flames and brutal death
so I sit with my daughters and wife
who draw picture books and play
and reads long book about romance
while I sing silent with star breath.

Young woman rides a white horse
toward harbor to sail ship away west
but dreams child of her ancient heart
and she realizes though she will die
she will live in children of our love
so I will sing silent with star breath.

I walk always forward on road of life
exploring beyond walls of all I know
for I may never return to my homeland
where my fathers and mothers sleep
until I write stone names in a book
then I may sing silent with star breath.

I place a thousand lost holy books
categorized on shelf of stone hall
so dreams of those who lived before
are preserved in words you will read
that you know us yet blaze new trails
if we are to sing silent with star breath.

My face glows from computer screen
where I watch dream of our world flash
but are you real if I never see your face
behind your photos that smile and wave
as we walk on under rain of shining words
pretending to sing silent with star breath.

Carve names of every person who died
on mountains yet a million years of rain
will wash Runes away to a silent sea
for we all disappear under evening sky
where sun still gleams red over far hills
forgetting to sing silent with star breath.

I have so much that I want to say
buried too keep in ruins of my heart
I can but stand before twisted beams
mute anguish breaking out of my heart
and spreading wings to soar on flames
remembering to sing silent with star breath.