The Fallen Twin Towers: The Freedom Is Still Ours

The Fallen Twin Towers, struck down by terrorist's malice,
Invoked our blood swirl, into fierce and eternal callous,
Our democracy undefeated, the freedom is still ours,
Flag waving on top of that fallen towers, broad stripes and bright stars,
Echoing the eternal Freedom with emotional fortitude,
Recalling the one in Fort McHenry where it once stood,
Smoking pentagon and the unsung heroes of flight 93,
The Freedom still rings for we are still free,
Our spirits unbroken, tested and true,
And Nation that will never, to death, subdue,
As our souls scream out with pride, "United States! United States!",
Where our eternal liberty endures, to wherever it dictates,
Let us forever remember the fallen Twin Towers,
And the undying Freedom is still ours!

Pomegranate And The Cinnamon Lodge

Wandering in your garden of fruitful flair,
Where my heart gladly fell into love to despair,
Flowing with exquisite and succulent fruition,
For my essence is on eternal expedition,
To partake my bosom with amorousness and delight,
Explodes my imploring passion outright,
Down the reddish and pomegranate creek,
Savoring in erotic indignation on your delightful physique,
Munching all those fruits with extreme bliss,
My cinnamon lodge yields its spice into your abyss,
Intermixed with sweet milk and pomegranate juice,
Sweeter as our souls merge they diffuse,
Imploding the savage fires 'til they burst,
Eternally overflowing our endless and erotic thirst.