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Old 01-24-04, 11:22 PM   #5
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An excerpt from the diary of a Johnson, Micki .

' It wasn't planned. . Yet, it halted movement in its session
& proved that translation had become a lucrative profession
Agencies were to unite - creating passion that was sure to be . .
A force that would preside over matters of national security
It's been over two years since we fell like tumbling Romans
Two years since I've experienced an ever-humbling moment. .
Twenty-four months since life hit 'reset' with my patience
As we took another giant step to defining Westernization
Ninth grade - my time being spent clapping and boastin'
I didn't give a damn about news; even laughed at the notion
Of CNN being commonplace; & realizing the faults of our era
& most importantly, the existance of a ' Geraldo Rivera '

^ Incessant flashbacks gone, I snoozed in a thick abyss
Unaware these events provided an excuse for the ignorant
To voice their loud - mouthed opinions . . . . . . . . . '
An abrupt ending to the note - but the fact remains the same
Induced by not a change of heart, but a tactful change of brain




CIA & FBI . . . Agencies chock-full of haughty sensations
Expected never to succumb to the lure of a faulty translation
Micki entered hell's gates - a place usually home to neat skies
He trekked across a barren Wall St. & the Lower East side. .
Pressed on unforgiving chain-links; his rear mounted on trouble
His eyes appeared to fear the reality of the insurmountable rubble
Scanning it all - monotony. . Alone, the site fed satanic sins
But Micki avoided the thoughs, whilst his head began to spin
Something was glowing; seemingly something citing the past
& serving as a quintessential flashlight that was lighting his path
Jumping the fence, the onlookers' faces looked pallad and white
But, Micki had to find some sort of way to salvage his light
On bended knee, he looked on; and heard the faintest screech
As his brain was drained of strength and finally escaped his reach
Amongst the pillars & cement of an accident embossed in our nation
Micki developed a new mind; for the former was lost in translation
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