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    Home Sweet Home
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    Home Sweet Home
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    Home Sweet Home

    By Albert del Toral

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    A magazine editor and newspaper reporter in Miami, award-winning Cuban-American poet Albert del Toral becomes an emotional rollercoaster in his newest release, which manages to engulf the reader in everything from deeply personal home-life accounts to a taboo-tackling journey of sorts. The author has been getting published since the age of 13, when the Anthology of Poetry by Young Americans published a poem of his that had been named best in its class. Eleven years later, he's become an established journalist with releases in two languages, distribution spanning five continents and several awards to his credit. Having previously written for newspapers, magazines, blogs, press releases, websites, newsletters and poetry anthologies, this is the writer's first foray into book writing. For more information, check out his blog, The Albyville Chronicle, at http://albyville.blogspot.com.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisheriUniverse
    Release dateJun 4, 2008
    ISBN9780595618415
    Home Sweet Home
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    Albert del Toral

    Now an established magazine editor and newspaper reporter in Miami, Albert del Toral first got published at the age of 13 in the Anthology of Poetry by Young Americans. Eleven years later, the award-winning poet reflects on life. For more info, read his blog, the Albyville Chronicle, at http://albyville.blogspot.com.

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      Home Sweet Home - Albert del Toral

      Copyright © 2008 by Albert del Toral

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      ISBN: 978-0-595-51301-7 (pbk)

      ISBN: 978-0-595-61841-5 (ebk)

      Printed in the United States of America

      Contents

      United We Stand

      Joint Motif

      Magic Carpet

      Multi-Colored Man

      Ballad for Ataraxis

      Christmas All Year ‘Round

      Face Reality

      (I Am) Woman

      Commercialize Me!

      Street Life

      Respect

      Love to Love

      Doesn’t Clubbing Get Old?

      Don’t Give Up

      Methane Hills

      Cuban-American Flag

      Yesterday vs. Today

      McVeigh

      No Place to Hide

      Saving Earth (One Light Switch at a Time)

      Words from Beyond

      Writing Myself

      Ode to Marlene

      Tired of Drama

      Things Can Only Get Better

      Helloween

      Biopic

      Beach Bash

      Dumb Fight

      ‘Bout U Shit Head

      Under Two Brown Eyes

      Dear God

      Boobonic Plague

      The Funker (Ain’tNo Clunker)

      Bulimics Are Really Fun (BA.R.F.)

      The Eighties

      If I Only Had The Time

      Lazy Sunday

      Sue O’Cyd

      Up Against the Wall

      Lowndes County, 1966

      The Chameleon

      Guess the Place

      Fiona

      Alcohol

      Attn. Father

      Blended Realities

      Diabetic Confessions

      Mr. Testosterone

      Goodbye

      The Hair

      Heaven’s Nectar

      Advice Column

      Don’t You Wanna Die?

      National Y.C. Day

      Emolution

      United We Stand

      What made you capable,

      Of doing something like that?

      How’re you any better,

      Than this man or that?

      How can you do something,

      So drastic in thought?

      Killing three thousand people,

      Of whom you knew not?

      I really don’t get it,

      What did they do?

      How could their actions,

      Have affected you?

      They weren’t the ones,

      Who aligned with your enemy.

      They were just common folks,

      Who died in your infamy.

      On the eleventh of September,

      A day I can’t forget,

      You took away my girlfriend,

      And filled me with regret.

      We never got to marry,

      We never birthed a child,

      All because some cowards,

      Decided to run wild.

      And she was not alone,

      On the list of those you slained.

      There were many others,

      Whose memories you stained.

      You think that we’re all evil,

      And we’re all just but a clone?

      If this is how you think,

      It’s no surprise you died alone.

      That day, you murdered children,

      Some who couldn’t even speak.

      You also took their daddies,

      Some who hadn’t reached their peak.

      From peace-loving Hippies,

      To blood-drenched vets,

      You lumped us all together,

      Charged us all for others’ debts.

      Sons and daughters,

      Now forced to grow without a mom;

      Husbands and wives,

      Now place their son in Heaven’s palm;

      Friends and acquaintances,

      Now forming rivers with their tears;

      A country full of patriots,

      Now live each day with fears.

      So where’d Allah preach,

      To kill all those within?

      What kind of dummy,

      Misinterpreted Him?

      And what kind of bastard,

      Does it take to do this?

      Really, what kind of monster,

      Was that quick to dismiss?

      Such ignorance scares me,

      As it rightfully should.

      Not everyone’s alike,

      Just ‘cause they share a hood.

      And though we’ll all stand united,

      We normally live worlds apart.

      Heck, the only thing shared now,

      Is all the pain stored in heart.

      No matter our color,

      No matter our speech,

      No matter religions,

      And what they each preach,

      No matter our sex,

      No matter our creed,

      We’re not all just assholes,

      Believing all that we read.

      Despite such variation,

      We each have a brain,

      But none of us liked when,

      Debris started to rain.

      But whatever failed to kill us,

      Will make us grow stronger,

      So you failed your own radicalism,

      You heartless war monger.

      Though you died, too,

      Don’t think you

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