In a place where entropy collects
my memories of youth
are barely left.

In a deep shiver
I shutter to search
my issues of trust
and limited worth.

There in my program
in bold letters it says
“YOU CAN NOT ESCAPE”
the damages left…
But!
The curtain is closed
on the stages of yesteryears
as we rewrite our scrips
take the wheel and stir!

We are gifted
another try
every time
we end a life
!!!
We can awake to
a brand new existence
where magic is accessible
and higher love is persistent
$$
In the soothing whisper of death
fear has no foundation
we can leave the doors unlocked
and take a stress free vacation…
P.S.
Take my word
death is absolutely safe
so enjoy your life
fearing not your fate!

This to shall pass
leaving it’s impurities
a quag·mire of injustice
on a path of tyr·an·ny

At the counter
I paid my fine
a blessing the judge
didn’t give me any time!

Gift me with song
My darling flute-player
Gentle stirrings
Musical stimuli
Rouse the heavens
To extraordinary flight
Take me to the throes
Of immorality and back
The jetstream of which
Will glisten like gold
Upon your sacrificial lips

Freedom for Palestine
Freedom for happiness
Freedom oh freedom
For every Palestinian
Man Women and Child
Freedom Freedom
Cry's the dying man's wish
For all the sick
And suffering in Palestine
Freedom
For all we can’t wait
To be free
Screaming the suffering
Palestinians.