ring the
bell
crystal chime
shimmers

ring the
bell
my mind is
a stallion

ring the
bell
to all the people
that at least tried to
love me

ring the
bell
break like the ocean
against the cliff

ring the
bell
and watch every
crown melt

ring the
bell
and bless your
enemies

ring the
bell
and fade away

ring the
bell
you are no
more

ring the
bell
you never were

ring the bell
    your time
     was here
     was now
     was yours

did you drink it deeply

did you try

every moment
was treasure
every moment
was fleeting
every moment
was hiding
every moment
was yours
every moment
was beautiful


like first
heartbreak


like a crying
child


like a
predator



like sleep





ring the bell then and
rest

your smile
was here





and it had
more power
than all
the gods

Serendipity and Luck; The only things that aid us in catching that one vital chance.
For the Romeo, the heart yearns for his Juliet's momentary glance.
So for a second they can share their love.
And fool the stars that hang crossed in the sky above.
Destiny still plays us like puppets in his evil game.
First be the soul of the hero seeking prestige and fame.
His life he would gladly trade to the devil himself for the mere opportunity.
His name be immortalized in history, his soul he would gladly sacrifice in perpetuity.
Second be the King that yearns for power to rule over all.
But Time turns his hands of the clock and soon every kingdom must fall.
Finally the holy man who only seeks inner peace and tranquility.
Is his destination even a possibility or a cruel lesson in futility?
The fickle gods make us mere mortals jester and dance.
In the end we seek those crucial moments of fortune and chance.
                                                                                                -Vijay M-

to become immortal, you must devour
the gods. begin with the god of fear

and when the god of the nile
floods your heart's temple
lay your offerings underwater.

They gathered at the sitting home
They searched how to get rid of this problem
Mohamad came with new religion

Mogul of his nation hated him
They said he differed between man and his wife
Between father and his love
His son who was grown to be his prop

He differed between the master and his slave
He put their shoulder in equal way
He destroyed the worship of status
Which was great trade at hajj season

They sold the gods of several names
For several ways and calls
Mohamad destroyed these gains

One said we must get him away
The Satan was there
He appeared on the face of the old
He laughed and said
"if you get him away
He will attract them by his sweet talk"

Another said," we must prison at wide prison"
The old said,''
He would make magic and attract them
He might get out
And make force to attack them
They looked with amazing
They said, "tell us our lord
How could we stop him?"

He said as an experiment,"
I see
Take from every tribe a strong one
These men will be forty men
With their strong swords
Waiting him till when he got out
To pray to his God for sun rise
And **** him as one man"

The masters thanked him
Saying," that is a good idea"

His God had another opinion
He told his prophet
Mohamad was known with the honest
And the trust
The masters put their important things
To him
To maintain these, until they demands
He told his cousin
Who was so youth
To sleep on his bed
To mock them
And to return their probity

When they looked at the hole of the door
They saw someone slept there
They thought that he was Mohamad
Before the sun rise' time
The God put the sleep over them
They slept in spite of their wake
Of their high rank emotion

After long time
As the sleeper did not get up
In spite of nearing pray, that was besmeared
After one passed by them
Asking, "whom do you wait?"
They answered at one sound
"Mohamad"
He said he passed by them
He put sands over their heads
They did not believe, they put their hands
Over theirs
They found it is not fault

They entered the home
By force
They entered the home
Without any permit
They found his cousin there
They asked with anger
"where is Mohamad?"
He loved and said,"
God protect!"

The desert is not the grave of the sea.

The heaving reign of pharaohed seas,
Rule in bloodline of palm wine and embalming fluid of brine.
The tides are their mummified lips,
Whispering the coming forth of spells eternally to the sky.  
All goddesses, like shawled Isis, in lamentations of hair
And past-wept somnolence for Egypt,
Lie across the heart-bound murmur of waters
From their dead kings and the kingly divine, Amun-Ra,
Whose bird-starred eyes fill the canopic jar of the cosmos.

The sea is the grave of the desert.

AND NOW, THE END IS NEAR, THE TIME TO FACE THE FINAL CURTAIN. MY FRIEND, IT'S BEEN CLEAR, MY DESTINY, SECURED AND CERTAIN. I LIVED A LIFE OF FAITH,  I'VE TRAVELED WIDE AND NARROW HIGHWAYS, AND MORE, MUCH MORE THAN THIS, I DID IT GOD'S WAY.

REGRETS, I'VE HAD A FEW, BUT THANK THE LORD, TOO FEW TO MENTION. I DID WHAT WAS RIGHT TO DO AND FOLLOWED THROUGH WITH SOME EXCEPTIONS. I PLANNED A CHARTERED COURSE TOOK CAREFUL STEPS ALONG THE BYWAY, AND MORE, MUCH MORE THAN THIS, I FOLLOWED GOD'S WAY.

YES, THERE WERE TIMES, I'M SURE YOU KNEW, WHEN I SAID AND DID WHAT I OUGHT NOT TO DO...BECAME CONFUSED AND FILLED WITH DOUBT; YOU SHOWED THE WAY AND THINGS TURNED OUT. I HEARD YOUR CALL, AND I STOOD TALL, AND FOLLOWED GOD'S WAY.

I'VE HAD MY UPS. I'VE HAD MY DOWNS. I HAD SOME WINS, MY SHARE OF LOSING. AND NOW, AS I LOOK BACK, THOSE TIMES I STRAYED, MADE LIFE CONFUSING.
TO THINK, I DID ALL THAT,  BUT SADLY SAY, MOSTLY THE HARD WAY...SAVED MY HIS GRACE, LEFT NOT A TRACE,  FOR THAT IS GOD'S WAY.

FOR WHAT IS A MAN WHAT HAS HE GOT?  IF NOT THE LORD IN THE NUMBER ONE SPOT!  HE'LL NEVER KNOW OR TRULY FEEL, TO LIVE IS TO LOVE AND SERVE AND KNEEL!
THE RECORDS SHOWS WHEN WILL WE KNOW TO FOLLOW GOD'S WAY? FOLLOW GOD'S WAY.


BY MILTON L. DELGADO