Base to Major Tom…

all around me now is sound, it seems
only yesterday, in dreams,

this keeps happening,
we keep thinking eventually finality

drops the curtain, and we become
our own selves… found in our hardened parts,

as when one knows the riddles all come
with one right answer, or the riddle is not fair.

Ezekial 17, comes to my mind,

because I happen to live in chapparel,
of the sort they have south of Lebanon…
mentioned in the riddle.

Who ignores the money side of things…
you know,
the business of being creative distributors,
agents allowing the artist
to premature.

It's your show, kid,
this is all you wished for, make it last.

There was once a preacher named John
Who'd preach the holiest gospels to anyone
   Using a holy face
   He'd condemn the gays
      All the while praising the Father and the Son.

May be I should have,
Never come to this town.
With all my accent and tradition,I made myself a clown.
When I first entered, I wish you would be around,
To teach,to preach, to save me, when I drown.
We are no match and I think I let you down.

Naked I came here
Empty I shall returned home
Death has no respect

lay bare its deepest secrets,
change its fundamental structures, somehow burst through the bounds of human limitations,
build for themselves enduring monuments,
control their destiny,
achieve a state of secure and lasting happiness

Can you see how much
we need each other?!

All this “I am a rock
I am an island”
solipsistic claptrap
exposed
cos we need Joan and John
at the supermarket
and the folks at A&E
and the techies
streaming lifelines
while we figure how to be

Now, behind our keyboards
we might not be warriors,
but worriers who realise
how close we are to crashing

and yeah, some **** cash in
but let’s not forget
so when the panic lifts
we figure novel penance
and say our goodbyes

So hugs are currently virtual,
but our care for once
is real

Maybe that’s the virus deal

Maybe we’re done with
u ok ***?
so when we re-emerge
we can see clearly
**** sapiens
are one species
and switch on to each other,
sisters and brothers alike

Being nice is for life

Unwanted things that we buy
Just to fill a void that we feel inside
Unnecessary battles that we fight
Because we rely on our own might
God is saying, let Me fill you up
Till your cup overflows
I will bring peace to your soul.
If you would open up your heart to Me
I'll show you what tranquility means
I turn broken pieces into a masterpiece
If you don't let Me, I don't overstep boundaries
I am here for you, whenever you're ready.