There ain't no train to heaven,
             ...no miracles, no deal,
There ain't no train to heaven,
             ...that dream it ain't real.

Man there ain't no train to heaven,
             ...there ain't no train to heaven,
             ...there ain't no train to heaven,
             ...there ain't no train to heaven,
but when I get there I'll be still.

Working all these days,
and working all these nights.
All I do is work,
Man that-life-ain't-right!
When I was little,
they said I'd be rich.
Here I am today,
digging one more ******* ditch!
Breaking back and tough,
I'm lost in a bottle...
I'm finally getting outta here, hittin' gas; gone full-throttle!

Cause there ain't no train to heaven,
             ...there ain't no train to heaven,
             ...there ain't no train to heaven,
but when I get there I'll be still.

Woo- there ain't no train to heaven,
             ...no miracles, no deal,
There ain't no train to heaven,
             ...that dream it ain't real.

Man there ain't no train to heaven,
             ...there ain't no train to heaven,
             ...there ain't no train to heaven,
             ...there ain't no train to heaven,
but when I get there I'll be still.

Money is a trap,
without it you get stuck.
All I do is work,
looking for that decent buck.
Pocketing a little here,
no, not really, just enough.
Working harder every day,
man this life is rough.
Broken down, feeling bad,
and I'm lost in a bottle...
I'm finally getting outta here, hittin' gas; gone full-throttle!

There ain't no train to heaven,
             ...no miracles, no deal,
There ain't no train to heaven,
             ...that dream it ain't real.

Man there ain't no train to heaven,
             ...there ain't no train to heaven,
             ...there ain't no train to heaven,
             ...there ain't no train to heaven,
but when I get there I'll be still.

The rock I kicked was simply granite, not to take my life for granted but smacking up against the curb contrite I might put it for blurb, it felt like more than boredom’s play, a sour sadness I felt that day. It speaks to age the days remembered the way or form my sentence is tendered, for that younger one would surely say, “I don’t know, I don’t feel like play.” Prodded further, questioning why, blank expression on face of mine, I stood there lonely with rock my friend, but certainly remember not knowing how to begin.  Kick it, catch it, pop it off grey rail and roll it does into the street, where suddenly I’m forced to meet some silly girl her hand struck out, who tries too hard for friends no doubt! Trying hard to make me greet her, getting closer and ever sweeter, I focused on my play with rock and finally she just gave up.

  New town, new street, new school, new house and now I’d have to run about, to find a whole new group of friends all while still miss my old friends and this silly girl with her shenanigans.  She is pretty, her dress is nice, I like her shoes too but I must ignore her to get new friends or I’ll never pal around with other boys again. That’s what girls do. Make you silly to the other boys who say you’re frilly with dolls for toys, dainty acting like a girl and called a bunch of funny names and never picked at wall-ball games.  Not me, no Sir, I’ve moved before, made mistakes by being friends with girls, sad enough I need no more being friends with her would be a chore.

  What’s wrong with her? It’s been all day and never have I with her played but here she is hours later having at my side whole time just stayed? Now we’re walking home and it’s getting dark; we get to entrance of the park, the woods and shadows make it scary, I look over at her and she’s afraid and suddenly I’m glad she stayed. I slow down so she’s next to me; I press my lips tight and **** it in so she can’t tell that I’m frightened. In my pocket were some rocks to use in case there’s a fight, I puffed my chest to show my might and I held her hand really tight as we walked into the quickening night. I told her not to worry much because I’m good with rocks and fists and such. I walked her all the way to her front door pretending like it was a chore; man-o-man did it take a while but when we got there she sure did smile.

  She kissed me sweetly on the cheek, something that I did not seek but for me, it added to her mystique.  I ran through the neighborhood, my happy world beguiling and when I got home I still was smiling! Door slammed shut, Dad is lazy. Mom is cooking and I smell mash n’ gravy. She asked if I had fun and played, I smiled thinking of the friend I’d made.

Two Maronite schoolchildren practice their English…

“Cedars! Cedars! Cedars!”
“See theirs, seethers, Caesars,
See her cedars Caesar?”
“See here, a sea-fare and see there?
And oh, I see Sir?”
“Do you see her? Yes I see Sir, -Caesar!”
“Cedars! Cedars! Cedars!”

And they are descendants of Solomon’s thirty-thousand, the great-grandchildren of Hiram’s workers.

“Sol Indiges!”
“Sol Invictus!”
“Sol-Ammon!”

“Now children, how do the three monkeys act?”

“Sol, the root of solar and it means the Sun, it means also to see or sight as it infers the light of seeing.”

“Am means fire but it is also the meditative word, Aum, therefore it cannot render evil through sound!”

“On is Egyptian and it connotes speech so it represents hearing.”

The instruction in language is not terse. Requiring broad-based understandings of how the West characterizes ideas. These two are particularly adept being taught from birth in both Maronitic and Latin and now English, in preparation for their exodus, as home has become a battleground where they must leave soon. Only in the West can they find peace and practice their faith so expressively. Only in the West can these two girls attend school if their lands are befallen…

“Now children, what does this mean?”

“See no evil!”
“Speak no Evil!”
“Hear no Evil!”

“And that children, is the Wisdom of Solomon!”

Breaking news! CNN reports that a car bomb has exploded in the ancient Lebanese town of Mejdeloon. Shocking footage now of a series of homes that have been reduced to rubble near a Maronite Church where rescuers are just now pulling out the bodies of two young school girls. Christopher Talias reports live from the Lebanon.

“Sol Indiges is the voice of god,"

Sol Invictus, in light, his mind;"

*Sol-Ammon is the understanding and wisdom for all time!”