You know me and who I am
You are aware of all
All that I want
All that I have ever needed
My birth is known
My death has time
To your powers all belongs

So long I've been on this part
Too long I'm carrying my Cross
Very young I've been on the race
The journey of life isn't for teenagers
Though I have embarked on it long ago
Pending on when my helper comes
Up to you my heart channels
May I see the best end of my journey
This I only wish.

O let us sing a song of gorgeous British food
Roast beef, fish 'n' chips and lovely Brummy balti;
Some of it is bad and some of it is good
(and yummy TV dinners...Mmmmm... they're really salty).
But the finest treats are Findus beef lasagne
(with its extra secret subtle basinful of horse),
And ne'er forget a burger a la espa-na-ya,
(made from minced-up donkeys' genitals of course).

You all are not as young
as I thought you would be.
angels composing silently
such exotic poetry

Just a wee bit exotic slightly
No ego kindly friends love it
You are not as young
as I thought you would be
an angel composing silently
such exotic poetry

The men's hearts will bleed
they dare not compare
with the soul you set free
they will not bend a wee bit

i. In the days which preceedeth the Great Carrot War, when all the rabbits of God's earth were still trying, with great reluctance, to live together in mutual lapine love, there lived a tribe of big, fat, selfish, greedy rabbits.

ii. And they were known as the yank-rabbits and they lived the Great Rabbit Dream. And it was shallow forsooth.

It snows and snows around town,
around family dinner table where faces grin,
around the fireplace where tongues of flames, lovely and gentle,
lick up the sores of the old days and heal their wounds,
around fine trees decked with tinsels and florid ribbons,
and their foothills ringed with packages in garbs of colors,
which light up the eyes with electricity,
and blot out dark fumes that eclipse the heart,
driving out smiles from even the hardest of faces.

From Afar
I see your soft white hair,
billow around your face,
an outline for your features
baby soft skin,
that shows not a line nor wrinkle,belying a true age.
slender in staure.
so full of life, with a childish smile
Baby blue eyes,that hold a world of sadness,
how were you left without your senses?
who were you? before the war took it's toll.
So many questions will go unanswered,for I can only watch you from afar.

"There, everything is order and beauty,
Loveliness, calm and luxury."
Invitation to the Voyage, 1869

Millions of hearts beat as the city sleeps
Soft breathing in the acres of dreams
In the deep darkness of the winter night
I lie awake with a prayer of possibilities
That somehow things might change

‘He that without sin among you,
Let him cast the first stone’ on her.

She was accused of adultery;
Those who brought her wanted justice.

‘Such women shall be stoned to death.’
Laws of Mosses profess like this.

The woman was surprised by Christ;
The crowd dispersed without a word.

‘Father, forgive them.’ Said Jesus,
‘For they know not what they do.’,

At every fall of hammer
On the nail of Crucifixion.

Attack sin, not sinners, said He.
Forgive sin; sin no more, said He

Faith

God doesn’t play with fire,
internal combustion
is an act of faith.

Hope

is the colour blue
the sky reflected
and how the ocean
fills the rivers of our being

the grass changes with the seasons
and the taste of salt is
a breeze yielding in your open heart

Love

my heart has become accustomed
to being broken
at first
i guarded i protected i was a vast army
"Keep away"...