Barbed Wire Minds

My brother, why do we fight?

The blood from our hearts

none can tell apart

My brother, why do we fight?

My brother, what is right?

The tears from our eyes

no colour can describe

My brother, what is right?

Weep for yourselves O people of this world

Weep for your sons and daughters.

Weep for your Gods, your boundaries, your greed

Weep till your mind from barbed wires is freed. 

My brother, why do we fight?

The grief of any mother

Is the same across borders

My brother, why do we fight?

My brother, do you see the light?

Let's be children forever

No God, no border ever

My brother, do you see the light?

 

FURTHER WEST OF TIME

 

Further west of a little beyond from here,

They took away free will

And gave us guns and god and fear.

 

Aim at the heart and mind, and fire -

For the Warlords need guns to kill the children

Of the flowers that fall down to carpet the tree lord

Who sends the oxygen pods,

with the breath of God.

 

And what's said to the Mind will wonder that a baby

Wrapped in swaddling rags, to be buried in the morning

Killed from the muzzle of a gun, beaten out on the anvil of glory,

By a boy who became a soldier in a war where he must kill another

For the freedom of his homeland, by dying for the other. 

 

And the worlds turns around with you hangin on

makes no sense of what's going on

And we exist in a building that could be beautiful,

With fast cars that feel lonely in traffic snarls,

To make all the money we could never spend 

In one lifetime that knows not the time 

Of man and child decided by heaven's weightless rhyme.

 

In the depths below the sea, a worm counts drops

In an ocean that rolls to read the stories of another

And they rolling round and spitting venom swallow men

Who ache for a freedom they didn't possess

From their god from further up west.

 

And the beggar who wants no riches, but a little food

To throw at the crowd who follows him like a star 

that's dying in the morning 

To be windmills in the churning of the wind

That wants peace in an evening that sinned.

 

They glow hopeful till another hurls a spear 

at the water that's placed on the counter.

And the goldfish is fried by the sun's heavy pour

And the birds change their colour

For a click that's frozen time for tomorrow.

 

And we told our women to hide behind the curtain of morality

Coz, they have their place in the breeding of another

Who will be called a soldier to protect the women  

who could have killed but gave birth

To strange men in the unending river of dearth.

 

While you watch the grass that blooms with a wisdom 

that it never knew, I'll drink a little of God's ether.

And you can play Kong in a kingdom 

that hides in the sands of the mind 

that lay buried beneath the great-grandmother of time.

Hallowed be

Our Father, 

 who art, and is, and in me, 

 who fulfilled the prophecies, 

 who conquered death, 

 who healed, 

 who loved, 

 who gave, 

 hallowed be thy name.

The Muslims and the Jews are blood brothers

The Muslims and the Jews are blood brothers. 

Sons of Abraham. 

So why do they want to involve the 

whole world in a family dispute?

I believe in God because...

I believe in God because of laughter

Because of crazy friends

Brilliant sunsets

Freaky birds

Weird fish

Music

and

me

A Million Angels

Every day they come into my life-
A glance, a vision, a sight, and then gone.
Never again in all my time will I see that face.
They come into our worlds in some strange ways.
Some happy, some harried, some blank, some cold.
Some thinkers, some distant, some rich, some old.
Some angry, some playful, some dreaming unaware,
On the street, the bus or a window somewhere.
They appear and I see them, and they maybe me.
Fleetingly, and then die away, never again to be.
And as night falls, for these angels I pray,
In thanks, for having made my day.

The greatest show

An urgency lingered in the cold evening air,
A nervous hastiness, a winged rush of care.
It was to be the greatest heavenly show,
The preparations had begun aeons ago.
 
Birthed in the depths of the galaxies,
The tune strung across time's fantasies.
Composed on the faith and hope of prophets,
With harp, lyre, cymbals, voice and trumpets.
 
Sopranos tuned to the songs of the breeze,
Altos flowed with the wind in the trees.
With the rivers' rise and flow the Tenors sing,
The Bass from heaven's depth a beat they bring.
 
Which celestial prince will with them rejoice?
Which glorious palace will echo their voice?
The galactic sea was to be present in full glory,
With blasts of lightning and thunder roaring.
 
But, they were told to sing for ordinary shepherds,
And a stable with animals and people unheard.
What? A shriek, a murmur, an angelic grumble,  
Is this why we really took all the trouble?
 
But when the clouds finally parted,
Over Bethlehem their doubts departed.
The most magnificent star blazed in the skies,
With the dance of a billion fireflies.
 
The great lights danced, the angels sang,
With true heart while celestial bells rang.
That day life birthed again to lie in a tiny cradle,
And the past and future met in that lowly stable.
 
And just as quickly, the night was silent again,
Mary's voice gently echoed the angels’ strain.
The promise foretold, redeemed to that mother,
Strange, her tiny son clutches a small feather.
 
A quill that would resurrect the Word,
That in the beginning formed the world.
And carved out reason and wrath,

And life's mystical eternity's path.