Middle East Souls

The souls that left
are not souls left
though we kept them not
The souls we lost
are not souls lost
though we saved them not
The souls that are left
be now so dear
though it seems not clear
The souls tonight know not their plight
though they have full rights
The souls these lands want love to reign
so that blood won't rain
Listen to the mamoth crowd crying in pain
Harken to their weary songs praying for gain
May the world rise as one:
Make peace tonight

Aha! It must happen at last
Merry again
Alas! It must happen dear soon
Bonding again
When all be sane and plain
When all remain so sane:
Share love tonight

Middle East Souls
your day is due I know
and due be what is due
Peace!
Middle East Souls
your rights will write its due
and none will stem the dews
Peace!
And by the middle road of give and take
I bind the will, the zeal, the deal
I... be the Prophet of Peace


Nothing in the current bloodbath makes sense at all. The situation in Iraq is deteriorating by the minute. The kids are in an inhuman world, in which nothing matters and matters are nothing - no matter what!

Can Tony Blair and George Bush dream up something new, and fast, pleeeeeze?

Those kids and their mothers don't deserve one more minute of the mayhem, the carnage, the horrors. No! No!! No!!!

Faceless Friends In Cyber-Town

"FACELESS FRIEND"......
All of a sudden, I know
Then, by the sudden, I know not
Here, by the morning, I see
There, by same morning, I see not
What a cyber thrill
and the grill to heal
It is the business of souls
and the soulness of life
Friends!
What a way....by ways
and a show both ways
in Cyber-Town
I sing for you
Friends!
What a day....by days
as we grow each day
for Cyber-Joy
I stay by thee
Far, from the humming lines
I hear no word but warmth
Free in the skyping world
I have free tease with ease
It is a prof, by the scruff
as in a scoff, with love
Hahaha!
Soon, it will be type
or a voice
or a clip
Soon, it may be hype
or a toss
and a clap
Boon - it be their climb
with both souls skyping away
Hohoho!

In this nipping and sapping of brains
sense be not in vain
For these penting and venting of strains
dense be more the gain
Then you wonder: What be friends
as you ponder this ya friend
True to life, true of life
And, thanks to them
yahoo voice be game as well
Merry willy, very nilly
you ask a question of self:
Are they real...be they true
can I see, may I feel
Testing the meaning of life
Yeah, yeah
Dearly willy, clearly nilly
you task the question by them:
May I deal....is this real
can they feel, am I thrill
Giving a meaning to life
Yeah, yeah
Then, it dawns....as it draws:
Not all be face, though all can trace
Google is game
Skype be frame
Yahoo be same
No matter how they tame
a face be worth the trace
Or we may sing sans soul.....
to ffFACELESS ffFRIENDS!!


I have been endlessly fascinated by both the reasons and our seasons of CyberSpace. The whole invention, not minding our intentions, has been one thrilling orchestra. What we now do with the music is each soul's private business. Haven't there always been "good" and "bad" in all things we have? Don't answer.

My professor friend was teasing the absence of pix on my Skype. In answering, I pointed all the way to my Yahoo, my Google, and MSN. No pix! Nor do my blogs or other points. You are a "Faceless Friend"! What a charge from high brain!!

Oh yes, friend.....guilty as charged.

Now, if you look around, and check all round, there are too many citizens of CyberSpace hiding around. Residents of Cyber-Town are acting in tow. And we must. There is so much freedom floating about as we bout. Revellers in Cyber-Joy are having a blast. No matter.

Pix...Yes. Pix...No. Small matter.

But as you lash, dear prof, I may be "powdering" for one!

Apology

APOLOGY...
If by this culvert I failed
how may I pass the bridge
If by this dinner I belched
how may I savour the oats
If by not saying I goofed
when will I master the lines

Little master, mighty matter
a master is a master
as the banter get to matter
Hold me
Bigger master, tiny matter
a matter drive the banter
as the master remain master
Hold me

APOLOGY...
In this lobby down a journey
when will I trade right
As this journey though be wobbly
no harm be ever meant
Let this culvert the bridge not be
Believe
Let this banter the break not be
Retreat
May this matter the map not be
Resist

As we huddle and argue again
our days will be the gain
As we battle and nibble in pain
our nights be not in vain
So believe, if you do
it will pay its bill
Now believe, as you will
it be a matter of time


All relations and relationships must be tested. The first steps are in healthy friction and happy conflicts. If badly managed....you guess it!...hell will be NOT very far away.

Solution? Remedy? Panacea? Insurance? Or low-cost mitigator? APOLOGIES!

Be honest, simple-not-simplistic, contrite and conciliatory. This be true of homes as among nations. It held before, it holds today, and will hold for aye.

Damn not the cut....cure the cause!