Lord, I believe in You.
Hope, You believe in me too.

Leaving my massacred city/ trying to escape

In the wider sense of things, every town is a big town.
My beloved city of vicious gunfights and brilliant poppy!
I will not forget of the days you nursed me to life
with water dripping from your festering wounds
You were once a city that rose from a field of dream, morning after morning,
Now you lay massacred in my arms.
Your drunken walls are falling over the bullet riddled streets
Every rundown street leads to the edge of some blown up field
And graphics of spilled blood left uncleaned for lasting effects.
So much bloodshed in the street, every time the traffic light turns red
I run for cover to hide my unknown face behind a wall of glass.

Be not angry with me, my maternal city, born of the rays of morning star.
I got to lay you down some place and I got to get me out o’here to some place,
Way beyond that untouchable space, if possible.
All I got is a bagful of cheap tricks learned in your whore houses
But not much education.
They take me so far, so far as the end of the street and not much beyond.
“Why walk when you can fly” is what others say. Too bad, I cannot fly!
I was born a fish with a pair of fins that for a while won’t be becoming wings .
Days of my life are numbered, although I do not know how many there are.
I believe Death will come soon knocking at my window.
I got to think up something before it is too late to worry about.
But when you got no education and the brain has no regulations,
It always dreams what it wants to dream.
And it often dreams of spilled blood in a blown up field of poppy.
And soon, I too start to bloom like a poppy without petals
at the bottom of a ditch which was once a city.

I like a bit of drama but this is much more than I can handle.
Time goes by and no amount of drama can stop it.
I am thinking of long and dry summer landscape
filled with stones in the dust
Wondering how not to find myself
at the foot of a busted rainbow.

Building Balance Sheet

Lines - struck out, words - highlighted
For emphasis,
Faces - erased from memory,
Strange words bringing life to my voice,
All daylong I edit in and I edit out the hours.
What I added to the morning,
I canceled it out in the evening.
See, how I play tricks with life, and it lets me
Get away with them, time and again.
But in the profit and loss analysis
My days look like one messed up balance sheet
Restated many times over for clarity.
A scheming being getting lost
In the labyrinth of his own design!

Let me grow dizzy

Twirl me, twirl me around your fingers,
O Lord, and let me grow dizzy in loving you.

Names

Kenneth Lay Enron Corporation Bernard Madoff Bernard L. Madoff Investment Securities LLC. R. Allen Stanford Stanford Group Conrad Black Hollinger International Bernie Ebbers WorldCom Dennis L. Kozlowski Tyco International Jeffrey Skilling Enron Corporation Abraham Kennard Pastor Milorad Rod R Blagojevich Illinois Governor Al Parish Professor Charleston Southern University Lou Pearlman Andrew Kissel Barton Watson Charles Ponzi Theoneste Bagosora Rwanda Augustin Bizimungu Robert Mugabe Marion Barry Paul Greenwood Stephen Walsh Westridge Capital Mgmt Mark Bloom North Hill Fund Stephen Walsh Paul Greenwood W.G. Trading Co. Dr. Charles Smith Pathologist City of Toronto Madoff made off Dr. Cecil B. Jacobson Reproductive Genetics Center Ltd Dr. Quincy Fortier