Keep Still My Jittery Bug

Keep stilll my jittery bug
Nobody is here to harm you
Big brother is around and so with him too

Just remember not to bring home the ballot
Or the metal machines too
Leave them where you found them
Maybe the memories will follow you around

Who knows, it may wrap the food you nibble on
As you quietly rest in a little nook
Your little ones may not be around for the moment
Don't you know these are for them and you
As you turn around each corner...Turn your sail properly too....

Staring At A Blank Wall

My child...My life...staring at a blank wall again....
No kinetic energy from your eyes can leave a trace of you
Unless you work with your kneading hands
From clay or sand or from nature's hue

Each dream you weave with your wand
Has to be quantified by making it matter to others too
So when you cross this path again somebody can guide you
Who knows, I might tag along too.....

Your Dreams Are So Expensive My Polly

Your dreams for an organ is so expensive my Polly
I am confused on the wants you are showing
Do you want to sing alone without accompaniment?
Asking for an organ without specifying

Is it a noble heart that you want?
Or a soldier's trumpet after a gun salute
Or you want a fencing acrobat from McDonald
Maybe a King with his Excalibre Sword

Or maybe to drink and dine with a stranger
As the Knight Percival searched for a Grail
Now transformed into wooden sticks
Used in a nine-ball billiard table

Don't expect for any commision coming
For you have spent all questions jamming

Selective Memory

I have been using selective memory eversince
As a teaching "Many are called but few are chosen"
To survive within our own existense
As a toddler or within a mother's womb?

To care for self and for the family where I stemmed
Tying the knot, I had seven siblings, with both parents
Now we are three myself, my better-half, and a son
All trapped in the computer jungle, still happily surviving

As I have chanced in the net of a stemmed cell theory
We are truly created for the Father's Kingdom
From a song "My Cup Overfloweth With Love"
Some will offer to catch it and offer it around

In the modern bussiness of franchising as coined
There's room for everyone guided from the center
For His command to "Go on and Multiply"
Sending messages at His Time

For His laws in Genesis within the Heavenly Creation
Recreating itself from Bedrock to the City
From the Jacks coming from the hills
Or from the the Lost City of Krakatoa in Java

Some poets or captain will guide you
Like a voice coming from Heaven

Nine Golden Carps

I feel like a Golden Carp in a little pond

Safe from being dragged into an unkown shore

For the pond built in the garden of my Father

Has a basin beneath that prevents overflow



Than be like a floating casino outside our domain

Where sharks will feed on our flesh within golden scales

I can only offer the beauty I represent holding the Holy Grail

Sustained by the bread offered at His table


Then that gives me the energy to swim around

For spectors to savor in mighty splendour

To payback the due for our keeping

Safely and peacefully in His Kingdom

Medusa

She lived alone in a cave, this Medusa

With live snakes in her head

Started with sins that Eve commited

To sentence doom to those who erred





For those who came by, seeking for quest

Who stared into her hypnotic eyes

She suddenly turn them into stone

Where men would stumble around




Like a rock in the Garden of Eden
That was thrown away out of paradise

Because of an apple Eve ate with Adam

Layed bare their plans

From these stones, churches were built

All around the world to welcome all men

To the Father's Mansions with so many rooms

Ready for each heart where he resides

Lady I See

Lady Mother, in people around, I see you with your son
In leaders of the land and the lowly poor
Still clinging to your children giving them shelter
Being a mother to all through your children

From generation to generation you have passed His teachings
Receiving messages directly from heaven
Without asking for anything but their keeping
With your womb that you unselfishly shared

In the person of the bred or the unleavened
From the Hanging Gardens of Babylon
Before the time of your child
You are truly a dedicated one

I see you in architectural beauty by men
From Taj Mahal in India built for a Persian Queen
It was taught as I song in my elementary grades
Rendered it in water color in High School, start of the race

Men proclaimed his coming, before his time
Rendering their part, with compensation or without
They called you to their palaces, in every part of the world
Until Jesus showed a home, for young or old

Mama Mary guide us through your children
Staying foot at your home without denying anyone
People and events I encounter shared, showed Him
Trusting now within guided by the Father's Light