Two Way Road Far from Home
I
Today, the old day Feb. the 19th in the year 2010
Is visiting his home
Where he was born
A home a land that’s covered with snow
Thank you God and your Nature
For enabling the old time
And the old day to come back

A cold and a beautiful day has risen
Before the sun rose and the snow melted
Thank you God for everything
And for the two way road
That’s far from home
A home where the truth was born
II
Magnificent Nature, you are so beautiful and good
Every Day is visiting his home
Where he was born
And friends visit friends
Throughout the days of the four seasons

Today is a beautiful day
And it is cold
Mother Earth’s face is covered with snow
I am so happy
To see my old friend
The one I fed last year
Has come back
My friend, the bluejay is back.

My old bones heal as does the branch of the old tree
Where my friend the bluejay
Sits and rest

Thank you God for everything
And for the two way road
That’s far from home
A home where truth was born
III
Today, the old day Feb. 19th
Is visiting his home
Where he was born
Mother Earth’s face
Is covered with snow
The bluejay searches for food
And so are human beings
They’re searching for truth
And for healthy food

Truth is here
God and His Nature’s truth
Are sitting on the health food store shelves

Liars, believers and non-believers
The smart and the wise
All stand and wait
On the same long line
To buy and to pay
For God’s and His Nature’s
Everlasting Truth

Thank you God for everything
And for the two way road
That’s far from home
Good God, please bring us home

1

They called me poor.

I was not poor. I lacked food and clothing

I did not have money; I was not poor

My heart was rich, rich, the same as the heart of the rich

Poor, are beautiful people

Same as the rich, with a rich heart.

2

They called me poor

with their big sorrow

those who were poor in their hearts

those who always did and still do

stand like a fence between the rich and the poor

stand like a fence between people

who lack clothing and money

and people who have everything

and who have a rich heart.

3

They call us poor

with their big sorrow

Always, for the first time

they throw us their promises

The second time they throw us

bones with some meat

and for the last time,

through the long century,

again and again, they threw us “clean” bones and dirty hate

a hate which always falls between

what they call, us, the poor,

and the rich, with a rich heart

4

They called me poor

I was not poor; my heart was rich

rich, the same as those who have

everything, and a rich heart,

POOR, if rich, with a rich

heart, didn’t exist, there

would be no “poor,” and

there wouldn’t be those

who feed us with “clean”

bones and dirty hate

and no one would be able to say

that an animals’ world exists!

5

They call us poor, and the rich, rich

They feed us with sorrow and hate

POOR, we should never call ourselves, poor

but we should change our life’s

psychology and philosophy,

as quickly as possible

We must stop working, for THOSE,

and supporting and holding

the life’s fence,

between, what they call us,

the poor and the rich.

6

I wonder, “Who are THEY?”

Throughout the long century

THEY haven’t YET found and established

their first and last name

THEY don’t know any better

because they never worked

and they still don’t work.

They were never poor

and they were never rich,

but they eat, and live,

with an empty, hungry, heart.

7

World, the young, the poor

and the rich, with a rich heart

you can do it together

You can “turn” this world around

and feed those

who call us, poor, and the rich, rich

with so much less

Young world, God will not punish you

and I’m sure work will not

let them starve, but if it does,

the world will not be held responsible

Poor and rich, with a rich heart

this is my rich life’s philosophy

with one beating heart

8

They called me poor

those who never stopped flying around

the world, and leaving their eggs

in other birds’ nests, like

the cuckoo birds, and then fly

away, AMERICA, fly away

searching for a new home, a new nest.

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Wisdom, here is the world’s answer. At our present time, if the devil were to die, some of us would be happy and some of us would cry.

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World Wisdom, the termites are winning.