The oracle of life in me saying: O miserable citizens and designing men and women who whine –

Who verbal with infinite speech with manic voice and project twisted words meant to delay,

Your empire of love from rising and instead risk the falling, O wretched generation of pseudo enlightened mentality,

When does thou start the praying and behold a glorious future.

Then the oracle of life in you saying: men in the mazes of ingenuity and first in place adulation betray –

Those who toil in meaningless competition who will soon see that to board the ark one must hear the word, it so shall mark!

A brand will be left in your forehead and they will shout at you – go away – , and Noah on the prowl will say: “ come in my ark was built by the proceeds of wasted property and useless invention”,

go find a lover not drowning in the consequences of wealth.

The oracle of life in me saying: I have given you hands to find life’s way –

I have given you fine fingers not for endless twitters but for making love,

Not to be viscous to strangers in cyberspace but to be bold and hold in desirous firm grip a lovers ripe flesh, hold it close in time, that weary bosom,

I have given you lips but not for the smile and to express your pleasure but the golden kiss.

The oracle of life in us saying: together you light up the world –

Relay my message and hold close one’s of your desire and whisper the sweet essence: “my love let’s share the rose blossom”,

Don’t return to mutual distrust: “we will be poor of things and rich of spirit”.

The oracle of life in us saying: Let the bees buzz and the endless toil be forgotten –

Let peace be with you, and in your mind hold firm love as the battle rages on the plain of Gomorra,

Remember why I have given you power of choice, not to alternate between futile speculation and unconsidered actions,

But to stand in defiance against the wastrel machine, rage against that machine and in the inevitable washing flow withe me in times tide.

The oracle of life in us saying: You free me in flesh go stand into the wind and find other cherished ones –

Protect them when a cry comes from the east: a missions was launched to burn your ships,

Ask what shall be done! And what, but swim to the shore from these smoking ships,

For love can be lost and new love can be found.

The oracle of life in us saying: Take the boatman’s rope and secure and aboard –

Make your hearts for the future but recall the past and your learned failure and when twilight dimmed no longer,

Come aboard son and daughter and find the peace that no hardships dim,

Lock your hands in the long worm of my finger that dames the sea to swirl around my fist,

The clattering train or the pouring rains shall not dampen the mouth of time sucking like a sponge across the fiords turbulent, rocking in a surge of their falling ashen faces.