As I looked into my crystal ball...

there was formed a tragedy.

Oh but there’s nothing to worry about...

It was just a flash from my memory.

Well it seems that the Holiday Wheel...,

you know, the one that was between Earth

and the moon...Well any way, there was

2,000,000 killed...bodies floating in the

afternoon...



Explosions, 1,000 or more, announcing

tidal waves and Hurricanes...

And down on Earth we lost 3 continents.

Their fiery soul snuffed out by

Nature’s ice and rains...



And pieces of my life...floating,

still soaring through space...

But my sons and their wives

landed on Mars to start another race...



As I gazed upon my crystal ball,

there formed a cloud of jealousy.

But there’s nothing to feel sad about...

By this time, it’s due for only history.

Well, it seems that the Chambers of the

Gods were being emptied for good.

Why would such Heavenly beings want

to desert Earth ?

But as I watched I understood.



As the clouds turned to a Jealous

Green, which was concieved in the heart

of man...the people didn’t respect

the help of the Gods. Instead they turned against

immortal man. As they tried to defy, they

died, into the wicked pits of Hell.



Diana wept a tear after we made love

and said: “My Earthly Darling, I must bid

you farewell...The fate of your mud brothers ...

As pieces of my life...floating,

still soaring in Space...

She could have been my wife

But her time, I didn’t dare wish

to waste.



As I stared into my crystal ball,

there was formed a tearing of hearts.

Ego Armies marched antly onto view

only to be blown apart.



As the sun whispered its secret

through space...to men thinking the false pride

opposite...telling them that it was

such a disgrace to think that men were

the ruler of it. Well you know

how the story goes...the sun they thought

was their circling slave...

round and round and round the

table she goes. Some carried

the thought right to their grave...

And I smell the scorch of the

burnt out minds...who searched

for the hurting truth of space. And the

dizziness they felt inside...

reflected off the spinning

slave pebble earth...



As fragments of my life...

Some floating, some soaring in Space

Collections of my soul

will turn complete only as time will age.



As my tears drop on my crystal ball,

Magnifies the reflections of Christ.

As I blink, His angels take him away.

What he said, man tries to self

�help from God. As reward, he

wipes our blood from his eyes...

And the cross that he would

use for his throne represents

not life but death. Is this the way

all heroes go ?...Carrying the first necklace

of death...

His preaching the belief

of eternal Happiness to rest.

Or were his angels just UFOs

vapor trails lead from

another light year land...

Or was it really tomorrow’s

awakening day dream...blemished

by the smudgy finger prints of man...



And slivers of my life...floating,

still soaring in space...

And spirits of Bee hives

even they find a resting place.



As I wander through my crystal ball,

I suddenly ride upon the waves of sound.

I see platforms of launching

pads even before the first blade of

grass turned brown.



And I taste their tunnels through

the sky...As the axis turns in its womb.

Frozen flowers and animals try to

hold positions they had before

their morning bloomed...

And I follow the last rocket up

to the libraries of the moon’s meadows