Speculations

Words wash over me, a symphony of bliss,
I sit back and enjoy with only one wish...
that I can make something as beautiful as this.

Music entrances me, captures me in its beauty,
conforms me to its ways, and happily sets me free.
The devil knocks, but I don't let him in.

Voices from a speaker, angelic choruses of elegance,
making me forget the one person whom I miss...

"I wake up, lonely..."

It rocks me, soothes me, is me,
I feel something growing...

It could be in English, or French, or Russian,
it could tempt me, lead me to sin,
or guide me, along the path...

My liberal thinking, combined with orthodox values,
clash in a might battle, and chaos ensues...
good will always win, evil can't be sustained...

"There's a new crime, sexual suicide..."

Good people, where are you? Why do you hide?
Good people, bring up this feeling from inside...
go out and do good...

The world collapses in ignorance, fueled by arrogance,
babies are killed, blacks are shot, whites are shot,
and the devil sits back and laughs.

Don't be a courier for the end of the world...

"Be the change that you wish to see in the world."