hummy hum hum

Here I present a song... although I have yet to come up with the tune. For I have yet to master Maria, by dear geetar. But that's what five-week ACC classes are for! I'll impress my teacher with my composition. I'm sure my performance will blush in comparison to those three Who concerts he saw in the 70's... yes, THREE. oh to live in the seventies ... well at least I still live on sugar mountain, until the 25th of this month when I leave the hood of aged teens and join the ranks of ambitious whippersnappers. We'll see how I do.

I don't know what to name this yet... it's about a human I know. However it's for everybody I think, even myself. They are sort of stuck in a denial of who they are. They want to be magnificent by means of acting in character. This character is different for everybody and could change with the seasons, whatever the case it is not who they are.
However, the reality is they are magnificent in their simple quirks, their simple strengths, and their simple humanity. God-given humanity, vulnerability, friendship is beautiful ... it's the root of us and Yeshua, like in Eden.

Please note: "kaka de ojos" is a term of endearment from a fwiend... referring to sleepy dust, of which I have an abundance when I greet the mornings.

So read this if you want... & soon Maria and I hope to have a melody.

You were a lion once
Strong and mighty and good
And now I see you are a worm

You were a smile once
Bright and clear and generous
And now I see you are a sour patch

You were a human once
A friend, without a mirror
And now I see you fly above the earth

Come why can’t we return to the dirt, resting in the cool earth, beneath the deep pensive skies;
Why can’t you like these teeny seeds in my palms, the kaka de ojos in my eyes.
Why can’t you come back to your roots? Come back to da roots…

You used to be a lion,
And now you’re just a worm
But I see you turning into a butterfly

You used to smile,
Like pink eye, oh so contagious
But I see you forming the fruit goodness

You were human,
And now you joined the men of steel
But I see you returning to the dirt.

Come why can’t we return to the dirt, resting in the blue earth, beneath the deep pensive skies;
Why can’t you like these teeny seeds in my palms, the kaka de ojos in my eyes.

Come why can’t we return to the dirt, taking in the scent of humanity, at peace with all the irrationality
Why can’t you like the love of a lover, even the like of a friend like me?
Why can’t you come back to your roots? Come back to da roots…

Foxes have their holes, birds have their nests, roos have their kangas,
We have the earth, we have the earth, we have each other, since when was that so smelly? The best thing on earth was always peanut butter and jelly.

(this peanut butter and jelly is smelly-possible title?)