Standing on my knees once again?

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abbeblabber, Roverhoofdman, uit het Woud van Everest,
Had een Baard gelijk een Zwabber, waar je Moe de Vloer mee veegt ...
Ali Baba & z'n ontelbare zeventallen van rovers, zaten weer Rond het Vuur
And the Old Man of the Mountain prepared his Evil Deeds:
After Susan took me Down to her Place near the River ...

I'm sitting down by the highway, down by that highway side,
Everybody's going somewhere, riding just as fast as they can ride,
I guess they've got a lot to do before they can rest assured, their lives are Justified: pray to God for me baby, He can let me slide .......

Cause I've been up & down this highway, far as my eyes can see,
No matter how fast I run, I can never seem to get away from me,
No matter where I am, I can't help feeling, I'm just a day away from where I Want to be: Now I'm running home baby, like a river to the sea ...

Baby, if you can see me out across this wilderness, there's just one thing
I was hoping you might guess, baby you can free me, it's
All in the power of your sweet tenderness ...

I can see it in your eyes, you've got those bright baby blues,
You don't see what you've got to gain, but you don't like to lose,
You watch yourself from the sidelines, like your life is a game you don't Mind playing, to keep yourself amused, I don't mean to be cruel baby,
But you're looking confused .......

Baby, if you can hear me, turn down your radio cause there's just one thing
I want you to know: when you've been near me I've felt the love stirring in
My soul ............

It's so hard to come by that feeling of peace, this friend of mine said -
"Close your eyes & try a few of these" ...
I thought I was flying like a bird, so far above my sorrow, but when I looked Down I was standing on my knees!

Now I need someone to help me, someone to help me please?
Baby, if you need me like I know I need you, there's just one thing I'll ask You to do: take my hand & lead me to the hole in your garden wall &
Pull me thru ...

Together with Susan in Qazvin, hitch hiking along the road, to or from,
We were picked up by a very young girl (15?) in tight white long trousers,
She was living just opposite from where we were standing, with her Mother,
Brother & Servant (Father was working & staying in Tehran) ...

They took us to a Hammam (?), a kind of Turkish Hot Sauna/Bath:
Very nice food after so many days on the road ... (Paradise Ghyacer)
Quarantinecamp after Herat, because of an outbreak of cholera (horrible Injections & Susan got Yellow all over from forced dirty hepatitis needles?)

Rice & vegetables & meat & Persian delicacies, delivered thru the ages,
Remember Ahasuerus: being fed up with old Vashti & choosing young Virgin Esther/Hadassa at the time of Adolf Haman Stalin & old Mordecai, sitting in the Gate, not bowing down for dirty Haman & his crowd ...

Talking rather more with our hands & feet than with our tongues,
Late to bed & then we couldn't sleep so exited we were from each other:
Later again went silently to our bed (Farideh I still love you!) ...
I've never ever before or after smelled someone so nice .......

Like the Heavenly Paradise they keep talking about with the 70 virgins:
Waiting for all those eager wasted disappointed Big Heroes ...
Maybe there are also 70 young boys waiting: for the female bombers?
Shouldn't joke about such serious sad & tragic matters ...

Saddam was the US's Big Friend & supplied with all kinds of ABC-poisons by those who later attacked him, to Fight Iran! Also a former Ally of the Alley ... (achterbuurten der wereld vol van rekruten waiting to be hired!)

And anyway: how will she & her pretty friends & relatives feel now after:
So many years of Khomeinic Madness with struggling Ayatolla's up till now?

In India it was also something like that, but much more relaxed:
The Jainfamily with Dinesh, who painted very well & will be a doctor by now,
& Mokesh, Sushma & Ajay living in a little bungalow at Schoollane near the
Bengali Market & Babar Road in New Delhi ...

Another family in the city of Madras, (very hot & without mosquitonet it Would have been like Hell) ...
A farm on the countryside of Kerala (twins with long white sari's) ...
So peaceful & quiet ....... (like in Bjork's Song: and Suddenly ...)

& On the countryside of Varanasi near the "holy" Mother Ganga & Buddha's
Birthplace ...
Under the Bodhi-Tree (ficus religiosa) surrounded by fallen figs .......

Nazareth & Beit Lechem (broodhuis) Come Into My House: Eat, Drink, Sleep! Just Take Your Time! No Hurry & Nothing to Worry about for Now ...

Kfar Nachoem (aan het Harpmeer): zware zwarte basaltblokken nog steeds!
Ararat after the Disaster of the Black Sea Flood: the First Rainbow arc arch- Warrior who loved also ardent spirits ...

Jesus, why am I writing all this?
Will it ever stop or only when I'm in Alzheimer's arms as an 88 year old?

In the meantime there's nothing left but breathing deeply in & out ...

Make life just a bit more simple & caring ...
Till death do us part!
Amen


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