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Forgiveness heals, my friend, heals the wounds that kill.
There is a greener tomorrow, not just pain and sorrow.
Forgiveness heals, my friend, calms crisis and fury.
The scariest month will be over, ending is the race for power.

Forgiveness heals, my friend, with the easy word.
Forgiveness heals all time, it won’t hurt.

Update on the situation, displaced people, human cost.
Starving people in the millions, dugging of the graves.
Sectarian violence. Creation of opportunities
connects the communities, reshapes lives.

Forgiveness heals, my friend, with the easy word.
Forgiveness heals all time, it won’t hurt.

Control over energy resources, water and oil.
Commanders resign, teen suicide bombers come.
Doping bans and battle lines, guilt of corruption.
What is it that makes them so unhappy?

Forgiveness heals, my friend, with the easy word.
Forgiveness heals all time, it won’t hurt.

Forgiveness heals, my friend, the ugly and personal.
Time it is for new stimulus, it can happen anywhere.
Forgiveness heals, my friend, it’s the rising from crisis.
Global efforts and losses, families flee behind enemy lines.

Forgiveness heals, my friend, with the easy word.
Forgiveness heals all time, it’s a grace.

 
 
(© 2007 Michel Montecrossa)

Went straight to my home,
went straight into cities of unknown man.
Went straight to my home,
went straight into places of Future Dreams.
Went into the garden
and saw the Ray
and heard the song of Future Man.

I can touch you with thoughts
rivers alone are able to see.
I can touch you with warmth
only hearts of love are able to feel.
I sing you a song,
I give you the tune
of that planet so great as your Soul,
of that planet so great as your Soul.

Don’t you hear deep within -
don’t you hear the pounding of movements
chanting songs of the earth?
Don’t you see this bright vision
and the smile of her skies
great with splendors of Mother’s Sun?
Don’t you see, don’t you hear?
Don’t you feel, don’t you dream?
Friend, Great Planet and perfect Real.

Went straight to my home,
went straight into cities of unknown man.
Went straight to my home,
went straight into places of Future Worlds.

Went into the garden
and saw the Ray
and heard the song of Perfect Man.

The great lion voices,
the thunder and roar of trumpets Divine.
The great pearling dawns,
the Word and the Answer of unending ages.
The sweetness of birth
and might of becoming,
the anthem of Youth and of Love.

Great Planet, Great Vision:
my child, ‘neath the blossoms
of Truth you shall dwell.
Great Planet of Victory.
Great Planet of Life and Mind and of Spirit.
Beauty of Grace
and endless Tomorrow!
Great Planet of Change and Fulfillment.

 
 
(© 2007 Michel Montecrossa)

Acts are our duty to fulfill
we all came down upon the earth.

Not to sit and wait till others do
is the reason for our living here.

Warriors are we of light and love
fighting with weapons of conscious force.

We can do what all we know
deep within immortal souls.

We can act in our relations
as we can act in our hearts.

We can build a better future
bright and strong with Light of Love.

We can be the helping saviour
for the starving earth.

We can be the living angels
for all the beings now enslaved.

We can act and we can be
what is given by Eternity.

Acts are our duty to fulfill
we all came down upon the earth.

Not to sit and wait till others do
is the reason for our living here.

We are warriors in a battle
fought with weapons of conscious Grace.

 
 
(© 2007 Michel Montecrossa)

New President, new Power,
new Action, new Intentions
and I hope for sure: new also the direction.

New President in our country,
new President in another country,
new President in any country,
new President; who is that?

One President there is almost no-one knows.
Looking after all the things human and more.
New President wherever you are,
new President, whoever you are:
take the lead, show the way of the One I mentioned.

Don’t be another fool
believing himself to be someone
without really knowing the One:
Don’t be such a fool.

Don’t be another president
but be the true President
telling Truth, bringing Peace,
working for World-Union on this Earth.

New President, new Power, new Action,
new Intentions
and I hope for sure: new also the direction.

 
 
(© 2007 Michel Montecrossa)

As the battle came to an end
there was one bitter last blow,
one last kill, one last wound,
one last shot, one last bomb,
one last breath of poison.

Soon the ruins will be quiet,
calm the cratered earth
and morning fog will no longer hide
the enemy brother and the weapon he got.
As the battle came to an end
someone was there who thought of God.

And he knew the tears will not
end so soon, nor will pain go.
Battles end but struggle still goes on,
will go on…
I would like to see
my home so free
as is my soul’s, my soul’s ecstasy.
Yes, I would like to be.

I would like to be
free as the Master is in His Consciousness.
Free as the Truth and the Answer
to all the battles that can ever be.
Deep within burned this thought.

And I knew with tears of hope
and I saw with vision’s strength
that this pain and battle won’t be in vain,
won’t be in vain…

As the battle came to an end
there was one bitter last blow,
one last kill, one last wound,
one last shot, one last bomb,
one last breath of poison.

Soon the ruins will be quiet,
calm the cratered earth
and morning fog will
no longer hide
the enemy brother and the weapon he got.
As the battle came to an end
someone was there who thought of God.

And he knew the tears will not
end so soon, nor will pain go.
Battles end but struggle still goes on,
will go on till the hour comes, the hour comes.

 
 
(© 2007 Michel Montecrossa)

I’m living on a globe
somewhere in the space-time-whole.
I’m living on a globe
somewhere in this universe.
I’m living on a globe,
I think, if I remember right, man did name it earth.

There was a garden on this earth,
I think it was called paradise.
But in there, they were so paranoid
they could not simply go ahead
with living and becoming and loving
like flowers under the sun.

Now I’m living on a globe
almost outside the space-time-whole.
I’m living on a globe
in the grip of some monster-man.
I’m living on a globe,
I think some times back it was named earth.

O my child, what has happened?
I see clouds of doom in the air.
I see the fishes dying
and the birds falling from the sky
and without pity the orator
inside his concrete dome.
O my child, protect your paradise,
do not listen to the old,
they are in love with the grave,
but you are in love with life.

We are living on a globe
somewhere in the space-time-whole
I call sweet earth ‘cause so sweet she once was.
Oh, pardon me, sweet lady, that I am only a man.

Come closer, my son, and listen with all your heart.
Do me a favor and help me to save my sweet earth.
Please, do not follow all those who are killing her life.

Be with me, my daughter,
and remember my anguished prayer.
Remember it well for the day
when your children will come
so sweet and so helpless,
cradled by our sweet earth.

And tell them softly with the shining stars,
they should not grow and become strong to destroy
and to kill and be greedy
at the earth’s expense.

Tell them to be
full of wisdom and full of love.
And remind them who has helped them
to grow and be so strong
and tell them that I always
loved my sweet earth.

O Lord, I can see
that time is no longer on our side.
But I pray: Give us one more chance.
Let us find your paradise once again.
Let us teach those around us
through your living Love.
Let us prepare for You
a place on Your sweet earth.

 
 
(© 2007 Michel Montecrossa)

The poet of the untrodden path
leadin’ away from the snake of wrath
is listenin’ to the sphinx in his heart.
He’s from the cradle expecting the hard.
Wake up, wake up from the near to the far.
Wake up, wake up: The world is at war.

Wake up to the facts that are naked.
Food prices are rising, everywhere there is hatred:
Housing and energy for the price of your life.
You can hang yourself, you can try your knife.
Wake up, wake up: Touch the bloody ground.
Wake up, wake up: It’s your organs they want.

There’s a trauma of the earth.
Ego-sucker can’t explain.
But I see her wounds and fell her pain.
Trouble now is in her rain.
Wake up, wake up from the near to the far.
Wake up, wake up to the mother heart.

I don’t know if you do know:
It’s terrible to know what the hell knows.
I’m allright in the purpose of it all.
Even if one rises, even if one falls.
Wake up, wake up from the near to the far.
Wake up, wake up to be free at last.

Wake up to relations that last,
relations of love and not boredom of heart.
Wake up to the need of the newborn one,
the need for love and tender warmth.
Wake up, wake up from the near to the far.
Wake up, wake up to a friendly star.

 
 
(© 2007 Michel Montecrossa)

War kills in business.
War kills at home.
You know the answer, honey,
but you do the wrong.
What will you do when killers come to you?
We’ve gone a long way, still don’t know what to do.

War kills for sure, is dirty business.
But business is strong and you want your easiness.
What will you do when killers come to you?
You don’t know and nobody will know you.

War kills even lovers when they turn to hate.
You can’t find a job when you make mistakes.
What will you do when killers come to you?
If you don’t care for others, nobody cares for you.

War kills everybody, is strong with deadly doom.
If you don’t want to be true, what else you want to do?
What will you do when killers come to you?
If you don’t want to listen, nobody listens to you.

War is no good story, hides the answer from within.
Stay with your lovers and make them all a-sing.
What will you do when sunshine comes to you?
I guess you know the answer and me I’m happy too.

 
 
(© 2007 Michel Montecrossa)

Earth and Moon Tribal!

I hear the voice of the poet bright
dancin’ along the horizon:
“Sweet is the song which nature brings!
Come forth and bring with you a heart
thatwatches and receives.”

Earth and Moon Tribal!

“Eons have passed and summers
with the length of deep long winters.
And again I hear the waters rolling
from their mountain-springs with sweet inland murmur.
Once again do I behold the steep and lofty cliffs.”

Earth and Moon Tribal!

“They on a wild secluded scene impress
the landscape with the quiet of the sky.
The day is come when I again repose here,
waiting for the full-moon night,
and see the wild green landscape, its sensation sweet.”

Earth and Moon Tribal!

“I feel them in the blood and along the heart,
and passing on into my conscious soul
with tranquil, nameless pleasure,
secret, unremembered acts of kindness and love…”

Earth and Moon Tribal!

 
 
(© 2007 Michel Montecrossa)

I’m the voice of peace,
the voice of knowledge
and not of ignorance.
I’m the voice of hope,
the voice of love
and not of dope.

I’m the voice of freedom,
the voice of light
and not of fight.
I’m the voice of friendship,
the voice of givin’
and not of takin’.

I’m the voice of strength,
the voice of change
and not of pain.
I’m the voice of joy,
the voice of bliss
and not of doom.

I’m the voice of soul,
the voice of all
and not of the fall.
I’m the voice of union,
the voice of growin’
and not of failin’.

I’m the voice of life,
the voice of enjoyin’
and not of denyin’.
I’m the voice of future,
the voice of doin’
and not of refusin’.

I’m the voice of the globe,
the voice of the call
and not of war.

 
 
(© 2007 Michel Montecrossa)