Woke up this morning..

You woke up this morning
Got yourself a gun,
Mama always said you'd be
The Chosen One. 
She said: You're one in a million
You've got to burn to shine,
But you were born under a bad sign,
With a blue moon in your eyes.

You woke up this morning
All the love has gone,
Your Papa never told you
About right and wrong. 
But you're looking good, baby,
I believe you're feeling fine,
Born under a bad sign
With a blue moon in your eyes. 

You woke up this morning
The world turned upside down,
Thing's ain't been the same
Since the Blues walked into town. 
But you're one in a million
You've got that shotgun shine.
Born under a bad sign,
With a blue moon in your eyes

When you woke up this morning,
You got yourself a gun.

Ironic..

People are strange.
Morrisson sang about it, and we all have raised our hands in exasperation at the utter irrationality and inherent contradiction in someone's behaviour at one point of time or another.
I was stumped by the vastly different standards that a certain person employed towards themselves, others and me. And the bizzare manifestation of said standards in everyday behaviour.
Till it hit me.. I'm the one who's unusual here.. 'Do unto others....' is not a universally accepted way of life for most people.
Morrisson was right..

People are strange, when you're a stranger..

A Walk on Mars..

This very day, Great Mars,
I traverse thy desolate plains.
and wander lonely as a cloud,
bereft of darkened rains.

How many weary steps
upon rusted soil o'ergone.
How far the travels
from Man's first dawn.

If sight could sing,
o what composeth the eyes,
both rejoice the splendor
whence songs arise.

Great Mars, what majestic secrets
unrevealed still,
What mysteries doth
thou shroud yonder hill?

O spark of life that
struggles to be free,
on Earth fertile cresent,
why should this a desert be?

Eclipse

All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save.
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy
Beg borrow or steal.
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say.
All that you eat
And everyone you meet
All that you slight
And everyone you fight.
All that is now
All that is gone
All that's to come
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.