Regretting Vegas

To What do I owe this pleasant visit?
Oh please do sit.
your handshake is so firm and formal .
I am the man you are looking for no doubt-
that is my name on the door.
How may I help you?
I see. . .
Yes I have not forgotten my debt to you boss,
I'll have the money soon. . .
oh. . . it's too late?
Well of course I understand -
I am a business man . . .
and this is business too - unfinished 
I'd prefer loooking out the window for a moment if you do not mind-
it is such a pleasant view.

Now.

(BANG) (BANG)- - - (THUD)

A man wanting change

He walked through the rain as if water wasn't falling.
one palm held out , palm up, knuckles down, catching air-
Like a neglected bird bath.
His other hand which quaked with fear, wrenched onto holy script.
From his mouth poured the blasphemy of god unto man.
It seemed even the rain attempted to shirk his remarks.
People walked onwards -
his words leaving little impact,
and his hand still barren.

Recyclable miracles

Isn't it amazing?
how we are all here.
The trillions of particles in space that came together to make earth and the life on it. We are all made of stardust and light and energy. our life forces are just as temporary as a shooting star. life will be over in a blink. yet time is irrelevant. What we do does not matter in the end of things. Who we love or hate meaningless to the flow of time. We all are apart of a bigger energy that envelops our pitiful and insignificant existence. We are all the same, we are each other. When you hurt someone, you hurt yourself.When you love someone, you love yourself.
We are all recyclable.
We are all so unique that we are bound to happen again.
Everything is doomed to repeat.
We are the ever changing inconstant beings whom the temporary means everything, the past special, and the future detrimental . If only we would realize that yesterday and tomorrow are the same. In the end all we are is stardust whirling together in space waiting to be a miracle again.
Just recyclable miracles.