Healing Prayers

Prayer for healing and well being

Dear saints, God Most High, and all those of righteous standing who rest above, intervene for us all, peace healing and well being is sought for the people of this world, mercy please and understanding in this time of great change, many worry and are in distress, their feelings and emotions trapped inside their hearts, you have intervened many times and your guiding light inspires, show us your mercy and understanding once more, we have gone to the abyss, made silly mistakes and were stubborn as well, have pity on us all and let us all love once more, may this prayer be a step in the right direction, one that all that believe in you can say and understand, amen, great miracles were used by the great prophets and Jesus to teach us your ways, in your mercy let us encounter them again and grow in love and faith as well, in your divine mercy and power we trust, amen.

The WISDOM of SOLOMON

God Most High has heard it all, the excuses, the tricks, the double cross, the triple cross, the myriad if ah’s and oh,s. the omg’s, the lot, the promises, the oaths sworn and discarded, the bribery, the levels of corruption, the sleepers waiting in the grass, but he loves children, so for all the future plans, what is the manifestation of all these good thoughts?, are we seriously going to criminalize children, you over there who hides his fantasies from his wife,  .yes judge, we are aware of your interest in little ones, at least your not a cross dresser, oh. And you there looking over my shoulder , yes, you now, you require so much patience, remember the time you got caught in the woods, and they let you off, well you’ve been under their hold ever since, do I need to go on. The very select audience totally silent, what was just said total reality, they could hardly breathe. Monsignor Murphy, the only one he didn’t refer to, his throat dry, will he go back all those years he thought,

“perhaps william is right, this is a time to forgive, it that what your saying Jim?”

“but he ..”

“but what, you are willing to incur the wrath”enquired another one on the audience...

The five men in the room stopped. They’d forget themselves. Each one trying to dim their thoughts. No longer the local citizens of integrity, their secrets a little deeper, till the prophet came along.

“jim what do you suggest, you being the…”

Monsignor Murphy didn’t have time to finish his sentence.

“you all are here, because you behaved as judges, while hiding your real selves!”

So much confusion reigns, so few good decisions, there are questions, we need enlightenment, fear of love is destroying the world, and fear of wisdom will, so many children going to school, fear in their minds and hearts, pretending all is right, this Is fouling the pathways of the heart, there is no compromise, it’s change or bust, personal interests have to be put aside, this is new or nothing, God Most High is not the bargaining type, he is the responsive type, so, as they, the wisdom of Solomon is required, whatever that turns out to be….

To be continued…………….

Ray Charles and the Rays of Light

Rays of light, keep them coming, I’m singing in heaven, I’m in heaven, playing golf with champions, but I’m winning, can’t find the soap, where is it, what now asks God most high, who doesn’t like wash time interruptions, a crisis where he asks, then keeps on scrubbing. List is long, volcanic ash rare enough, volcanoes, too much of a clean up, good old thunderstorm will suffice, calls in the weather angel and asks his advice. Last time, getting impatient, a torrential rain shower, but they soon stopped misbehaving, is that what you want. God wonders, I really have to act, looks at the wall sees the great list, at the bottom is written, they are allowed to behave as they wish. A storm it’s all I’m allowed, till we get a new batch of angels, what else is there to do. Told you didn’t I so pay me, smiles the fallen angel in the devils den, who hands him the reigns of Europe, for a limited time to dwell. Lightening rain fire and hail, all the devils men have been given

Advance warning,  lasts a weekend the clean up lasts a month. It happens more often now, these interruptions are getting too regular, I’ll track them more closely, get stuck in myself get involved. Insurance claims department good place to look, God gets a job working late night shift, doing all that janitor stuff, has time to look through the files. Odd, very odd indeed, someone has been misbehaving, these claims, they were all increased recently. Profits slow we need more, a petrol shortage would be one shortage we could all agree, but that would require a war adds another, who can order that not you and me. Mr President. Time tinkers on women on the rise, the change will be quicker, cause their love is hard to hide, old boys club gets the blues, ain’t the same around here not like it used to be, no women to order about it can’t be right, God Most High is looking on, content for the moment cause the noises aren’t all bad, a few good news stories, it’s getting to them at last, more it happens the more they get used to it, he’s using the tactics of the evil one in reverse. Damn did not see it coming, another voice they thought had been silenced, too much media around darn internet, it’s like one giant spider, feck even the governments are turning against us, no place to hide all that hot money it will soon be totally useless, alien class are rolling down the sluices. Dum dum dum dum,  de dum dum, dum dum dum, St.Peter hums, the elders haven’t been so smiley for the longest time, it’s that little boy they are all talking about, all he ever does is smile, every time they try to reel him in, the Big one sends them a thunder shaker, and unlike Obama he’s accurate with his selections, they wonder if a peace effort will get them any further, God Most High just shakes his head and smiles, I’m on to you all, each and every one who does harms to the little ones, and the minds of the men and women as well, I fear hate hunger pride envy loss whatever, harm to a child’s mother a brother a teacher even their remotest relation, it’s gonna be open season on evil hunting, and no thought fired will go astray, oops that lightening strike just missed the gable end this time, the gathered inside shake with fear it used to be the other way round, share share they all cry out, quickly before he gets in a rage, and suddenly out of nowhere there is luck everywhere, and no one is surprised, cause they chose to believe and he delivers for those, whose faith never wavered even if it waned under pressure it never died, just a spark was needed to re ignite the light, just as Leonard predicted all those years he tried, to enthuse wisdom in people, well it worked and to him and many others, we owe thanks not just a smile, dum dum dum, de dum dum dum, sing along if you want, cause it’s the end of payola days, good riddance to those who tried to control the music and the minds, cause the music never died. God Most High smiles, fried onions on the pan, a T Bone steak on the grill, George Harrison is washing the dishes, elvis is singing hymns again, Roy Orbison is in the dining room, anything you want shouts God Most High, you got it laughs roy back, and they say that heaven is a sleepy place, whatever they reads in the papers these days, gets on my nerves sometimes, God Most High turns the onions, a little pepper he muses, used too much salt last time, de dum dum dum, hums St.Joseph, any chance of a second helping he enquires, and a side order of sweet love if you don’t mind, now isn’t that a destiny wordy waiting for, you just have to work to get inside. Their calling for more water down below quips St.Peter, that shower answers God Most High, thinks a moment, even sinners have to be forgiven, open the floodgates, it’ll keep them quite for awhile. De dum dum dum, de dum dum dum de, no one makes a fool out of you or out of me, Ray what are you doing over their, get back to that gilded piano, I need to hear Georgia on my mind, play again like you did before, for you boss anything smiles Ray in reply, Georgia oh Georgia, Ray of Light catches every ones attention same way a little one smiles…

honey, where's my cocaine

Crisis after crisis, can’t fill the prescription either, could things get worse, mind beginning to burst, rushing from room to room, where are they, shite, found them, two no three might as well take four, just in case, you need it to act fast, make it work, make it work, reality is too hard to endure, the cable was cut off, and the wife is seeking her child support, on the verge of loosing the job, you hate it but it’s work, and it’s only Monday. Haven’t heard from the agent in awhile, it’s like those Hollywood movies, your always on edge, but you pretend, once you get out of the house, your out of your head, trained like a puppy, you follow every woman’s smell, every night you drink as well, crazy stuff you do, just to have some memory, can’t get worse you think, the girl you brought home, robbed you as well, left you with a rash down there, now you have to the doctor, suppose you can fill the prescription as well, hope in everything, only optimism keeps you going, did I turn off the cooker, or was it the toaster, oh bollocks, you turn the car around, speed home traffic cop comes up behind you, another hundred dollar fine, there goes the booze you were looking forward to, yes officer, I know I was doing thirty in a twenty zone, you grit your teeth, you want to scream, your fuming and spitting hate in your head, imagine what it’s like, you live in hell, a woman in those places, a child prostitute pumped night and day, nice to the sweet smelling punters, the gross acts you endure, I’d prefer to be the prescription guy with the nagging ex wife, sometimes you don’t know your luck. And people wonder why the world is the way it is, rather than the way it was, honey where’s my cocaine, under the bed darling.

the fix is the game

the fix, quick please, can i have some more of that, valium nope, dope nope, fix, just a fix, don't need ideas in your head, get a fix instead, as simple as that, fix, quicker the better, it's why we celebrate good weather, mourn when it's bad, the sunshine that awakens us, the rain that brings such dread. celebrities, the easiest fix there was, so the devil said, well he's well and truely fixed right now, and it's doing in his head..amen

kissing the french...

Women, bleddy women he moaned, angry that she was almost taking over all his spare thoughts apart from taking over the world. Now on texting terms, what if she sent him something risqué. He’d asked to see a photo of her family, making the request in order to keep the fledgling friendship friendly not personal. She, madga, sounded like Magdalene, mary, the da vincii code, dan brown, theory he thought, as all thinking was just that, theory, and theory made story, he was thinking it through. Religion was sexy sometimes, magda was catholic. Maybe there’s a story in this, Hollywood thought so too, but like the film Alexander, not all hero’s can be put successfully in a can, perhaps on a poster, che guevarra one fine example of it, JFK. Religion he thought, reminding himself of the crowds that used to attend church but no longer did, everything changes and everyone, alright to lust, just don’t become addicted, he switching quickly to the girlie channel, big ones, plastic ones, egg shaped, circular, hanging, all wallpaper, each of them playing a very human role, in accordance with nature, the nourishment of human life. Fools gloated over them, many fear exposing themselves, their real selves, others for money, most out of boredom, the truly interested ones being those in the early stages of sexual awakening and experience, and those deprived of all contact with the human race. thirteen, as he remembered, seeing bardot in a late night movie, that got him going. she was alluring he thought, stretching back the years in the chair. French too, harry liked the French, bardot reminding him, bread, paris, cannes, perfume, style, and passion, even if the world pays a premium for it, the real thing that is, and Bardot was passionate. The girls on screen looked like performing seals, not in anyway alluring. He reaches for the JD, pours a good slice of it into his tall glass, filling it half, clumps in the last three ice cubes, splashes it over with coke. The bottle fizzes as he puts it down. He liked that, seeing fizz in a bottle. No more ice, he could ring down for more. He’d a lot of TV to go through, war going on in the middle east. All sides were baiting the world with propaganda, and harry had to get a handle on it if he was going to use some of it in a sermon. They kissed regularly, another reason harry liked the French. They were not afraid of hugging and kissing, less likely to go to war too..

why put up with it!

The only hope he saw, a total re birth of human religious beliefs. Families that stay together pray together, can be blown apart together. If the seed of reason can be planted, can he harvested too. reason had to listen, listening, it meant using the brain. Listening to the gods of war, explain themselves on the TV, trying to appear reasoned, putting on a show, hoping to impress all of them well educated, intellectuals, harry couldn't see how they were all men, no women, were people like sheep, as the bible says. The rules of social engagement, children were to be brought up in the religion of the husband, the list went on and on. With men so unreliable, it didn't make sense putting them under more pressure. And women were the property of the husband and children too, till all were dead. Education of the woman, she might learn to think for herself. The list of funny and odd rules the various religions used to control women made interesting TV too. The program was Swedish made. All religions he concluded, found it necessary to control the woman. When she bled, for whom she bled, by whom she bled, to the last drop, her life was managed for her. Women must be thick concluded harry, for putting up with all these rules. 

How to change things quickly for good

it's a question we all ask, sometimes when were loaded, great ideas soon forgotten, and a week later we come up with more great ideas, soon forgotten and after awhile we become disillusioned and so on and on, the circle gets tighter, all we think is escape, then we give up, stop, it's possible to change everything, and this is how, it's not a revolution, it's called justice for all, and this is what ye have to do, and it's simple.
We have a united nations to protect us from criminal behavior and other such abuses throughout the world, its not working, world is in a worse state now more than ever. Lets set up a court for all the politicians of the world, hold them accountable, just them and no one else, a political crimes bureau, PCB for short. everyone who dares to enter politics throughout the world who elects to serve the people and only enriches themselves, will be brought before this bureau and will be asked every three years to explain any of their spurious decisions, the penalty for abuse, asset stripping for those involved, end of story. this bureau will put power back into the hands of ordinary decent people the world over, and make the abuse by the political class and those who support them a very unprofitable business, now is that not simple.  

Do we really like children!

well read them a story sometime...as they saying goes, words rarely reflect actions..

Barney crow was hungry, the weather was dry, ground hard. it was also very windy, there was no point digging under these conditions. Worms would be too deep. He remained in his nest, thinking Road kill, didn’t like the idea of it, but his father told him that it was all right to think like a lawyer, just not all the time. Paranoia can become you. In his nest, he waited for his mother to return from the mornings visit to delaney’s yard. She’d have a piece of brown bread for him. Mrs Delaney was a friend to the local crow population. Whenever the weather was at the extremes, hot or cold, she always left out food. Mrs delaney’s yard was also an opportunity for all the crows in the neighbourhood to get together, spill the beans on what was going on.

“I don’t know what to do with barney” squawked Rita crow, hopping around on delaney’s tarmac drive, helen crow, a cousin of hers hopped after her.

Jimmy crow was on sentry duty this morning. Perched on a tree overlooking Delaney’s yard, it was his job to observe the surroundings, a cat smooching around waiting to pounce, or worse, an eagle crow, the type of crow that all good living crows hate, a crow cannibal. Jimmy kept his eyes peeled, another simple morning, nothing out of place, the cat asleep on a window still, fine so long as she stays there.

“barney is old enough for sentry duty, he needs a job” squawked Helen crow,

“jimmy’s been doing that for years” answered rita

“he’s getting old, didn’t he miss the cat last week” squawked Helen

“the one that got old Charlie”

“poor Charlie” squawked rita jumping up and down on the spot enforcing the point.

“all feathers and bone, at least he died suddenly” answered Helen.

“how do you know that”

“the shock” answered Helen with a degree of certainty, “shock, it’s worse than stress” she added, continuing to pick some loose crumbs, the big bits gone.

“don’t bring him home anything this morning, just don’t” insisted Helen, picking away.

Rita gobbled the piece of fresh brown bread she’d saved for her only son, barney.

“see you tomorrow” she squawked, flapping her wings, moving slowly then all of a sudden airborne.

“thanks jimmy” she said, passing his tree. Jimmy squawked back, shaking a wing at her.

I’ll take my time, I wont go home straight she told herself. She flew high into the air, above her normal flying height. The gusts were exhilarating, sending her higher. She swooned with delight, she hadn’t done that in a while. High above her, Jeremy hawk was out looking for breakfast. He didn’t like bread crumbs or worms, preferred red meat.

He’d spent the early morning sharpening his claws the way a professional golfer cleans his golf clubs. Always ready, immaculately preened, his golden feathers shone like gold. The only good crow is a dead one he’d say. He waited to identify a lone crow flying, they usually fly in pairs or in great bunches, making it impossible to catch one, for as sure as you go after one of them, the others come after you, and it isn’t easy flying with a bird between your claws and a hundred other ones on your tail, not easy I tell you. Rita flew higher, a gust of wind lifting her at least a hundred feet. Normally she’d be more cautious, and stay within range of home or her friends. This morning she’d a lot on her mind, her troubled son, lazy crow barney. Jimmy’s work was done. Delaneys white speckled tarmac was now jet black, every crumb used up. He could go home now. Checking his feathers, he shook them a few times, then gently dived into the wind. Road kill would have to be breakfast. Road kill being the latest victim of a road traffic accident. She liked badger, his missus, he preferred rabbit though. Between moneygall and roscrea, there were two long stretches of road, making it safe to linger over a dead carcass while you choose the tasty bits. No right thinking crow ate the guts of any animal, just the red meat, the bit full of protein. Sweep high over crow lane, a high density population of crows, he swung left and headed out the moneygall road, his beady eyes trained to the road and hopefully some red furry bits. About one hundred feet over the road, he flew along, wings outstretched, hardly moving, a wind behind him. That looked interesting he thought, dipping his wings to take a closer look. Didn’t like cat, he flew on. He cheered inside, one less enemy to think about. Up ahead he saw two pals of his, in the middle of the road. She’s nice he thought, she being a neice of rita crow, a year younger than himself. If the missus ever gets taken early I’d try her he thought as he came into land.

Jenny crow went pink when she saw him. Her beak bloodied, she squawked him over.

“there’s plenty here” she said invitingly.

“there’s a Toyota truck coming” squawked Anthony, from the side of the road. Jenny and jimmy hopped over to the side of the road and waited.

“that’s good luck” squawked jimmy as the truck ran over the dead fox’s head, squishing it into the road hard.

“what’s good about that” asked jenny trying to make small talk.

Jimmy shook his head, then began to smile. She’s not experienced at all he surmised.

“what happens when the bits get stuck into the road” he asked.

Anthony and jenny shook their heads.

This is too easy he thought, too easy indeed, an insult to a hawk like me he sighed. Jeremy prepared his dive, one swoop and I’ll have her, his plan of attack. A bit of a speed junkie, he’d risen five hundred feet above rita crow, down he went as fast as a torpedo. Squawk squawk squawk, crowed a small gathering of crows as rita flew over them. They all began to dive suddenly. You’d think they’d seen a ghost she smiled as she began a roll. Squawk squawk, she moved left, as Jeremy came in for the kill, missing him, his claws tearing the edges of her feathered wing. She dropped a hundred feet in shock. Jeremy was below her, on the rise again. Trees trees, she needed to find a safe house. Your mine, your mine you lucky bird howled Jeremy, furious with himself for missing the easy kill. Rita knew she’d escaped the first hit, her feathers ruffled, nothing serious. Jeremy waved as rita dived past him, and headed straight for a tall tree. With speed behind her, he’d never catch her, not today.

Anthony jenny and jimmy sat at a tree, and waited. A hundred feet from the site of the dead road kill fox, they waited.

“is this necessary” asked Anthony, anxious to get home and report in.

“wait” squawked jimmy.

Jenny preened herself, dusting her feathers, cleaning red specks off her beak. Anthony gave her the dirtiest of looks. She’s only doing it for your man.

Rita crow made it back to her nest on crow lane, a longish lane of trees, of varying height, all crow high rises. Rita lived in the last high rise. Flustered and sweaty, she was relieved to be home and in one piece apart from a feather missing on her left wing. Landing beside her nest, barney crow sat up.

“ma are you all right” he asked, seeing her a little dazed.

“ma are you all right, your only interested in food, he almost got me” she squawked.

“who” asked barney.

Jimmy smiled. A magpie had arrived at the scene of the road kill. He nudged jenny softly and said.

“he’s deaf, he wont hear the next truck coming until it’s too late”.

The three of them watched as felim magpie dug his beak into the road, chipping away at the fox head that was totally squished into the road.

“they’re greedy feckers” smiled jimmy noticing a truck in the distance.

“I’m going home” announced Anthony impatiently.

“wait” howled jimmy.

The truck got nearer and nearer, magpie stuck in the carcass.

“feck” shouted jimmy, as felim magpie escaped death.

“next time he might not be so lucky” he sighed, as the three of them lifted off the branch they were on and headed home.

Control

Control, it does not require emotional input, but it can satisfy our conscience, keeps the truth hidden while we get on with living, achieves nothing makes us dumb and dumber you wonder if people listen, control it’s like all those regulations they impose without our opinion, rushed upon us in our busy lives like thunder, control it’s a byword for so many religions it’s not that I’m cold hearted I’m just a Christian who loves women, control it’s the cure to all our obsessions dampens the heart quells our ambition, and why is control such an important tool in the world we all live in, it’s the reason they have power over love and over women, and who provides the vast majority of love on the planet, the children you might say but it’s the mothers if you listen, and this control of women using bibles and writings of over thousand year prohibitions, it’s an implement of fear and all women ought to listen, cause it’s the cause of so many wars this so called love of religion, and when was love ever controlling, when you wanted to have it all for yourself so you evoked old texts to carry out this ambition, well done you mullahs for the hatred you conditioned, you may have got away with it but it’s over and it’s unconditional, no mercy you show only respect for rules and regulations, and you did it in the name of what this so called respect for religion, amen, and they thought they were going to get away with it, I’m certain this wont happen cause the hope of god is love of all and in particular women…oh Khalid what will we do, you’d better hurry up old dear cause you've engaged the ire of god, and of that I’m certain not kidding. 

St.Patricks Day

The world is beautiful, Have you ever thought about it, the world that is, is it not beautiful in places. We call those places national parks, so many miles of ocean across all frontiers, touching each other in special places the way the sun used to be, and still is in those extra special spaces, now we get burned frozen or flooded instead, except of course for those special places, and the bank manager we wish him dead, the women and their faces we can’t stop looking, the hours spent grooming their façade well look at TV no frowns allowed can’t you tell, a little perfume on the hips lipstick on the lips, as mothers seek safe refuge to build a nest as well, then an heirloom arrives the result of love so they said, children of course keep on watching and waiting, it’s a show they've already heard, Disney shows written by old pro’s words they use children in the viewfinder, they used to call it inspiration, today they ration the dead, literally and bury them live on TV, I won the lottery the dredge is no more, no smart opinions to get high on, pure doesn't give you headaches, it kills you instead, don’t tell Santa he said.

But it’s a pity really, having tossed so much of our future away, the consequence of pure greed that the poorest will pay for instead, they've cut back the bird crumbs this week I heard, poor crow, shot at three times dived bombed by a sparrow hawk, a busted wing he hung on, two miles up the road and he’d be fed, earthquake on the TV, the world is falling apart, live on TV of course, you've guessed it CNN they are the first to call to help, world latches on cameras roll on carelessly, footage is worth more when you’re dead, no point saving the sick across the world, cant get them together like a Spielberg movie, we’ll rely on old footage. Isn't the world beautiful he said, the luck of the Irish they always said it was worth waiting for, amen.

Poem for Mankind

While a tree grows it depends on its roots for some of it’s success, not all. While a child grows up, it depends on its parents. Is there a special chemical the body produces when a man and woman entwine?. Harry looked at the words typed on the screen. Beethoven was a problem child, he had lots of problems. Did his parents contribute to his success, of course figured harry, they had to encourage him. Various words appeared on screen, some made into sentences that made sense, some total gibberish. Harry had spent a week holed up in a room with a TV, and was having trouble making sense to himself as a result. A sermon to write that caught the moment,  his goal. A week of voyeurism, the maddening of the human race, after thirty odd hours watching TV he was mad. It felt like a week, but it was over the course of a week. He hadn’t sat down and watched and watched. He staggered it over a week. Three/four hour shifts. Who would want to watch TV day and night as if there was nothing else to do except surf the net for porn. The world population was doing exactly that. Those who had access to TV based their lives on it. Stargirl had a sister, stargirl being a lesbian striper on a late night channel that was late nite at three in the afternoon. He didn’t believe it existed, this surreal world of text remote TV and home. kitchen milk, coffee, sofa, more kitchen, snacks, more drinks, a cigarette, bathroom, pause and hold, can you put it back to the last scene, those look nice, he’d seen them on the other channel too, big ones, little ones, huge too, breasts everywhere. Was there ever a female performer who kept her clothes on. Britney, gaga, sophie, paris, nikole, Lindsay, etc etc, he’d seen them all in various states of dress and undress, in sex, out of sex, knickers in car, on the floor, butt shots, botox lines. If he ever was to meet these girls, and that was most unlikely, he’d seen them all. Knew their parts, the mole under your breast too, hope it’s not malignant. How did they intend to make love to him now that the mystery was gone. Make love meant creating love in Harry’s universe. The reason for being of the healthy human, love.  Unhook your bra, I’ve seen it all before, saw the sex tape as well. The trouble with TV, it’s everywhere, and it never ceases, like gambling in vegas, 24 hours 365 days of the year, and going into spaces you never thought possible. Hid from sight these late night shows, payphones were really a fancy name for a mobile. News anchors in tears almost repeating the news, the latest horror crash, children make the best impact, and mess. New news clip, were all happy now, tears dead. More tears tomorrow, you have to watch to find out.

Slapped across the face, beaten to a mental pulp, but do you know what, we can cure your eating habits if you’re overweight. We just can’t make those starving, fat. I’ll never get this written he thought, his mind swollen for the beating it had endured that week. Church power, TV power, business power, who wanted ordinary, no one, only the foolish wanted to be normal, everyone else wanted stardom or your mobile phone.

We are fucking ourselves out of existence, and we all know it he surmised.

But the week had been good. After receiving a standing ovation at his first literary event he was still under the influence, glow or whatever they called, feeling adored.

Words matter, some more than others, and some more than others depending who says them. His words seemed to hit the spot. Two publishers wanted his work, so he was under pressure but enjoying it. I’ll pray more often he thought. Lizzie wasn’t so impressed with the attention he’d received either, she’d get used to it. Pete was ringing him everyday, cocaine had halved in price. Pete even gave him credit now.

Darfur was on the telly, the Arabs fighting Africans, or slaves as they are called, the U.N. did nothing as usual, the Chinese controlling the oil. No one will remember he sighed the bodies of those children burned and hanged upsides down. Chinese though, he didn’t like the fact that they were feeding the war. The bible he frowned, he’d read it that those who spread it, or encourage it would suffer for it. Running short of water in china too, earthquakes and landslides increase day by day, they’ll be the first to falter he reckoned for what they wilfully done, in Darfur and elsewhere. No point in upsetting the Chinese, too many of them, one major epidemic would be enough to wipe them out, as they lived like bees in hives. The Arab extremists, couldn’t criticise them either, too much money and too many of them. Lack of water would be there problem too, as salty water refined wasn’t drinking water but salty water refined and nothing else. The plebs would get the message when it was too late.

A poem for all mankind, good idea he surmised thinking wisely, the horror that was Darfur would probably be the last testament to the sheer greed and horror or man, better forgotten. Sad that no one cares he thought, the image of the burning children hard to forget. Tomorrow the news would focus on some other tragedy. A poem for all mankin ,where do you start.

She goes to school at half past eight, her hopes and dreams in her bag, homework done her parents proud, no longer clothed in rags. Along the way she meets this man, a family guy she thinks, he promised her a ride to school, she gets in she thinks. He asks her if she’d like some treats, he points the other way, she gets all anxious, his fist hits her face. For god sakes harry cheer up, some poem for mankind, horror story. Child prostitution on the rise globally, forty five million americans living in poverty, not everyone lives in Hollywood, not like tv where everyone is thin, good looking, and has plenty of money. They only make up that stuff to trick you. They don’t want you if your poor in America, uneducated either unless your willing to join the army.

A poem for mankind, where do you start. Two hours at the PC, it looked like a joke. Good stories are rare these days, where do you start. Hitler got the art of propaganda off to a T, the world soon followed.

Money Money Money...

Mercy for heavens sake mercy for your child’s mistakes, patience lord for our ways, give us time to part those pearly gates, you've been away awhile, we did the best we can, were still doing it those that did make that stand, charity lord for the souls that bear heavy debt, love us kindly even when we live with doubt, forgive us all we were led astray, the evil one tried all his tricks, no he’s ran, and time is on your side, nations are developing conscience money no longer the man…what do you think asked Peter, reading the prayer list, the best samples he’d got that day. God pondered over his favorite plants, watering them with his smile, they soon came to life, no longer drooping. A long white beard, he looked like santa, apart from the white gown he wore. Can you repeat he asked as peter held the watering can. It’s the last line I can’t understand he said. There’s more wealth in those offshore assets than in the rest of the world, who controls them he asked, as he prepared to trim a few cuttings from the green robust plant in his hand. Hand me the cutters he asked, peter a little worried, unsure to answer, hurry up man shouted God a little tired, unused to such delays. Peter answered, what part do you not understand, can you repeat yourself my Lord. God turned around, blew out a gush of wind, turmoil in the Caymans,  we’ll see what they think now, and grabbed the cutters from St.Peters hand. I know when your holding back dude spoke God, peter a little flustered face red, he understands. Well what’s on your mind, speak speak pleads God a lot on his mind. I was wondering if I could have the evening off I want to watch the new james bond. Okay, decrees the Lord, then peter rambles off, a boyish smile on his face. Shur I knew all along smiles God to himself, he’s still a child that man, meaning St.Peter. Are we not all children, money money money, and we all come running. It used to be sweets.

It's Really up to you

Problem with people is that they all think the same, problem with children is that they are all not the same, farmed chicken or farmed children they both sound the same, trouble is that society does not cater for the smart kid they allow them to smother inside, I ask myself and I ask myself that reason for this intentional decay, and the answers to that question don’t make me want to smile, children are being sexualised they are sexualised I’ll say it again, both night and day, so like that turkey you’ll eat this Christmas day it tastes the same wherever you are, bland rubbery pliable tasteless in your mouth no flavor at all, the same fate awaits the children of this world they don’t want them to think at all, so regardless of your personal situation a surprise waits for you all, the promise made on the cross of Calvary or the pleadings in all those prayers, the time is coming fast for you and it’s time you protected the young. Or I’m just getting old and cranky, where’s the arctic by the way, we’ll move honey the water is getting higher, the mortgage honey don’t forget we have one, one way or another they’ll tie you to a tree stump or a load of concrete, it’s really up to you...

The situation is getting worse and worse and soon we’ll have none at all, no fresh air no clean water no clean underwear, cause we’ll shit ourselves when we realise to ourselves that the judge has rounded up the votes, and soon you’ll be going under or climbing up that rope, I was only joking... didn’t science invent everything, ah come on, two dots on a page connect, ten months later a child ejects, bingo we invented a child..hahahahah

a comet is coming...

A comet is coming,

there is nothing you can do,

wait and hope when it hits,

because the earth is dying too,

warnings were all ignored,

all  pleas for help political,

no real effort just short term,

stupidity and nothing else,

Hope remains a stranger,

Faithful to what you ask

 No one believes in anything anymore,

 clergy stagger like drunks

governments  call for calm,

Americans gamble on the euro

Chinese gamble on everthing else,

on a world that will live forever,

a comet is coming so be careful,

is your conscience clear you wonder,

will you live in torment forever,

landfills full of your rubbish,

cities built on recycled dreams,

comet is coming so be prepared

you might even be delivered

can you ever imagine it or dared

 and you will be delivered.

 Tv calls drama much too late,

 space is cracking up all over

stars are all over the place,

can it be true they said

they watched it live on Tv,

the ultimate in reality horror shows

 the arrival of the first alien refugee.

 They had oil she had breasts

the interest was the same,

human nature takes care of the rest,

they wake they leave a mess,

the comet is coming all right

live  on CNN next week.