on the run

it's happened, the light has broken through, the emptiness of the heart is no more, God Most High listens kindly to all prayers, think in love and you will over come, put aside the fear and the terror hidden, the stories forbidden the trouble that will unfold, together we can keep the light, alone we live in dark and without light, where the depths of evil lie waiting, reminding you of all the entitlements and your pension plan, somebody must pay for this, otherwise I'm just an only man, and so the story goes, the masters  of evil, the world under their control, no longer able to silence the people, keeping them alienated in fear and without hope, then the light brakes through, no time to panic or celebrate  yet, just keep the heart strings long, and your mind full of all that is right, God Most High is listening closely, everything is going to be all right, believe!.

Maxwell Smart to Control, over and out

Control, no emotional input, can satisfy our conscience, keeps the truth hidden while we get on with living, achieves nothing makes you dumb, just wondering why, too busy in life no secret in that, feeding the love you treasure, doing handstands to keep it all together, nothing remarkable about that, it’s why the spying is global, countless great men and women destroyed, broken hearted and despised, not by chance but by evil intent, phone calls reputation secret romances share dealings, can’t have happened blame someone else, no it’s how they rake the good from society, replacing them with the compromised, why are they going after the whistle blowers, secrets out force them to run and hide, control lost love is now replenished, suddenly God Most High is awoken, those regulations they impose, always targets the small people, why criminals of substance hire the best, accountants lawyers five star reputations, no one has the means to challenge them, apart from the artists divinely inspired, and often it’s media they use, this will be a surprise, explains why some great believers are distant all the time, control it’s a byword for the dead inside, why is control such an important tool, it’s the reason they have power over love and reason, and the vast majority of love on the planet, children you might say but it’s the mothers listen, and this control of women over thousand year prohibitions, it’s an implement of fear and women ought to listen, it’s the cause of wars this so called love of religion, when was love ever controlling, when you wanted it all for yourself, they  evoked old texts to carry out this ambition, well done you control freaks for the hatred you conditioned, you got away with it but it’s over and unconditional, mercy you show  for rules and regulations, the polar opposite to the laws of nature, environment destroyed world on the brink, coming up with all sorts of remedies plenty of money in that, and they thought they were going to get away with it, I’m certain this wont happen cause the hope of God is love, and it’s found a new fire, they’ve engaged the ire of God, and of that I’m certain not kidding, glad it happened in this lifetime, enough children had their lives destroyed in the name of what, control it’s the devils religion, we own you, not anymore, 99, where are you. 

what's your addiction

What’s the hurry, anyone see my V’s, they’ll do he said when she handed him the Z’s, that’s what she called them. What are you on then, work. Ambition, sexual prowess, what other’s think, does the news upset you, do you get emotional, see those dead bodies everyday on TV, wondering what the president will say next, too busy getting drunk don’t have tomorrow to worry about, waiting for the bell to go, cause you want to go home, wondering how you’ll get that promotion, flirting again were we, so what’s your addiction, are you running from set to set, too busy to wonder what’s going on, party to worry about thinking of yourself of course, well, what’s your addiction, don’t ask me early in the morning, my head is bursting and I can’t get a thought, mortgage is due and I’m running out of cash, can’t find a job and don’t have a wife, can’t stop thinking of all those young girls, sometimes I chase the boys, I do anything to forget reason-ability  what’s that. Politicians think in terms of how long they can get away with it, the rest of think about all the promises they made, like a long suffering wife we wait and wait hoping one will come along, ordinary honest decent and future minded, not the practical types that keep their own interests in the picture, all the time. Like a rich man wondering what it’s like to be poor, it never worked that way. Roots grow from the bottom up, corruption flows from the top down, we are the people who allow it to happen…so what is your addiction, blindness or something.

a piece of your heart...

A peace for your heart, a pierce of your heart, peace in your heart, and she wanted peace in her heart, no promises, she’d too many of those in her closet, the memories, some bad, he seemed different this time. First time they’d met in two years, she was listening to him go on, he was looking better, his teeth pure white, it looked like a new man before her. But inside she remembered the pain, said her goodbyes and walked away. She’s peace in her heart, and didn't need to be lead astray., didn't need it any other way. Memories, the scars and victorious, all she ever wanted to hear was truth, he just kept her as a servant cause that’s all she was, till they met this day. But it’s easy to under estimate the comfort of love, and the affect it has on other beings all around you. This is perhaps so simple, it’s almost too easy to understand, but it’s something we all can attest to, or at least we know someone whose been there so to speak. Young girl meets young boy, grow up, they break up, she goes to college on the east coast, he goes west, they mature, never see each other bar the odd funeral, end of story. Love between them grew gently, they were chaperoned by society, attitudes towards family values etc etc..nothing personal, just normal stuff. Her love matures, she’s not found the one, bingo, she hits the iceberg. Three years later, two careers, his busier, she gives up job to have baby, he goes away longer and longer working. Then the pressure mounts, bills, job insecurity, his internet porn addiction, her motherly ways, suddenly everything is out of sync. He meets someone online, starts his first affair. Wife busy with second child, intimacy is less and less, they go out together once every three months, and on birthdays. He promises her he’ll make a fortune online, no need to worry, he’s also on the cocaine now and has met some shady friends to go along with it, he’s also getting involved in all sorts of weird stuff online, every stuff involving children, he’s totally addicted, everything he sees is sexualized. She’s still a wife and mother, the children are three, the online company is doing well, bills are getting paid, but he’s always working, but it’s okay, cause the kids can afford their classes and have nice friends….he starts to fantasize about his daughters friends, begins buying online child pornography, company is doing really well, wife is now on the board of a charity, and feeling like she’s Imelda Marcus  oh the struggle was worth is she says, she even has new friends. Her husbands old friends keep her company. Being cool, she takes cocaine, the first time, husband by her side takes some too, they are suddenly bonded again, joined in love she thinks. So what is love, is it the beginning young girl, the young woman in love, the mother to be for the first time, or is it the woman who finds her love awake again, and this is just a snip, a bite. When love is allowed to flourish, it does amazing things. When it’s dimmed it causes addiction, cause rather than going through the pain of it, we turn our lives into sports, hobbies, drinking, reading, shopping, basically we find things to keep us busy rather than deal with emotions, as we seem to have little control over our emotions, they can be tinkered with is basically what is being said here, and if you can tinker with some else’s emotions you tinker with their life, and that’s why psychology is used to determine the voters mood, testing the water so to speak, and when bad people tinker with your emotions, providing the temptation you need, she can’t see you surfing the weird stuff, it’s only you you think, inside you begin to change. She watches him leave the house, briefcase in hand, sun was shining and the car was new, a baby cried in the room next door, she holds the child and listens as the car pulls away, child is quite, comfort is the cure, she places him down on the bed, she begins her medical cure. Three Valium for starters and two shots of vodka. Her head shudders, she shakes all over, hit her quickly, she falls back on the bed. Looks over at her wedding picture, taken all those years ago, the love she had in her heart that day, used up and gone away. ….we all have choices to make.

are you waiting for something...

How did she know, how she figured it out, kept him occupied as he entered the room, east Europeans were used to being spied on, he wondered if they were all voyeurs. You’re here on a mission he told himself, mentally adjusting himself and the chair, setting up his temporary bar on the side table, pad and pen on one side, JD and bottle of coke opposite. The TV was sent into action, the time late, the hotel almost empty, apart from the other immigrants who stayed there, those who couldn't afford to go home for xmas. The news channel was doing what it always did, news stories. A young girl found strangled announced the reader, harry listened solemnly for a few moments before the picture on screen changed. A posse of reporters were besieging the dead girls parents home. A TV reporter was telling the world how everyone in the neighborhood was shocked that such a thing could happen in suburbia. As if they didn't already know sighed harry, watching intensely, while he waited for Magda to arrive with the ice. 

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. 

Time To Act...

talk abounds something strange going down,talk of peace in the middle east, so welcoming that sunday bombing streak, you can get arrested for thinking he tweets, it happens in trees all the time in threes if you know what i mean, all this talk of ARMAGEDDON must be a prank you think, did you not notice women getting sexier, they must know something as they don't hold back anymore, it makes you think, perhaps it's time to act, before the casualties mount, talking peace in the middle east prefer to see those photo's of kate don't you think..did you see those mamari...world extinct.

Holidays in Beirut.....

He’d seen it on TV, action man, action. Quite, quite not what you’d expect on a holiday. Fearsome scenery, lighting displays, the risk of getting shot, not shot at, bars full of jack Daniels in Beirut, patriot missiles playing a game of chess overhead, your move, they blew up the Irish embassy, you think.. It’s not what you expect, not with your cornflakes or your milk, or while playing with your make up, trying to disguise your aging heap, great money in demolition in the Middle East. Property for sale and plastic surgery is cheap, they have experience you’d think,  Can’t blame the pope for this one, that one that just missed, still looking at the TV, and all the direct hits.  God, that one just missed the church. We’ll have to call in the painters you think.  Terrorists, they blame god for everything. The perfect suspect to all our crimes, the man with the global links.

roaring waters are flowing....

is it time to take precautions or are you still blind drunk, the girls are in the office your wife is on the phone, your son is on valium so the teacher says, you drop your latest bag of coke on the toilet floor, oh shit...