Mothers Do It Better

we live in a universe, we live in a city, we live in the countryside, we live in a time, when changes are a plenty, and Mothers are the secret to our survival, it's not what they do, it's what others won't, they get down on their knees, they constantly clean, forever concerned with welfare ahead, never caught on that small little screen, no need for fantasy they think of the children's needs, not like spoiled men who need their fix, they put up with abandonment all over the earth, and we wonder why women speak up, or often and sometimes over the top, tut tut tut the voices of reputation and all their huff and puff, it's easy to comment when your not on the track, mothers do it best all that is needed, time the men around had the guts to concede it, they f*** up and it's been going on long enough, if we allow women join the golf club they'll be bringing their children next, the rattle tattle of the so called powerful kind, i think all descent people have had enough...mothers do it better, shut up!

The Black Sheep

Loving, nothing is sweeter, the warmth of being, one with love, and the fear that emotion stirs, when you might lose, the way you stir inside, as your heart begins to bleed, the fear of losing your mind, climbing into battle with the worlds demons, and all the strength you need, no doubts allowed, the risks are epic, it’s nature, the outcome a victory, that is blessed, petitions answered from above, God Most High comes to your aid, that is something you can’t mess with, Texas all in power required, no shadows only light, what are you waiting for, jump in and taste the love, that is yours, for love and no other reason,  blessed by God, what can go wrong, brave heart  is waiting for you, no way out this time, come together now, fill my heart, in the battle of life, it’s real it’s divine and it’s all yours, love it to the last drop, once in it’s done, the world will be , cause it’s life giving, you must trust fully, it’s that simple, cross the threshold, you can you handle it, being loved without borders or fear, can you read my words, cause all love is divine, so fear should not be your worry, be hungry not greedy, it’s my breakfast dinner and tea.

Don’t pretend,  In a nutshell, it can hurt badly, and can cost others dearly, you want you to be honest, no holding back, but love is stronger than anything, it’s why we are guarded, love is divine, it’s not a passing fantasy, deeper than any well out there, so I believe, God Most High is your eternal friend, love moves the stars, reaches the heavens,  can’t be redesigned, you just have to believe, and that should be easy, cause your born with a heart that is full of it, it just gets torched along the way, so smile and be brave, you never own it, it’s the gift you pass on, just save a little for me, the story of Mr Bee, just imagine it, there you are a little honey bee, out doing your best collecting some nectar and sweet honey, then you come home and your home had been robbed, what a sad little memory for bee’s, and the flowers that will miss his buzzy company.

Inside Wisdom - Part 1

Inside Wisdom

The fun and games are over, the gloves are off, and it’s time to turn up the heat on those that have withheld secrets, mostly for selfish gain and self aggrandisement, and at great cost to the entire human population. This is not a warning, but more of a revelation from wisdom herself. I happen to be a good listener that’s all, a very patient listener, but I requested of wisdom, to help me understand matters, so that others, including myself, might be able to put a spanner in the works as they say, of the wheel of evil that was spinning us all into a frenzy, and bringing us all to the edge of the abyss.

The first realisation that is important, and can’t be stressed enough, is the following.

God Most High, communicates through the heart, it’s the mirror of the soul. What lies in the heart is reflected in the soul. Why this is of such immense importance can never be stressed enough. Whatever your faith or whatever tradition you were reared in, or if you are a go it  alone type, God is always the same, has never changed one iota, his heart is sacred as they say, pure spirit. So what is new in this, well not what is new is not the issue, the question you have to understand, is the ways of the heart, and how they are interfered with. Great intentions of love and doing right, emanate from the heart, and the more you use it, the stronger it becomes. It’s the hard disc of the computer if you want to put it in perspective. And as everyone with any semblance of how a computer performs is only too well aware. When you damage the hard disc, it usually fails to perform as you wish, and more often than not, it will fail under pressure. It is why so many living souls, are afraid of damaging the heart, cause as everyone is aware, the affect of a damaged heart can lead to major hurt, even withdrawal from using it all together, or addiction related activities.

Evil spirit is the expert who pretends to fix your heart, usually with a quick fix or something similar. 

mobiles

(south pacific song..there is nothing like a dame...hum this tune at the beginning...get you in the mood)
there is nothing like a mobile phone, nothing in the world, there is nothing like a phone, when your sitting
there all alone, wondering who to contact with, it fills your head with all sorts of ideas, and fills your heart with very strange plans, in a famine or a war it's good to have it close to you, that warm piece of plastic, that mobile don't feel very elastic, even if it's often the only friend you have, and now that the government is spying on you, your not alone so alone anymore, so don't feel bad. every thought idea hope aspiration, even love, can be fed to you, on a menu of your choosing you think, if your willing to abandon all faith in people, and place it with your mobile. imagine this, phones mobiles internet access spying and they can't afford to deal with the basic issues,  the sexualisation of children,  abuse of the female form, food for the hungry, and the safety of whistle blowers. i recall a time not so long ago, when the folks who tried to prevent the war in Iraq, were demonised, many had their careers destroyed, freedom fries, i dont suppose you want to be reminded, and the hundred thousand or more souls who died in the intervening time, on account of the terrible events. we made a mistake is not the words that come to mind. it's Syria's urn now i suppose, well it's going to end in ashes, and the same folks who fought against the war in Iraq, are now encouraging violence again, what goes on keeps going on, well. till the God Most High, turns out the lights, i guess we'll get a few warnings, as they say in Texas, don't throw away your mobile yet...is that a drone i see before me, come let me clutch thee and blow..boooom, peace in the U.S. starts with an explosion many thousands of miles away, big bang....there goes daddy and his children, ...sorry about that..who keyed in those co-ordinates..we'll blame that whistle blower...can anyone stop telling the truth for awhile...

keep on spying

Your internet search’s, dark night history, phone calls to all and sundry, bank account and credit card details, all being spied on, and you’re a turkey, looking on helplessly, and Christmas is advancing fast, and it’s all totally legal, not that you have a say, welcome to the modern world, of surveillance and crime , Edward Snowden you've opened the can of worms. Having had my own dealings with these types, the zealot world we live in, I’m certain the whistle blowing is going to get louder and louder, amen. Excuses they use to justify anything, some call it  patriotic, tell that to victims of abuse, the countless number of children, sacrificed as evidenced, in the number of care home worldwide, where the perverted were comforted, because of the secrets they held, with consent of the security services, orphans abandoned and leftover children, who’ll notice them anyway, no one to speak for them, but the country is secure you understand,  the interests of the country, it used to be children, same excuse used to destroy Iraq, well, God Most High doesn't think so, and many many hardships are going to follow, for each  of these misdeeds, no matter how righteous these people may seem. So when the earthquakes strike, the tornadoes double in strength, don’t be surprised at all, you sow what you reap, it’s that clear and it’s in black and white, for over two thousand years. A point is reached when time hits a point, the angels and holy warriors make conclusions, God sends then in to seek out, those who tried those who loved, in order to complete the book of the harvest, and it’s reached that moment in time, well if I’m wrong I expect you all to become giving and kind, and that’s not going to happen anytime soon, if the past is any indication of the future, am I right or am I right, this is no joke movie, no laughing matter, it’s time to do what is right, and the actions of the majority, don’t speak the language of love or anything near the standard required, to enter into the joy of heaven or the company of the Lord God of Mercy and Love. Support Edward Snowden and start listening, too much government spin, too much effort to silence the mind, it does not work anymore, and the young people of the world know it well. let the revolution begin.

Che, Edward Snowden, and Jesus

Whatever you think, call him communist, call him revolutionary, call him traitor, the one who tried to change it all, and his life ended prematurely, on account of the C.I.A., government and human corruption, now the world has to bear it, account for what was allowed happen, to many like him, from Jesus, to joan of arc, to the Muslim nations demonised, the 222 cathars butchered, the death of martin luther king, and so many others. And you wonder why the world is in such a chaotic mess.  treatment dished out to Muhammad Ali, the attempts to destroy Cuba, the mocking of Cat Stevens, the list is long if I was to go on, it’s time we tried to address it, Edward snowden will suffer for it, the stuff that we pretend never happened. What made Che think the way he did, why he bothered you ask, did he work on a leper colony for fun, did he see too much suffering, abuse of  women and children, theft of local resources across the Americas, while the righteous citizens with out standing reputations did naught, includes the catholic church in those parts. A medical career his original plan, a journey changed all of that. Edward Snowden had a change of plan too, on account of what happened before him, he kept all plans tight, Che was outspoken, took sides early never imagined he’d be betrayed, there is a judas everywhere I warn you, even the apostles had enemies within, it’s why we need to open up, tell a few truths before it’s too late, it’s too easy to blame one man, when you know it’s the world that has failed, not the truthful and honest man. And you rear children to be honest and truthful, are they supposed to be safe in this current environment, I don’t think so.

How many times do you need to hear, the words child protection policy, before you realize this is a pandemic, everywhere perhaps you prefer being stupid. I don’t have that luxury, I’ve seen the changes, the clouds, broke a world that was kept to the few, broke the mind control methods they use against you, and reported them in detail to God, who wont be swayed so easily again, not by emotion by deed only, As I said to friends who escaped emergencies, you want to stay around or stay sound, better come up with a plan that is good for everyone, not just you. Edward Snowden had a plan to let us know what really was going on, Che Guevara had a plan to change what was going on, Jesus had a plan to let us know there was a plan, and all that loved honestly were part of it.

number 22

The dog is busy, spends his day digging holes, bees are missing wonder where they go, children over react all the time, parents kept on their toes, politicians everywhere make promises, they keep doing it, why I just don’t know. Four times last week, the manual said six, I’ll sue the doctor for giving me those pills,  better not I’ll have no fix. Damascus child wonders all the time, watches CNN and other news lines, worries all the time, seems to bother no one,  prays to God, doesn’t seem to respond. Young mother father out of sight, can’t afford childcare, can’t afford to work, angry conservatives look down on her, should have used the pill, can’t understand her. Christian churches spew hatred at the clinic door, another child aborted I hear them roar, they pray to God, seeking all sorts of vengeance, God shakes his head, have they no common sense. Third of children live in poverty, this lot shout a lot, they take ages to figure it out. Causes crisis charity announces, dire situation even the pope pronounces, news abounds show images everywhere, titans own the media, thought they’d do something about it, never. The race goes on, another day another crisis begins, Syrian week what next, a titanic size earthquake, can’t expect to succeed like this. where asks God, will the telling voice emerge, I’ve waited and been patient, encountered the totally absurd, all I get is repeated chants, drive the strongest out of their mind. they keep the women, in many cases totally uneducated, they think such behavior is allowed. Days pass into weeks, the weeks became years, centuries later a new millennium later, he’s still listening to this, it’s driving him totally absurd. Makes getting wrecked a little cracked up high on heroin, all a little worthwhile, makes you forget for sure the prancing of so many fools, many women interested in their bleached white teeth, those how do you do smiles. Shut out the truth, I don’t want to hear, it’s the wail of so many, in finance in particular, sponsors of war the money and arms, they have no thought of the horror or the scars, their callous cold hearted behavior everywhere. Eureka smiles God, a voice I haven’t heard, calm loving thoughtful and kind, must be a child I’m listening to he smiles. Sends angels in to investigate the surprise, one of our own the angels reply. did this happen, thought it was someone new, how did such a mistake occur, it’s the corner stone again, the one they dumped out of view. Angry happy God demands an enquiry, calls in those responsible to find out why. Trembling their eyes covered up, one of you turned this heart down, no excuses but the truth I from you he smiles. Silence no voice can explain it clearly, so who is the Judas among you. With a finger he dismisses, retires to his personal chambers, no wonder the chaos that has grown for ages, when the truth has been hidden by some of your own. The era of the sycophant, the emperors clothes syndrome, the rotten core of leadership everywhere, it’s a wonder the world hasn’t exploded. Start all over again, we’ll have to start all over again, but this time there will be two in charge, 2 2, these sole male dominated structures, just don’t work no more, amen.

computer never has a headache

I have had strange life, witnessed many things, seen with my own eyes, faces in the clouds, circles overhead. Oddly enough, standing one evening late, outside in the yard, felt a strange energy, was having a few words with the above, had a question on my mind, about the turmoil going on, all around me and the rest of you, the world of finance was melting into oblivion, countries torn apart by greed. Have we come full circle I enquired, give me a sign I pleaded, I have my doubts too, and as fearful as anyone else. I stood under the stars, said a prayer, enquired about the well being of those in need, when a late night cloud turned into a circle, a perfectly round circle overhead. question answered, the world has reached the end of an age, the collapse of institutions continues, what can we do,  the year was 2012, cannot be coincidental, it’s now 2013 and things seem even worse to me.

who rules the world, the moneyed elite their cronies, the ordinary people, who account for 99% of the  population, or God.  The bible is full of stories, great warrior nations, wealthy nations, who had the world at it’s feet only to be destroyed, usually through avarice, greed, lust etc. true stories, have you seen the pyramids of Egypt, temples of Greece, the Mayan temples, Aztecs, get the point, these great and powerful nations crashed, all predicted too, so why are our nations falling to pieces too, two thousand years after the death of Lord Jesus Christ. It’s a mystery to say the least, miracles have been known to happen. I’ve seen a few myself.

Confused I hope, baffled perhaps, bull to some, lets get off this page and surf some porn, I can already hear ye, don’t need to surf, we have favourites on tab, one click we are there, the brain in drain world, same as a drug addict in heat, till we burst and our breathing returns to normal, time to unbolt the door, slip into bed beside her. Ain’t we great at love!. At least the computer never has a headache.

neighborhoods

look left right behind you in front to the side to the stars over you, all neighbors, connected with the click of a mouse or the beat of a heart, who've have believed such a scenario playing out, the last act of a play, when we'd have to justify living in order to advance to the world of the living, sounds like a modern day fairy tale, feck, just dropped my zanax, hope it wasn't valium, they're easy to replace, on the ground, crikey, it fell into my wine, ah why not, one goes with the other, gulp, tastes all right, might have another one, neighbors, the people you hang with, share your drug with, lots of neighborless people out there, but we have the web instead, now the world is your neighbor, well you can't pretend not to hear, ahh not again, splattered my cocaine with red wine, destroyed my shirt as well, should have called the dealer earlier, i'll double up next week instead, neighbors, some kind of alien planet i think, the neighborhood.

war of the soul - only matters if your believer not a belieber

They never drug test TV celebrities, Important decision makers, journalists, or those that help form opinions, anywhere, never, wherever, makes you wonder, even teachers!

Do you have children, have you ever been a child, did you grow up too fast, were you allowed to be a child. The world is at crisis, the war of the soul has begun in earnest.

Dressed in robes, candle holders and incense, the ceremony begins, words pour out that no one understands, audience bows down, children in the gathering, wonder what is going on. interpretation of a story long ago, they are going through a trance, no real love on show. Why you ask is this, not far from the front door, children struggle with conscience, is it love they chase, what is it they adore. It could be the MTV, or another award ceremony, interspersed among them all, is a world full of sexuality. Draped princess’s bling happy daddies, trophies they give to each other, just one of their formalities. young one’s marvel at the glitter and the light, I want to be like them, the little one shouts. Bitch me hit me do you like it down there, daddy has a stiff one, needs some help he swears, children wonder what the lyrics, they don’t fully understand, it’s those sexual images, that they see they comprehend. first day born, they understand what’s going on, they are just meant to hear, too young to be asking, tender and in need of help, they don’t do much or stand, but their minds take it in, their little brains are being developed. And it’s been planned to be this way. this trick of evil persuasion, has been the cancer, tearing the world apart. It’s happening everywhere, read the papers if you dare ,watch the titans on the move, it’s going on everywhere, and like trapped rats in a corner, they’ll lunge one last time, so bewaret, for it’s been spoken about, many thousands of years ago, the scenario the world is looking into, the abyss that is not far away. Denial is not a river in Egypt, it’s the condition of the mind, what’s one more child for the alter of death, when they are hungry everywhere. In a small room men gather, dressed suave in silk suits, come in child she smiles, the thrill they get moves them, rag doll she’s told, they pass her man to man, young one knows she’s liked, doesn’t understand what’s going on. Higher up the ladder, she’s totally addicted and secretive, now they use her to tempt, like she’s working for the evil one. Reward comes in many guises, nice clothes and easy work roles, and it’s happening tonight, like it has been for years and years, do you not wonder how do many men get away with it, so many involved so powerful too. Well, it’s out, and those that assist and support such endeavors, can expect no surprises when the Good Lord comes…amen

reasons for being

Little boy five years old walks by ,does what he is told, what’s that he asks passing the shop, mother rushes on and looks back, whips chains exotic costumes and you know what, mother shakes her head and shouts don’t ask, boy walks on taking it all in wondering, what was that wonders why mammy walks so fast. years later the shop is still there, why you may ask was nothing done, to preserve the young from what you ask, are we not into all that stuff and anyway it’s too late, the boy is now a teen surfs the porn, what’s wrong with that,  it’s as normal as rain for all to see. Meets a girl they get to know each other, expects her to do all sorts of thing, cause it gets him in a lather, Love matters in others not our concern, haven’t we got enough to deal with,  keeping the men on board, if he doesn’t get it tonight he’ll be surfing porn till dawn, till all he sees is blue.

the age of the individual, ask difficult questions upset the apple cart, no one stands up all afraid to ask, unlike that five years old, much change required so much pain all around. Mary is twelve like any little girl a women to be she’s a growing teen, familiar with the gaze of men, they pass her every day, she  understands the meaning of those pointed stares, the attention her older sister gets, we’ve all been there.

From the Indians of north America, and cultures all but extinct, most of them based on wisdom that used to be so succinct, progress the excuse that comes to mind, do you ever wonder where it’s all going, or are just waiting for the next opportunity to come along, probably. close your eyes and pretend it does not matter, keep on doing that your heart will be in tatters. And why did God Most High send Lord Jesus and others to visit you might ask, I suppose it’s like the flowers and the bees, we have taken for granted for so many years, a mothers meal once consumed forgotten till the next and the next. Well, there is one certainty in life, and we all know the answer to that, we’ll be worm fodder but hopefully after a long living, full stop, fortunately not. If a heaven and there is a hell, your busy living and climbing that ladder, such fine detail as love created becomes too personal, the intangible in the world, the only source of light for God most high. As we deal with the current chaotic world and the dramas being played out, the mighty number of warnings currently about, the miracle escapes as well, seems to me that time will tell the reason why we are about, or our reason for being. 

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. 

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. 

Imitation

Imitation of  love and self by another

it could be the example of a mother

Imitation there’s a name for it

once we have time Imitation we ignore

it when it’s all rough that child grew up

I’ve had enough Imitation the violence we suffer

Can you see yourself in that child that grew up

Depends on the outcome we’re all so vain

Imitation it’s TV influence media and stuff

We cut out the bad pretend it’s another

Do we really care that much

Imitation this guns drugs for everything else

Lawyers to rely upon when in doubt

Blame the next generation I hear them shout

They pass the parcel rather than the blame

Imitation sometimes it just isn’t good enough

Copy the masters they look just the same

Stick in on a wall in a picture frame

Imitation we smile like an old mirror

Our reflection looks back children smother

When all we have to do is let them grow up

Tell Me More Man...

Tell me more man,

My life is in the balance,

The oceans are rising

I’m riding the titanic,

Tell me more man

There are things I

Need to know, for sure

He loves me she asks,

Can you feel my bump,

Tell me more man

My days are burning up

Water tastes so sour

I’m waiting to know,

Boy or girl,

Tell me more man

Sitting in the queue

Down like all the rest

I only seek some news

So that I may do my best

Tell me more man,

I sit nervous and full of hope

hoping its for real

the job comes with benefits

tell me more man,

blue with red stripes

I believe all the hype

They’ll do the best

I wait for the test

Tell me more man

More man had it all

The car the executive jet

He bought cheap on ebay

Like all the rest,

Tell me something new,

Tell me more man

cause they sold out love...

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They traded money hoping it would last,

A colourful wedding everyone gasped

They sold out love to the highest bidder

who needs pictures i need a new liver

Fine wines and expensive meals

Stuff to talk about to friends everafter

Like george best talking shop

It’s a only time before they drop

Love is pleasure but not pleasure itself

A gift from a friend is not a consequence

the way things happen like when u pray

Someday he delivers and you say hey

Hair make up mortgage too

Ring on finger friends on view

Prospects good envy becomes you

God looks on wondering what to do

They took those vows in my name

I look down what a shame

Promises made that will never keep

I spend all my time rounding up sheep

They sold love in all the wrong places

Like perfume on prostituted faces

They sold out love like it was a machine

traded like gold without a sheen

They sold out god for the sake of a few bob

Now they can’t ignore the signs from above

Worried confused all thinking gone weird

What’s going on we’re all blind

 
sell out love and you’ll have none at all

you sow you reap what’s gone is gone

They sold out love he sent his son along

Hoping to see what was going on

hung from a cross on the outskirts of town

Naked and bleeding they watched him drown

All their faces skewed and entertained

Till a few came along at the end of the day

They sold out love and it wont be long

Cause the day is coming with no warning

when it ends only hearts will remain

they were the ones who listened each day

loves calling and you need to care

don’t pass the champagne over there.

Cause they sold out love…

despite the odds...

this is a poem by a friend of mine, deceased, one of the finest human beings there was, Ann M Dooley, died young, despite the odds...

despite the odds, 
i get the jobs
i do the goods
i rock the gods

i make the mark i have to make
i take the "takes" i have to take.
i pull in fast i pull in hard
and try to hold the winning  card

i fall tall
i fall firm
i fall strong
i fall fast

despite the odds

i'll make the mark
i'll make the grade

because after all

this is my life at stake.

despite the odds!