You can't kill Love, not even in Boston

blood soaked streets limbs everywhere, people running like sheep the wolves everywhere, children the proverbial feast, this is not just Boston, God bless them over there. The world cries out, the demonic scream and shout, images travel across the globe, the zealots and their certain talk, we told so their gaze, this is pure evil, of that there is no doubt. a life so full and hopeful, innocence destroyed for all time, the memories that will linger, the pain that goes on and on. Meanwhile, those of evil persuasion, sit back in their comfy chairs, panic on the street is great, lets shed more blood over there. But one wise man or woman is all that is required, for it is those that encourage evil, are those that are running scared So stop and reflect and think before you act, just let the evil doer know that your loving heart is in tact. It is obvious to all decent folk today, that the evil ones are more desperate than you think,  for to allow such public slaughter on a world wide street, is sure sign of the end for those whose lives are hate filled, and this act of random hatred, has been caused to make us all weep. There are more angels in heaven today, dont worry if you feel yourself filled with pain, the only reason we feel this way, is because we are different to they, we care. I guess we have to make up the love lost in Boston, and try to spread it everywhere, amen.

How High The Dow Must Go

wow, tears in their eyes, ticker tape orgasms, squatting those barriers like flies, so easy to manipulate the figures, not so easy manipulate the gatekeeper, not easy dry the tears in their eyes, of children the world over, their innocence destroyed their love denied, call it off are the cries of the weeping souls, God most high will listen to them.

paddypicasso: Education to start, ignorance to end

paddypicasso: Education to start, ignorance to end: Education is the start of everything, ignorance the end. Why wasn't I a porno baron, could have looked at young girls all day, made ...

Education to start, ignorance to end

Education is the start of everything, ignorance the end. Why wasn't I a porno baron,

could have looked at young girls all day, made ten fortunes, made the world excited, and because it would have been my job, it would have been all legal too...like bombing a foreign country, legal, if you get the approval of the UN.

He was in his element. Four funerals the same day, most unusual unless your neighborhood is being bombed daily, and they love the children they say. Harry was part historian. In the seminary they took all his old playboy mags, gave him copies of international graphic instead, a save everything on earth publication, endangered species, honest people, natural women, happy children, harry liked the leopards too, not just the lepers. Education is the start of everything, ignorance usually the end, as evolution shows. If you don’t change you die, even energy companies know this, global warming experts too. What did the so called experts do before global warming came along, probably teachers. Citizens of the world keep chasing dollars with the relentlessness of a vicious tumor  If those printing machines can spurt out money why not print a few more batches, no one will notice, and the hungry the world over get fed, really that simple. Can’t interfere with the economy, whose fooling who here.

 Harry believed in miracles. Unlike money, love never rusts, and rust never sleeps, money rusts if you don’t spend it or give it to someone else. Ask the Cypriots what happened to their stash. Love of money just goes too far, rusts the heart, you've been warned. If the children of the world have a voice, let it be heard, and quickly. The pain of death by starvation, the wealth of so many nations, the pious statements of world leaders, the five course dinners they spend hours over, the long shuttle home on the private jet, waking the next day with the worst of hangovers, nothing compared to the future offers from above, room with a view and a bed of glass for starters, menu indescribable, just lots of surprises for you. And you did this to all those kids, really he asks, as you plead with him, not even the greatest Hollywood script writer will get you out of this mess. 

Nurture and Fresh Air

He spoke to the beauty at the end of the saloon

She smiled back at him as if  already she knew

No words exchanged she left the bar

He followed suite and acted like he can

Twenty dollars later she puts more makeup on

It wasn’t a choice a career set in lights

A common family ailment she did the best she can

Alive with hope and always seeking faith

She’d quit this job entirely when she had it made

Years grow on her emotions turn to despair

Her familyunawre hasn’t seen the desperate affair

A longing for love that will never fully mature

Nurture counts in large amounts like our fresh air

That’s not all I do her takings in recession

She pulls out a picture her daughter aged seven

He thinks quickly I know some else he smiles

Gladly she goes to the circus and cries

Money has us in the can inept and boring

We seem to glow in happiness doing totally nothing

Lying on our backs pumping as hard

The lord looks on I must do something

Casino mart children family in various broke up parts

They say the last to know is left with a broken heart

To see the world immersed in its own glorious sewer

Children available on demand and by the hour

Cult of Confusion

Confusion is a normal thing, it happens daily, happens with age, and with children, it’s a tool they use against you, hard to believe but true, confusion. It happens in many ways, the consequence which can differ, basic cause is you and me, confusion, it happens each waking day, the threat of change to come, the consequence of addiction, the hope of getting through, confusion, the days are changing fast, the wind we can’t rely on, the evergreens are drunk now, the days are nearly through, confusion, your call is a wise one, a warning to all who hear, the actions of so many, controlled by the few, the danger is being constructed by a cult nothing less, a consequence of acting like Gods while the world tries to renew, confusion.

you face, the wrinkles on your neck, the drooping chin, the rubber tummy, the fear in your lovers eyes, your reflection that is, the fear of opening up, the mountain you keep for yourself, and they say the world is a loving place, confusion more likely, so it appears to me.

school time, children act out the fantasy of learning, teachers on the brink of destruction, governments on the edge forever fighting, pope wonders his dreams far away, mothers wonder how they cope, attention seeking deficit the order of the day, confusion, no, they just planned it that way.

Eating Fear

About to shut it down, he had one category on his list that didn't have a line through it. Jesus never got tired he thought, got upset a lot though, about to switch off then stopping. He didn't need reminding about it, gambling. He’d gambled his life on God,  there being a God, God that was never seen, a God that had no PR, many spurious religions professing knowledge of him though, yet no one knowing him, or her, even behaving like God, dignity respect self worth education fornication pleasure even consideration, it was a gamble all right, the notion of God. Harry discussed this topic of global interest and anarchy daily, the basis of God, and how fundamental the people of the entire world truly are, and the simplicity of money, keeping it simple, money. At least it cut out the notion of there being a God. lack of money plenty to worry about, why think of God of all people. So many empires had been built on this very notion, of there being No God, and every one of these same empires were now extinct. Even harry had questions he wanted to ask, matters that stood out in his mind. For now though he was seeking exposure to the craze of TV gambling, poker, poker schools, celebrity poker, million dollar pots, another push against humanity, and the embrace of selfishness in such a public manner. Even retired TV stars were being resurrected to sell it, the advent of online poker. Nude poker, hadn't seen it yet but it was close. Strip poker, he’d played it as a kid, but menace wasn't sex, the menace being excitement and thrill. On TV, they were hoping to execute the self destruction of the human race and all things good. Chips were not dollars, pots were thousands, the players, probably actors. But it seemed so exciting when the two voice over commentators try to decipher the mental state of the contestants, imagining the worries of the viewer, as if what they were watching was real, not the blatant attempt by a group of greedy dot coms, doing whatever it took to entice the young and naïve to their web address of destruction, a system for the basic removal of cash from your bank account using your emotions, wonderful really, so kind minded of them, children, there’ll always be plenty left over, children, you too could be famous. Harry wasn't blond or naive, but for some reason he felt protected, by God of course. It had worked so far for him. He’d remained sane so far against the constant attack on the human being, emotionally that is. What next, their next trick, an attack on the elderly he supposed, they eat fear daily, don't they.