Poetry Love Heart

Poetry, the opportunity to refrain from thinking, chance to reflect on something else, form of meditation I suppose, helps put down the worries, allows new thoughts in, to fill the mind and heart, there is someone else that cares, you are not alone in this, it gives hope to those anxious or in despair, one way God helps us all daily, provides the talents necessary for it, hopefully we use them wisely, the many gifts poured out by the Holy Spirit, just saying there’s much more to poetry, and the arts in general, amen.

How often has you heart moved, not often enough if your honest, put on that old song of yours, listen to your heart beat as tears swell, be it the joy the sorrow the reminisce,

Worlds of love need constant reassurance, words of love give us great assurance, music poetry great movies performance dance, ways to unwrap the emotions we hide sometimes, the world doesn’t encourage outpourings regularly, they send you to the doctor usually, then medicate you till you stop hoping, that’s not loving is it really?

Love, it hurts sometimes it don’t it isn’t love, much easier to give birth without pain, easier to watch a child grow without worry, the pain of watching them leave home, the first day they are not with you, the waiting as they come home from afar, love is meant to be tough sometimes, not all the time just occasionally, it’s the great reminder that’s wisdom in action, you’ll get to understand what it really is, growth inside your body and soul, sometimes we need to mess up, makes the reunion of love even better.

JFK, A Prophet?

Mr Kennedy

Funded elections, publicly funded presidential campaigns, distrusted advisers, too many with masters degree’s, anyone can get one, meant nothing, he was right, world is in crisis, never more folks with masters degree’s, can you buy one, I suppose you can, they push these degree’s, network I suppose, jobs for those with it I suppose, why else would people bother, the world is in a mess, so much for the master’s degree, education hasn't saved the world, love might, we’ll see, as for his disdain for the arms industry, cross border initiatives for Asian issues, sought a combined approach, mislead over Cuban crisis, unease with cigarette industry and health industry, imagine,  unraveling of power networks, unease with Vietnam, disdain for Richard Nixon, 100% right there, supported Martin Luther king when unpopular, in a nutshell, he opened minds on what ought to happen, before he was murdered, same thing happened to Archbishop Romero, Che Guevara, Martin Luther king, Robert Kennedy, anyone who opened the minds of people, deemed a threat to the elite, those who wanted to control our lives, the “IN” people, the “IN” people, great future ahead for them, allowed the Vietnam war to happen, and an awful lot worse, caused regime change in many places, helped the spread of corruption, encouraged the spread of drug addiction, and a host of other things. Imagine the reception these people, their supporters and their friends will receive, when they are held to account. Just to add a note to proceedings, Mr Kennedy, donated every dime he earned in politics to charitable causes, that was sixty years ago. I’m just pointing out to whoever believes in God, the difficulty every believer had, and the lengths that the evil minded went to, to control the message, and undermine faith in God Most High. Imagine, an America, where presidential elections were funded by the people, and not the interests of big business, and it might have happened, if Mr Kennedy hadn’t been murdered, or his brother. I read a book, an honest account, of what the man thought in private, told by a close friend of his, who retained a diary of it, an insight big business would never want to happen. No lobbying for president, no scurrying around the country, imagine, having to vote for a candidate because of the issues and not the amount of money he can afford to spend. Just a thought, perhaps Mr Kennedy was a prophet of his time, amen, bless his soul. The unfulfilled work, the talent buried, wonder if there is anyone out there with his balls!. If anyone who reads this is American, pass this on. The book I refer to, war written by the former editor of Newsweek, a man called Ben Bradlee, in the 1970’s. Evil prospers when good people stand idle.

Trust

Trust, do you understand the meaning of the word, so much effort made to undermine trust in everything, examples abound everywhere you look, daily you are reminded to be distrustful, in other words, you are being taught to be destructive of love, and that is the goal of the evil spirit, that is the goal of the damaged soul, Jesus speaks of trust in the fullest meaning of the word, and the consequences of it, the rulers of this earth want you to trust in man made things, God, and Jesus the prophets sent to strengthen us, all mention the need to trust, trust being faith in Love Faith in God, so even when the road gets rough retain you trust, we have enough friends who will constantly remind us not to trust, it’s the cancer that was spread throughout the world, it was the reason why faith in God was damaged by this constant rhetoric, well, see the image posted with this blog, it’s God’s way of reminding us to hold on to the love we have, the faith we have, the spell of the evil one has been destroyed and its been evidenced by the many blessings being poured out across the world, amen. What is a marriage without trust, agony for all concerned, what is a friendship without trust, a boat with a leak

Perversion

The Perversion

The legacy of evil has reached a peak, and it ain’t going any higher, the cries in the hearts of true love, are being heard in all the right circles, no time to abandon faith time to act out wisdom, the orchestraters of evil the mind benders, the fallen angels and their wicked schemes, have reached the evil peak and it’s permanent hell for all those involved, their callous supporters and their associates better prepare for the torment that is their future, from this day moment forward for all eternity, it’s game over for this lot and their efforts to control, and using children and the emotional tab is rock bottom, it’s going to be paradise for the real believers and a mixture of shame and punishment for the remainder, the legacy of deceit corruption and moral decay has stirred up God Most High, rejoice if you believe as these words are spoken, amen.

Using former child stars to excite and confuse young children, the perversion that is idol worship and abuse of minds, the worst form of tactic in trying to control the growing mind, watch the world shine, amen

Poisoning the Airways

Poisoning the airways

Poisoning the minds

It’s accountability time

Man tells honest story

State goes into attack mode

The truth doesn’t matter

Damage limitation exercise

They search for anything

Hoping for the worst

They manufacture evidence

Hope to stop the outpouring

God appears in the Sky,

Sends storms and more,

They are listening now,

Poisoning the world,

Poison the child,

They’ll soon fill with hate.

Well God Most High isn’t impressed,

Truth serum global change outlook

All over the entire world,

This has been the status,

Control control control,

Well that plan is as they say,

All, over over over, amen.

vampire heart

Do they know love or are they doing the rounds, good job good education a good address a future unwinds, we’ll soon be in control of everything, well not any more, no group is safe from it, the God of Love is on the warpath, seeking those responsible like a mission impossible, what have they done to my children, turned them to be exploited on demand like that TV channel, keep them dazzled keep them looking, dazed confused you can sell to them, day and night  valium Prozac whatever and a thousand other legal highs, get them young call it condition to the medicine man, doctor doctor you must have something for that, he smiles, more blinding than the sun another one he thinks, gleefully pulls out the latest concoction safe and legal and completely tested, you trust government don’t you, take four of those each day years later the entire nation addicted, the days turned into years, the presidential also rans came and went, chaos reaches peaks and  perversions, dow jones index and your personal debt, the record amounts of cash stashed off shore, the many millions waiting in line for their social security check, forget the others in trouble they never counted anyway, then they saw the cloud in the sky and many huge happenings and knew the game was up, suddenly there was cause for concern in high circles, love had escaped the dark room it was trapped in  hope found daylight, and like a smile it spread till it touched everyone, except those hiding in very dark spaces, the vampire hearts who never venture in the light, well, they are all being rounded up and caught, just like a good old western movie, it might have looked a mission impossible, but nothing is impossible when God Most High in on the case, it’s just a matter of fact.

still only fifteen

under pressure still ain't fifteen, the mobile phone they gave me is tearing me inside, tweet tweet Facebook email confusion imagery, can’t handle it at all my friends the same,  we are in despair, where did it go wrong, why didn't a single human stand up, the abyss the world is looking into, couldn't get much worse than this..and still only fifteen

Celebrities everywhere profit the most use the technology, to make us all pay it all whatever the cost, yet the world is in crisis and they are helping us to fail, could a child handle pressure like this in the womb, days are different now and people everywhere beginning to see, I suppose I’ll be another statistic like so many of my age, unless something is done very quickly

Technology giants offer me porn and a the gambling addiction, get used to it they warns us but all the counseling will be free, never lasts long those free offers do they, not our fault we didn't put the gun in his hand, planted thoughts that were alien to me inside my head, was hard to access then now that stuff is everywhere, still only fifteen

God are you listening have the you addicted as well, they tweet you we hear what will you say, believe you said and we did my mother my father my brothers,..still wait for your intrusion on the race of the so called human being, if ever there was a time to enter the fray the time is now, please let someone care and assist me..still only fifteen
They gather around the counseling industry opportunities, big money to be made sorting all these young people out, politicians cry tears and promise us a new year even a new gym, my mother sighs her tears silent her hurt kept deep within, my father swears out loud asks God how did it happen again, two days later I’m cold like my life never mattered at all, amen, I’m under pressure and very young, you’re the adults here, do something, ..still only fifteen

The Guitar Man

The love of the world is the heart of God, and when we love, God grows happy.

Sometimes it’s overwhelming, bizarre, but nothing in this world can be more

Pleasing, that feeling, the heart ache, it means your living for all the right reasons,

You feel the pain, you encounter joy, and reach places, that are unforgettable, and feelings that you dream of. Children are the biggest love pools out there, and when they fill with love, they shine, light up, watch the eyes of a happy child and the

Feeling of pure joy, and the tears God sheds, which is sun light. It gets better,

When you stay in the zone of love, God doesn't ignore you, he ensures you

The company of angels, and your progress matters, cause God is all that is divine,

And Love is the only intangible that matters at the end of the day, as you put your

Head on the pillow, never alone even if you’d feel alone, you rest with the angels, and boy does that feel real damn good, try is sometime and prepare to be surprised. I have and it’s out of this world, just don’t forget to clean up as they say.

the change

Faces full of meaning, outwardly spoken good intentions, underneath deception,  your average politician, millions marching with rage, truth revealed tempers roar, police force batons on them, keep them quite awhile, till conflict spills on the streets again, political voices promise resolutions, spin doctors advisors up the storm, this kind of speech might save us, but it  works again, streets clear the anger cools, educated type believe the hype, we can save the economy together, what’s the point in tearing it down. haven’t had my breakfast, this is too much to stomach, all your life to dwell on it, but only the change will put it right, summer holiday is here, can’t we delay it a night, we’ll be back to work in September, brake not from peace but for recreation. Blame the medication didn’t take enough, lying in the bed no sleep all night, images and memories faces in the news, they blemish your mind, hate seeing such stuff, prefer the sports channel, just results to worry about. Quite, no one around one click, escape to fantasy world, it’s your last time, like you said the other night, looks like mother quickly you click, girls of your age makes you wonder a bit, boy is only twelve but he soon has enough. What’s going on he asks, I’m too young for that kind of gaze, wonder why they have such stuff, don’t we all engage

Enough.  Mobile phone throbs in the pocket, amazing the places it can take you, amazing the change it can make to you. Circle after circle amuse me, entertain me keep me dazed, dealing with the truth is an offence these days, why did Edward Snowden and all those wake up our souls, make us think about what was happening, perhaps it’s the chance we have been waiting for, to fulfill our lives and live it, perhaps it’s the change, we are in fear of it. they believed in the great prophets, all those years ago, had to deal with change too, and like our current times, those in power today, will do anything to hang onto the reigns, and will do anything to prevent the change.

Robin Hood

Something going on over there, send some planes to Iraq sir, plenty of whistle blowers over there, we have plenty of spares, munitions industry can’t believe their luck, wars going on everywhere, Swiss bank accounts swinging again, thought they were going to do something about that, transparency they call it, it’s a drink you take, makes you forget everything, not another whistle blower, more ravenous that those termite invasions we experienced in New York, do you think, pension fund gets in on the act, finance required for another democratic republic, lions share of the peoples resources, wasn’t theirs, anyway we found it, like raiding your handbag, beginners look, hedge funds can’t get near the action, all of them foaming at the mouth, white stuff pouring out, there has to be an angle, can’t we bribe anyone, the CIA they have contacts there, so do the Russians sir they got in first, oil copper gold diamonds, can’t we sell their children too, I want some of it screams the mafia news king, did someone mention young girls, don’t we own the pension fund senor, and the pilfering goes on, stealing using lawyers opinions for safe keeping, parade of vultures of the human kind, and this is what they offer thinks God looking on, what a surprise they will be receiving if they don’t remedy this instantly, free will, perhaps I was generous, private jet full of war zone business men drops from the sky, were going down screams the arms dealer I didn't deserve this, neither did the mineral rich countries you turned into a business, destroying hope innocence love and everything good with it, pity they never think in advance before they rob you, well there was only ever one Robin Hood.

start again

Every character flawed, the cast is global, why expect perfection, religion is biased, why is it a problem. Everything except nature, made, carved out of ideas, and when nature goes astray, mankind at work. We grab issues, just to keep in the game, start a protest for this, a week later it’s something else, moving the process on, opening the minds, of those who were closed, the reason why, the world is changing faster, now than ever before, it’s called communications. the click of a mouse, we are in the conflict zone, for the hit we can even use a drone, star wars nice distraction, using communications to start wars, that takes talent, nosier when everybody knows what is actually going on. It’s the fox in the hen house all over again, except the hens are armed this time. There are flaws in everything; the United States government thought it could buy off the recession, like gambling on the roulette table, hoping that numbers comes up. Arab countries of the Islamic tradition, facing war from any number of religious mostly Islamic, all seeking power. Half the world’s population live in poverty. The arms industry thrives. It’s legal to get out of your mind using prescribed medication, long term usage affects, they invent another brand instead, and the short term, so many use these pills they all keep quiet about it. Any valiums dear, Prozac will do, even a few sleepers, even the child who can’t handle, internet TV mobile phone social trending exercise friends not forgetting porn, they have specially prescribed pills. Sounds like one massive con. You name it they have a pill for that. In tax shelters, theft is legal, your money lies over the ocean so to speak. Companies cheat legally too. pretending everything is going to be all right, just because you have security, they had that in Iraq, Syria, Afghanistan Vietnam Congo Zimbabwe Greece and many other places too. It’s time to start over again, and this of course calls for a plan. It’s time to turn our obsessions into something productive, love into actions, education into wisdom, and hope into reality. A new world order is called for, rooted in the hearts, not rooted in laws.

one simple idea that might change the world

republicans, democrats, the disillusioned, even the cat, what if, it's the question we ask, tragedy after tragedy, well this may solve all those questions you ask, and without having to spill any blood, it could change the outlook of the world, imagine that.
rather than give out complain spout off even rant, imagine a world, i'm referring to the good old U.S.A. in fact, but with the usual diatribe and response to come, when the next election comes round, why not set up a fund, one dollar a week, from all of you who live therein, to be used in the event of the right man or woman choosing to run in, in the next presidential election, assuming we get that far. we have a two party system, suits the current main parties, but imagine if this week, a bank account became available, whereby, Americans of all groupings could contribute to, in less than a year there would be enough to encourage a candidate, that represented the interests of all the people, not those on the left or the right. currently, money decides who gets elected, meritocracy doesn't count anymore. i know the first thing out of your minds is fraud, who'll get the cash, well how about trying to get one person, possibly a woman, to stand for the position. it would bring the lobbying industry to it's knees, to have a totally independent person of integrity and zeal in charge, rather than the party person, whom one side or the other owns. in God we trust you say, well God Most High loves believers most of all, who act accordingly.

Cokeheads Dream...(Hitler Got Away With It)

Pete washed her smell off his body, rubbing himself all over, cleansing himself. HIV/AIDS was a growing issue, especially in the music business. Good wash after sex was staple for him. Had she made it home, he’d forgot to ask her a favour, a delivery he needed making that evening to the producer, tv guy who could offer her work.

The water was instant and hot as she stepped into the shower. Used to it she didn’t flinch, enjoying the heat, her head and mind in far away places, far away from men, fucking machines to her, no loyalty, she was good at pretending when it came to men.

She’d loved once, many years ago, so far from it now, she could hardly remember, unless she felt cheap or easy, used and abused, as she had that day, not blaming anyone, no denial to comfort her, she liked raw life, unwrapped for what it was, yourself alone in a hopeless world. She’d never forgiven God for that day, the day his plane crashed and their dreams ended. Aid worker too, what god would forsake an aid worker she asked, no God would allow such a thing happen to one so good, so giving. She hadn’t read the story of Jesus closely, she just had God, the prayer maker, the one you confess your hopes and dreams to when the going is good and all life is star like. God did not exist in gloom, not in her heart anyway. But harry gave her a different feel, a sense of longing she was having difficulty with. Pete introduced them one night, introduced her to cocaine and others too. Politeness wasn’t something she was used to from men either. Usually it was a case of clean clothes, fresh smells, loose morals and little else, the holy grail being love and being loved in return. Men wanted her knickers and only treated her when she treated them to sex. Story of mankind she supposed until Jesus came along, so the story went. Rubbing her sex organ clean, she doused it in liquid soap, trying to erase the last testimony to it’s existence or worth. Pete who’d been with every pretty woman in London it seemed had been her latest regular fuck, a mutual respect based on lust and coke and her lack of pride. So she took coke to boost her mental strength, so claimed pete who was glad to furnish her with the shit anytime he needed a favour.

Stir fry has to be mixed and turned so that it doesn’t burn. Bit like your skin in the sun. you keep moving around until it’s brown all over. Harry enjoyed cooking, healed his drug taking in that he couldn’t role joint and stir fry at the same time. Piri was added, a spice, salt and pepper, soy sauce too, the pan sizzled, harry kept turning the smell got better. The microwave went beep, meaning the rice was cooked. Ten to six, he was ahead of schedule.

Pete was on the street, walking to his local. A caller wanted a half ounce, and it was a regular, another media head. A fashion house was having an after launch party for a few guests, no coke no party, no coke no impressionable young women who wanted to live on the money of the seemingly wealthy. Most of them would end up on the hire circuit, sex hire that is, but they were too young yet to notice what the real world had in mind for them. Oliver waited inside the door of the kings head bar, drinking just water, hand inside jacket clutching a £1,000 wedge. Come pete he urged to himself, he’d promised a pal he’d have a fix for them, pete was usually reliable.

“I knew I could rely on you” laughed ollie on seeing his pal enter the bar, the same time calling a gin and tonic for his pal.

“make it a water” interrupted pete, well aware of the amount of coke crystals in his head lungs chest and heart. Coke on it’s own was survivable, not so cute with alcohol he’d learned from a few dead friends, knowledge he didn’t share.

“visions of Erica, they’re a new name, you should see the young chicks” quipped ollie trying to make small talk, while pete fiddled with a package that had been stuffed down his underpants, between his balls and anus.

“hurry up” added ollie looking at his watch.

I’ll choke him swore pete to himself, swear I will, all the time fumbling with the plastic bag, careful not to give ollie the bag with the mixed stuff, but the bag with the good stuff. It was well known in the media and TV business that quality of coke was a sign of a company on the up. The poorer companies mixed their coke three to four times. Haute couture was 50% pure coke and twice the price of the badly mixed shit. A bit like beer and brandy to an alcoholic with poor liver function. But fashion houses made so much money from favoured clients, that the whole coke thing became normal. Same for TV and the mile a minute comic who can’t shut up, hilarious. More hilarious was the reality that those in the media industries were more likely to be around cocaine regularly than the average addict. You never hear of the drug testing of TV/media  executives even though they sell propaganda daily. Hitler got away with it I suppose.

Lament For Hugo

We Will Never Forget You

(a.k.a. Hugo we will never forget you)

Busy, looking for the make up honey, it’s your turn to collect the kids today, by the way I never received the cheque, they caught bin laden by the way, everyone cheers, the world has changed, still haven’t got the cheque, Bradley manning gets twenty years to life, big cheer all around, yeah, he was a traitor, gun lobby cheers even louder, who were the sandy hook children anyway ,in the wrong place at the wrong time, they should have armed guards in schools all day, who’ll we blame I hear them say, oops, one of our opps wiped out a school bus full of children in Iraq today, we’ll send them a cheque as well, they’ll feel better that way, national security hires private police force, wont be on the payroll, call them consultants, congress likes it that way, too many numbers on the list as it is, who’ll we go for next they say, room full of clones discuss the use of drones, pr man comes up with a plan, sounds fairly smart todd we think your very smart, we’ll make you the national director, todd who, haven’t a clue neither has todd, they believe what they hear in the news, call it a terror hit and put some top level names on that bus hit, pope in tears he pleads to God, you elevated me to this job, and I’m surrounded by a ticking bomb list, pope refuses to go along with their plan, won’t allow the planned nuclear hit, a step too far he retires instead, pandemonium, we need our guy to get elected, anyone in the little black book, oh crikey, Hugo Chavez is dead.

God throws of his gown, puts down the golden staff, sees a row of empty jars, in the corner there’s a full one, full of the horrors that are the human race, takes one in his hand and smashes it towards the earth, all gone, the end, an entire section of mankind goes on the run. Todd Todd, I thought you hand a handle on this, you go to church don’t you, todd stutters, I really don’t know what to do, he’s lost his tongue. I gave them every chance speaks God, I’ll turn them all into baffling fools for the horror they have done.

One good man, and lots of great women, is this the harvest of all that they have done, St Peter shakes with fear, the last time he say his master this angry, he soon saw a tsunami come and a country disappear.

Born to poverty, reminded of it as he grew up, faith in God strong, waited for his time to come, struck when he had enough, came to power, freed the poor the impoverished with a grin, even sang, gave back to the poor what belonged to them, was ridiculed in Washington for what he’d done. The road to hell is full of Good intentions, and ignorance is not going to save you, neither will it save anyone. The wealthy elite who stole and cheat, plan to retake the wealth they vested on themselves, with the help and blessing of the American people, it’s Venezuela we want, the key the director of the C.I.A. states, and he’s Irish, there is prayer in his veins. Wasn't Hugo right all those years ago, thank God for the French revolution, the first tsunami of hope that world has ever known, when the people stood up and said no. Together we can do it.

Trust in Jesus Christ, he’s the only one who can save us now…

The Rhetoric of Hope

Magda was getting close to him, becoming friendlier. The late Pope John Paul was polish too. She was making polish cookies for him. He’d have to invite her around sometime. She might have been a lonely polish immigrant. She didn’t seem the sort to be short of, friends or male company.  Harry hadn’t studied the relationship in depth yet, too busy and occupied by his Mission, TV task, seeing is believing isn’t that what it’s all about. He nibbled one of her cookies, chipping the biscuit, tasting a bit. More followed, soon the biscuit was done and in his stomach. He quickly followed it with a swig from the coke bottle, leaving a food splurge around the bottle opening. She’d all the attributes of a wife on one hand, a mistress on the other, magda that is. She was creeping more and more into his reality. Cooking, polite, seemed proud,  physically, all reich, right, young, mid twenties about, and blue eyes. He could have been describing the Arian race, perfect white folks. If only it was 1940 again, I a german soldier, and I and i.. and lots more I’s. It was 2013, history had dealt with the issue he hoped. Hitler might have encouraged eugenics, the world now practiced it. Every woman was a potential dyed bomb, blonde, whatever. Israeli casualties were counted down the line, sectioned by age, sex, and qualifications. Arab casualties were simply rounded up. The conflict on the ground was been fought out on TV too. Incitement and call to war on both sides, people with no or little formal education are easy to upset. They believe what they’re told. Sending boys to fight for god while the world looked on, the majority too busy to think, a second mortgage on the mind. Harry kept up his channel watch. Forcing himself to inhale the rhetoric of hatred again and again. Mullahs, generals, premiers, state employees, war hero’s, anyone who had an opinion, anyone likely to upset, anyone controversial, never anyone reasonable, harry didn’t hear the voice of reason utter that often. The stories became testaments to technology and branded war heads. The nuclear moment was getting nearer, when everything would be clearer, so it seemed to harry, either that or it was an expensive and emotive game of chess he was watching. It certainly wasn’t dialogue even though it was dressed up to appear so. His eyes tired, he’d been watching the shows for four hours without a break. He was so disturbed his JD remained undisturbed. Faces on screen have changed, the make up is the same though, as the news is the same, repeated threats, incitement, and encouragement, the media splurge unrelenting, the continuous repeat, the drums of war pounding in the background, the news wrapped in flashy presentations, who wouldn’t be impressed. Himmler managed it without technology. The old pie charts were now flash presentations, percentages moved as the newscaster continued to read aloud. The latest reader poll was 60/40 in favour of the limited use of nuclear weapons.  As long as they confine it there, not near us, not in our back garden, would we need medical insurance, would it affect our children. A little more excitement, woke harry up in fact. Everyone liked money. The cost of war blared the voice of a narrator. Zip zip, zip….zip. perfect animations of ammunition stock piles appear in a row. Tanks appear underneath, followed by another row of numbers, all the above underlined. A figure harry never knew existed appeared in big black capitals, something approaching a figure in the trillions, what’s a trillion, loads of big thrills, plenty of explosion for sure. Zero’s that go on forever, harry didn’t know that such an amount of money even existed. There’s money being spent in the middle east. Who was earning it, all this money, would have been much more helpful he thought, about to shoe it out of the small hotel room.

It'll be all right....sure it will...

Stop spinning me round trying to make me sound like it’s okay, I’ve heard enough to make me give up cause this life is tough, I spend my days getting over my fears looking ahead of my dreams, still I feel so misunderstood, now all I hear is spin this over here, tell them that over there, they’re messing this world up, all right, where’s my God the one I put my trust in, just do as me he said and it’d be all right, well I’m tired at the displays and the empty words, they throw away, I can’t feed my children on this dream, I go out at night with my clothes real tight, hoping to make it through to the next morning rise, so don’t tell me it’s all right and or we’ve won the fight, show me and I’ll believe you, just don’t tell me it’ll be all right, cause it isn’t and my children who go hungry don’t lie, it’s been like this for many years, the struggle for identity my children face practical ruin, educate you say and it’ll be grand, while fat politicians rule over the land, so don’t tell me don’t lie while you hide among your crowd, show me don’t bore before I give up for all time…

Substitute to Love..

My life my wife my expectations like it’s my right, my job my ambition, my talent my mission, my god is missing, hardly expect god to shine, he prefers fishing, my health my wealth my ego my desire, my ignorance my forgetfulness, my children my chickens, my what is missing, my my my, do I know anything, facebook reputations twitter conversations, dieting tables plastic surgery labels, famine, moral intervention, why bother, movie star credentials, newspapers read about me, use of prescription drugs at titanic levels of expectation, children are trophies, mothers work harder than before, strangers mind children, no love there everyone knows, and it’s been like this for years, remember Pompeii, Babylon, the roman empire, the dire warnings ignored, all turned to dust, don’t be so disturbed, it couldn’t possibly happen to you, keep following the brand leader, those idols you all adore, what about the revelations about women, written thousands of years before, not fit for this, could not possibly do that, preference nation status, did you ever hear such obvious pure rubbish, as if what was written all those years ago was direct and to the point today, a rule that you must follow, well women learned it how about you, forever marginalized not allowed to speak, blamed for all the wrongs, does this sound like the wife, and all that ever was and ever will be asked of you, did you love with a true heart or were you simply following rules, and so it goes on and on, and what you might say is the point in all this, well I got this great call one of those you just can’t miss, like the day you get your first heart attack one day your gonna find out, too much TV I suppose, I can’t hear the TV, all eyes on that little screen just like Leonard said, has anyone seen my glasses, the enjoyment we feel watching the mighty fall, well privately, anything for a substitute to love…

What a Dream!

Persecution of family persecution of love by whom you ask or do we just pretend like we never understood, search for the holy grail search for gold we’d rather entail, human kind or do you mind but the word that matters is the one spoken by the loving kind, the journey has come to an end and all we wait for is God to send, those that are merciful loving and kind, the wrong doers never encourage love charity or anything of that kind, rejoice today all over the world the secret is out and it’s not going away, Gods desire was one very simple wish to find a love  that can’t ever be dismissed, a light so strong that it is impossible to ignore, a light so improbable that we thought we’d never get there, rejoice all of you of good standing and reputation, those who put love where it should be the final destination, rejoice today for the news is all bright God and his angels have overcome and won the fight, fear is dead except in the minds of those where it exists, the souls who sold out neighbours friends and others for gain and money their only sight, the persistent attack on all that is good has come to an end I hope it’s understood, I have seen the light and the power that dwells therein, rejoice all of you who soldier in the light, rejoice today and stay where it’s bright, rejoice, we have overcome the angels of evil and in darkness they’ll reside, I had the dream victory is ours, all over the world rejoice. amen 

Are really a celebrity!

Are you a celebrity, then get me out of here, are you skin deep then that’s what you are, where is your heart you seem to have lost it, well get one quick before you perish in the fire, don’t you love celebrity and the affect it has on children, don’t you love people who sell their celebrity, find me a rifle I’m getting too fond of them, example, a simple word and the media sets a great example, and don’t your children appreciate the fact that these celebrities are sexualizing them, well they’ve been sexualizing us all for decades, now it’s time to get them all out of here, celebrity footballer and their agent friends, the size of their bank account we’d all like one, the pace quickens as the heart races, example is set and there’s no stopping children, cause we all follow example just like them, don’t suppose there is much celebrity in heaven, no time for it either in the places that matter, guess all those celebs will have lots of company in the spit roast of hell, I imagine it well, cause they set examples that only lead you to hell, great job being a celebrity pity about the prospects after though, where’s my new car dude, I’ve a page three wife, I get to see her over sized chest every single night, envious I hope cause we like to remind you, she wears a dress that don’t cover her ass, bet you’d like to see more but you’ll have to pay for that, celebrity minded people are such a load of dynamite, you have been warned.

The romans thought they were celebrities too, till the lord lost patience with them and rubbed them all out, if you don’t believe me check the facts out, they thought they could buy everyone buy their way out, sorry no celebrities on the bus to heaven tonight, well you could always get a real job or do something worthwhile with you life, as for lionel messi, he’s no celebrity he’s just gifted with his feet, goodnight, and he scores when it matters too. There are many good people who masquerade as celebrities but you’ll never figure them out, they are what you call stars.