freedom freedom freedom

Freedom freedom freedom, cry is worldwide, excuses used by superpowers, to invade everywhere, politicians offer asylum, children all look stunned, all of them wondering, what is going on, jailed for telling the truth, these are people here, outrage shouts the media, this is not fair, arm and defend them, the louder the call, it’s been heard everywhere, don’t tell Bradley manning, Edward snowden is in hiding, martin luther king assassinated, and so many others, why such fear of the truth, conspiracies and theories probably true, just don’t open your mouth, only get you wiped out, unless your friends have armies for hire. Iraq, get rid of that dictator, replace them with another one, it’s the story of south America, the power of money over right, and why should we care. Basically put, those who don’t care, never tried to help, they join forces to silence the truth, hoping they will hang onto power and it worked, for an awful long time, not going to work anymore.  busy I don’t have the time, job to get to a wife to support, children take up my time, that’s the way the world is, get used to it and grow up, cliché excuses thrown out like garbage, hoping to quell the truth within, failing that the doctor and prescription medication, at least it’s legal unlike that illegal stuff, go back to the end of the queue sir, we’ll get to your dying child next, and of course you have insurance, it’s part of the rule and regulation set, and you wonder why Edward Snowden speaks up, think of the abused child, too young to speak, only able to show discontent, with actions that stray, descent into alcohol and drug like escapes, they plan for that, special clinics to take care of that, plan, plan for all that is wrong, planning for the truth to come out, cover up no questions asked, assassination allowed by government, perhaps a promotion as well. God Most High is getting dry in the throat, heard the endless reasons and is not very pleased with that,  I’m certain the road ahead is going shaky, perhaps disappear off the radar entirely, unless we start to hear see and to act. What do you think happens when the truth is kept down, it fades and dies along with wisdom, ask you ex wife. loving the only action of interest to a loving and all powerful God, who is doing his best to shower us with wisdom, and the heart is the only place where it can rest safely, and when the heart is no longer warm to truth, supply is switched off. Edward Snowden turned on the truth indicator again, and support for him is pouring in all over, government spin doctors wont weasel their way out of this mess, for a very long time, probably never, the titans of evil are on the run, the usual cover up, it’s not working the way they planned, thank God.

waiting for a hurricane

Celebrityitis, farmed chicken farmed children, the

Disease of epic proportions, sweeping through the world

the disease of a lifetime, every dogs a lassie, children

imitate centrefolds, they like being watched, get over it

dudes, damn it all why bother, your in a wheelchair,

 

mentally crippled, a little terrified, you should be,

Immerse yourself in alcohol, lie to your children,

take cocaine, as much as you can, photograph

everyone, the neighbors too, they're annoying,

future is wonderful, amazon is healthy, are your

children, your neighbour thinks so, the sex industry

booms, Lend money to your bank, make them smile,

take sailing lessons, buy a boat, waters are rising,

is the global temperature, global warming or global

warning, why worry, end it all, now, the future is gold,

jump from a building, seen it on TV, blame your therapist

instead, blame God, did I say that, it’s like waiting for a

hurricane.

invasion of the mind game specialists

Invasion of the mind game specialists, not fiction but fact, the same tactics have worked, from Myanmar to North Korea, Afghanistan to the borders of Ireland, the methods of the spin doctor, does that sound right,  say it again but make it perfect, this is an ongoing battle,  you better watch out, from the moment your born, the garish colors they push into the mind, baby T gets used to it, identities they create, fodder for the perverse, it’s no easy way out, when you don’t know the path. Silly aahs, madness, I can hear you far away, who writes this crap, life it’s just the way, same for women who slave day to day, the men look on, no one looks back, the toil of another hearts journey, they do it for their children, they can’t walk away. Men only, if they could have children, had the heart of a mother, worried about the living bubble, they hold inside them , wasn't supposed to be that way, horror of horror  women fight back, taking over cause the men left off, gave them voting rights, a little more sway, like the women kept ignorant, it just happened to be the way, till justice came to town, and someone turned the lights on, and out of the dark they came, in awe at the prospect that there is another way, and it’s not stopping no matter what, the loving God most high, wont have it any other way, but this is fixed they thought, well he had agreements with many, but broken promises killed the contract, so a new one was created, gave equality full speaking rights, imagine it, the men who try to keep women silent, hey hey hey, and this change, sometimes rushed sometimes stalled, has finally taken root, and women are having their day. Why so much was hidden, maybe it was a dream, it’s a kinda funny story, the wars fought for centuries, there was method going way back, invasion of the mammary snatchers, you can’t grab that, arrest him he’s too slow, what if it’s true, that when we sold out love, we allowed the devil within, to get out of the hole he was in, just a thought, perhaps we need to love more, but not with the obsession of a property developer, ideas please. The dude who used to terrorize the neighborhood has gone, everyone rejoices out of hand, relief at last, take a deep breath, gone where you should ask, no time to be complacent when it comes to matters of the heart, it’s the only game that lasts, and has the reward of a forever moment, just can’t forget the true love that you lost, see what I mean, and you thought I was just making this up, hahahahah…humour, makes shit coffee taste good, makes prison time passable, makes living a little more affordable, it’s like when you dream, that is if you can  afford to sleep well. As you get older the good deeds will stack up like many sleep filled nights, while the harm you caused, we have doctors and experts for that.

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

Leonard Cohen was right!

read these blogs, a few have, I am a strong follower of the divine, and I have the experiences to prove it, may sound rants or letting off steam, they ain’t, you closed the door on the needs of others and regretted it afterwards, wishing you done more. time slips away as it is everywhere, imagine this while you flick the TV channels tonight, looking for something to occupy your time. Death is not the end. The world is being judged these last six or seven years, warnings are being sent, just as leonard cohen predicted, numbers appearing, miracles taking place, many have seen. One plane crashes on water no one dies, pure luck, two planes land on water, no one gets hurt, time to ask what’s happening. we are judged, simply this. Have we encouraged love in the  lives surrounding us, includes internet by the way, oops, or are you another porno head. With great technology comes huge responsibility. Do we leave it to others or do we wait, Pour me a whiskey dear this guy is doing my head in, make it a double darling, you’ll need every drop of it. Getting back to real issues facing us all, can you imagine, being in the footsteps of a young girl or boy, aged between 6 and 11, trying to make sense of the world.  depends on the part of the world you were born into. If you make time for God most high, he has time for you, people are more important than second homes. This you have to learn through mistake and example combined. Do you ever wonder why acts of God are not covered by insurance companies, not normal.  if wisdom is everywhere, so is corruption. Up to a few years ago, faith in everything Godly was at a historic low. Heroic behaviour as close to extinction as a clean river. I was walking down the street, I’m sure you have walked this street too, saw a young mother to be and her partner hugging intently, her pouch was big they were having an emotional moment, not of great means just love to hang onto, and boy did they hang on. Though poor and in many minds in for a hard time, they were not giving up even if they faced many hurdles down the road. Huge numbers of people are facing major difficulty, reinforced by the economic crisis, confusions of all types abound, and every government on the planet, all they do is plan for disaster, and who isn’t on prescription medication, those who can’t afford it, the very young, and the few lucky folks, what a sad picture. Even whistle blowers need protection from me and you it seems, from Governments everywhere. 2% of the worlds population control 80% of the assets existing, every major industry is a criminal conspiracy, we’ll fix the prices if you don’t, and those who tell the truth are as welcome as uninsured patients at the Mayo Clinic. many thousands of great artists, of all types, bar a handful you can buy them for cash, and when a young boy or girl walks the street any given day, hundreds upon hundreds of men and some women, all they think of is sexual desire when they pass them. Pornography is mainstream now, not illicit as it used to be, abortion is a procedure, so were the death camps, and pure love, the only worthwhile interest of God Most High, at the lowest ebb in the lifetime of this planet. when daring change is needed, not the audacity of change as some say, it is now or never if we are to reverse from the abyss, that we are all sleep walking into. Go to sleep dear I’m sure it was only a dream. Big storm blows the house away, leaving all they thought dear, gone, only their love survived, well in the end, that’s all you’ll be left with, if you’re lucky enough. Wasn’t leonard cohen spot on

tempting Fate

Clouds speak, it’s happening, stars move, places shine brightly, others in the dark, the secret is out, God responds, acts of the heart, nothing else check mate. Dubious prayers from cold hearts, last minute requests, sounds serious, the eleventh hour, were long past that, it’s the harvest of souls, politicians babble,  among the rot, anything I can do, can you hear, tempters inquire further, evil worshipers everywhere, looking for the cure, the plague of the light, plague you can’t be serious, night follows day, truth was kept in the dark, then came the light, woke the souls of the living, world suddenly came right. Screams of horror, not noticed the change, have you not seen, the tender side of the news, the new pope even, a mixture of Che and JFK, the rapid advances in Dubai, the Chinese dragon’s rise, collapse of the monetary system worldwide, the assault on the tax shelters, attempts to create nuclear war, and the concern about children worldwide.

Sexual imagery plays all day, on the mind of the young, so does violence, remember that school shooting, the avalanche of counseling services provided, total shambolic attitude not changed a thing, bull doesn't work, fools nobody wise, might score brownie points, with the dullards and the mind, nobody creates no concern, ask the internet vice kings, could have been prevented, too much money invested therein, those gambling channels they advertise night and day, more honesty in a crack dealer, more love in an honest whore, there was a politician once, no surprises there, like that Afghani opium crop they are always screaming about, could have bought the lot for a song, still could to this day, same with cocaine, too much interest in keeping the problem global, excuse to meet up for everyone, as simple as that, heaven is simple as well. Actions of heart so rare, there will be loads of room as they say, in the fathers house come the day, you have heard the truth, I’m sure being human, be all forgotten by the end of a day. Cynical you might say, ask the billion porn users, and how great they love, might keep them busy under the sheets, but that’s about all. want to improve the world, start with yourself, begin to love really, put ego aside don’t be too late, yesterday would have been a start, today a day too late, but never too late to try, never too late to tempt fate.

I own you

I own you, all techied up and nowhere to go, sounds like a busy day on the web, a very strange wedding indeed, a love affair with technology, new husband has acquired property in human form, a woman, we’ll do it my way, he boasts.. If they have children, boys will be valued more than girls, boys can be made work younger, girls come with the burden of dowry. Makes it sound reasonable to own women as they say, you’ll have to pay to send them packing. He’s the father, sue him. All this sounds third reich stuff, but if her name is on the paper, she’s yours. Beat her, heat her, starve her, even bleach her, and cause she’s yours, it’s all legal. What a society for a girl to grow up in, after a while she’d think it normal and just fall in line. Propaganda, keep repeating, easy to wind up people, steer them left or right, once you know their likes and dislikes, simple really. The new girl in the office watches the soaps, she must be normal, so do I. so do I, sounds like sodomy, but in slow motion. Sounds familiar, resentment caused, most of it by propaganda. And it’s daily, weekly, on junior TV, here there everywhere, and were all tied up in it. So how do you untangle the mind, free up space without having to take advice from the guru creature, cult, or professional thief, probably all are, thieves of a kind. Like banks, these cults, the more money you have the more they want you. Did you get that, that was deep, I agree with you 100%, I’m with you on that. Did I really impress you, that makes you feel good, someone thinks your impressive, wake up quickly, cause your about to be had. And if you have a problem, (everyone living on the planet earth has problems, booze, drink, sex, TV, gold, you name it, everyone is addicted to something) who isn’t on prescription pills. Those valium really did the job doctor, maybe I should try something a little heavier, have you anything for stress, it’s like asking a fish about water, listen to yourselves. But nothing is much worse than propaganda, being misled entirely and you think it’s good for you, you overlook anything, like a new man in the life of an aging thirty year old in search of children, she’ll put up with anything. If I don’t conceive soon, it’ll be hopeless, too late too late, I can hear the tears. If you love children so much, how about reducing their exposure to adult stuff, the ones you already care about, as you must love children to the ends of the earth. Your alcohol problem won’t be an excuse, you will, that’s another day’s work. Cults are like that. They get you to reveal yourself, know you intimately as possible, and they’ll lay on chicks, just to encourage you .don’t worry Sidney, monica and jenny just want to help you with your clothes. After sex, everyone talks. Your so relaxed, you’ll do anything cause you’d just had a dopamine rush, and it feels good. Your body tingles, like a heroin hit. Till your addicted or deeply involved in the cult. Soon, you’ll be hunting for new prospects. That’s what I love about God almighty. You are given gifts, and the will to decide for yourself. Are you amazed or just one of those folks, ready to take on the world for cash, hoping to acquire along the way, give back what, exactly. You’ll be asked this one day, what did you do for the life you were given, the potential entrusted in you. Cults never ask such question, they make it sound like you’ve found a resting place, head space, until you get intoxicated with new concepts, stuff you never worried about, conspiracy, what’s new. Sounds like propaganda to me.

like writing on the wall...

it's here,being the day of Sunday, i wanted to do something right, and remembered a story of you, about life and death, that cuts to the very heart of all that is life, it's a story of the deaf kind, deaf people hear better than most, words can be heard from the heart,  just remembered Beethoven or which of the great composers had the major disabilities,  imagine where he'd have ended up today, that's right, in the garbage can, is there anything left inside, check it again. Time changes, it's the writing on the wall. have you been to the doctor lately, you'd better check out those bleeding gums, that pain you have in your head it might not be all that cider you drank, there might be a brain in there instead. we have found new bearings and aim to go in another direction, both making a point or starting a revolution, but the world is a living chaos, held together by the threat of nuclear war, selfishness, our desire to control, a prescription medication addiction and fear. what a platform for success, the writing is on the wall. print another two billion chuck, that get us to thanksgiving.

truth gets lost again

Mind made up with images that trap, radar dimmed by those horrible scars, revenge everywhere we’ll sort them out someway, there has been an attack on the roman empire, we resort to our training to hold and contain, justice is swift and soon were back on the beat, they’ll never get to us we swear, as off we go again and try to exploit some more, and this is the cycle of mankind, and it’s been like this for years, it’s relentless but we battle with our fears, defiant we fight back the tears, stubborn like we've always been,

stubborn till we get to the end of dreams.

I cant understand why my neighbor hates me, I can’t understand what I did to upset him, I can’t understand why our leaders fail me, I guess I better wake up before the truth overtakes me, I wonder if God will have the patience to save me, I can’t understand why the young don’t trust me, I wonder if it’s anything to do with the way they sexualize me, I wonder if the Valium will kill or save me, I wonder if there is an honest poet who just writes from the heart, I wonder if an agent will be a help or will fail me.

Expert opinion is called in fast spin doctor I mean but he’s an expert at heart, no such thing and here’s the reason why, will any of those experts explain why the world  is on  the brink, when I thought the expert would save me what a fool I was to start, believing in those who only respond to crisis with clarity and alarm, they repeat like an upset stomach that just seems to last and last, yet they keep rolling out these experts like old china in a fancy  display case, kept for special occasions when we need that expert part, and it goes on and on while small tummies quake all over the place, do you know what it’s like to starve

Roman empire builders had the fortune organized before they set off, wisdom they called for and war is where it starts, is everyone the world over blind cold indifferent and boring, only uppity and concerned when their lives have been encroached upon, seemingly yes, but they always said there will be poverty, they always said that life was not fair, they always said they’d be winners and losers, they often said that God most high had forgotten them, or was it the other way around instead, ask the exploited the children who can’t deal with it, the women who've been sexualized, the men who have been crucified, lots of questions to ask he sighs, where’s the truth hiding, he asks again.

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. 

it's amazing what the heart can do...really

Far across the ocean a land we never see

A family waits for something more from he

A promise made a bond that never breaks

My love is that ocean whatever it takes

Words are warming if sentiment is real

Special deals for all the faces

No honesty but you my lord

evil has run aground and flees

Love is why were here

Its not to hurt and offend

Get favour out of friendship

Or to lust until the end

Sadly its come to this

chances have been many you see

At each turn we made the move

That has put us in bad company

love cant flourish with just a check

no celebrity endorsement ring change

this is a call to the heart of humanity

It’s a choice of death over eternity

The new age has arrived fear no more

Elephants have climbed the hill of hope

They stare into the green valley below

It’s amazing what the heart can do..really

Lambing Season Again

It’s here again, ahh I hear them say, gamboling through the fields their mother’s not far away, smiles all round, heart strings moved, are they not so cute, you’d like to have one for a pet, who’d harm a lamb, animal haters worse than mass killers, the cruelty I can hear you pray, yet they all end up at the hands of chain saw killers, blood pouring everywhere, but it don’t put you off your dinner, lambs aren’t lambs for long, like little babies they too become another kind of prey, really, you can’t be serious, officer I wasn’t actually going to abuse a child formally, I don’t do those kind of things normally, the images were free by the way, so was the first bag of heroin, the one that hooked those children all those years ago.

Lambing season advice, warm indoor space required, a good source of running of water, room for them to run around and plenty of hay, that’d be a good start I hear the farmer say. What happens after that is up to the meat eater, some like them tender, others eat them rare, more often it’s best to roast them over a spit, but you’ll get a good meal for twelve out of one, then that’s the end of that, for the poor little gamboling lamb that you thought so tender and sweet, unless you want to keep a few alive and healthy for the season ahead, when you want to breed more to eat. It's a bit like children, love and more love, the more get it, the more there is to come, mind those lambs, forget about everything else, and we'll all enjoy a good gamboling.

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..

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.  

Time is of the essence...

Had to keep looking, she was bound to take her top off, the babe in the tub. Guys around, slouching over to her , trying to make sense, connect as they say, another of the vibe words he’d heard. Was going to use it in a sermon, sometime. Big brother, big let down, emperors clothes theory repeats itself like fashion. For a moment he wondered if all, he stopped wondering as she stepped out of the tub. Camera close up, her bottom almost see through. They market this to kids he thought making a note of it, was all over the news, loads of money, loads of silence, no one screams stop when the slots keep paying, the sluts keep playing, the lusty keep spraying. World fucked, no wonder. He wondered again in mind, was he watching the last days of Pompeii. Big brother, portal for the bored, and those who couldn’t afford. Time to move on, he was reluctant though, she might undress. The remote hit the floor, his eyes temporarily off the screen. Bending to pick it up, channel moved too, news again.

is there life on mars...

To be honest today, is considered radical, sounds alarming, to be manipulative is considered normal, to be sexual is regular, to be conservative old fashioned, to be caring heroic almost, and if you have any sense at all, you are expected to take advantage of the world, use it to end, so why is this, acting. We are all actors in a game, directed by good and bad, the bad being the evil menace, the good being the shining knight, and as we come under the influence of both, we decide which route to take. The theatre goers of old, I’m referring to the coliseum in rome, not downtown broadway, cheered the ups and downs of the fate of those fed to the animals, cheering the emperor on as life deciding decisions were made, little has changed in over 2,000 years, and you know what happened to rome, it ended in tears for all, and a permanent hell for most. Society today

Has the same choice to make, to do good or bad, and the time now, is more critical than people want to believe. Those living the pleasure driven life want us all to join in, to party to the end, same way the old cocaine world invited everyone of substance to get involved, you were not with it unless you did it, ask some former presidents, stock brokers, movers and shakers, just about everyone under fifty with money and moving fast in Hollywood. Those involved in these matters have left so many memories of themselves on camera, left in the hands of potential blackmailers, in all sorts of sticky situations, children teens etc etc..they were so out of it they don’t even know yet what to expect, but the foundations they walk on, are not secure, making all who come under their influence vulnerable for all time, this sounds confusing, you are supposed to read between the lines, I don’t mean lines of coke, but I know there are some who will choke with humour as they do, read between the lines. Evil doesn’t get it’s name because of a few late nights, an extra marital affair, a liason dangerous or an unusual sexual practice, evil gets it’s name from the manipulation of others, namely you me your neighbor next door, it’s why I stated in the beginning, that being honest is considered radical, so is telling the truth. And how odd can you be, if telling the truth is considered radical. When jesus entered his life’s work all those years ago, all he was doing was telling the truth, and the more he exposed what was going on, the more they ganged up on him, all of them bar a few followers. Today we enjoy his sacrifice, it’s an example of a life well lived. But here is the kicker as they say. Much was made of his, lord Jesus’ association with tax collectors, roman soldiers, prostitutes, fallen women, and the sick and poor of society, and his first disciples, the fishermen. Many argued this and that, that he choose simple men to give his message to, because only the simple minded would listen etc etc…in all honesty, the reason Jesus choose the people he did, was simply this, and it mirrors society today, in every culture too. Honesty was valued more highly than anything else. And what do we lack most in society today, it’s honesty. I don’t mean stealing, that;s just a little theft, I don’t mean sex, that’s just lust, I don’t mean greed, that’s just greed, honesty is the condition of the person, and as we are reared well, we pass it on, the way I was reared, and how others were too. Instead, we live in a world that admires, deceit, deception, corruption, excess, overt sexuality, and idolatry, and you know what happened to that world in rome, all those years ago, and all the other empires that came after it. They are all gone. So what makes us think we are so different. I’ve seen the sky, the signs, the dreams, and let me tell you, as I don’t lie that much, we need to rethink our world with dramatic affect. No wall high enough will save you from the wrath of the creator, so it’s make your mind up time. Amen.

Martin Luther King Matters

Feel good stories nice memories sleep easy and dream, close your eyes pretend, no obscene people no dead ends, read the sweetest works, prepare for a life that will never end, continue this way till the very end, party to party seek pleasure when you can, were all doing this it’s just the way we are, together we are stronger I hear them say, while the churches are empty what else do you expect them to say, the Ferrari looks nice even if we can’t drive it right, no place to test those aluminum brakes, my breasts are too small I’ll have a job done, it’s my constitutional right i’ll carry a gun, the house is a squeeze I’ll buy up while credit is free, my nose is out of joint while my cocaine bill mounts, children mingle with strangers in the online world, too bad they’re not old enough just think of the fun,  bank credit card debt no worries another one I’ll get, the excuses mount while my savings run out, stripping is now an easy option, one babe looks the same the men sound the same, preacher warns of hell and the abyss for the forlorn, it doesn’t apply to me I’ve an education to work on, porno is so mainstream it’s regularly on TV, my dad watches nightly then comes to visit me, and Jesus, whose he, he doesn’t like to see us when we like to party, oh grow up, take your shorts down and join us in the Jacuzzi, our stocks are on the rise we can afford another loan, I don’t feel so good well take another tablet and see, they are free with our medical plan like liposuction, why don’t we get a Mexican maid like they have on TV, emigrant status is really a must, before you join us you’ll have to fight for us, the world is well and truly mucked, putting in mildly, not bad for a nation that wiped out the culture of the native American people, while replacing them with slave labour first, then European slavery, followed by asian slavery after that, and guess whose next, that’s right, you, I’d do something about that if I were you, and they did all in the name of a dream, just like martin luther king, it’s amazing what you can sell to the blind and deaf, everything, amen. 

A little truth never hurt....

A little truth, a dash of hope, real justice not spin, the outcome of which, is faith, faith in people, the formation of love, which is good for everyone, sounds childish I hope, but have you ever looked into the eyes of a little child, and seen them sparkle and shine, I have, and it’s the greatest feeling I’ve ever had, imagine that, and he’s just a friend of mine, isn’t that the dream of every good soul living on the earth, to make the world shine, and let me tell you it’s easily done. Instead we look at people, we see how they dress, do they smell good, is their life a mess, have you ever listened to bob Dylan, have they something we want, are they good for our careers, will they help us get a job, or will there be a sexual perk in it as some would say, can we profit from that, what car do they drive, do they live in a nice neighborhood, what else is there to say, a college education and a rich aunt perhaps. Corporate thinking in the boardroom, spreads like a disease into every space, can’t help it you say we all have bills, how can you stop it should kids be reared this way, busy in traffic night and day, listening to the radio jocks spear heading the corporate say, rolls on and on years grow along, hair goes grey teeth begin to yellow, a little dye the hair is sorted out, a whitener and the teeth are all white, turn on the TV your blinded by the light, the botox made faces those juicy lips face tight, all it shows is the plastic surgeons skills, meanwhile children die cause they can’t afford the pills, and this is the story of America today. You might say this is unfair and uncalled for, I’m just presenting the truth sometimes it’s awesome, and sometimes it’s too damn true, have you ever stopped to think or are you afraid to, but I say the end result of the invasions of all the spaces, I’m not talking moon landings I’m talking about those nearer places, Iraq Vietnam el Salvador most of south America and Saudi Arabia, the list is long and I could go on for ages and ages, but I’m certain of this we are coming to the end and were near the end of all ages, I’ve met the folks and this is not a joke, if you think this is an oddball speaking you’d better prepare for worse, all I’m saying is that a little sharing, could alter the course of the universe, what can you share were all nearly broke, well tell that to your children who hope to extend the generation, look at the debt they are facing on account of the situation, of course there is something we all can do, it’s like that child I mentioned earlier on, if we improve the prospects for all children, look to what it can change, less anxiety less pills fewer guns fewer kills, or are you going to pass your faults on to your children instead, leaving them to deal with stuff while you pass the can, legacy issues instead of prospects and dreams, you’ll be judged on results not what you intended to do, so if you are serious about change and not just full of guff, start with a smile each day and forget the American bluff, cause if you can’t afford to feed your own, educate all your children, provide health care for those with medical conditions, while all the time telling the world that the U.S. is the greatest country on the earth, have a look in the mirror tomorrow morning and wake up, cause the only people who tell themselves that all is well when all is wrong, are the same folks who believe the old American bluff, amen.

Isn’t it great to saddle your children with debt all their lives, imagine how god feels when you put trust in god on your money, when you wont even look after those of your own who have it rough, just or what!,