making love

Making Love

We are so into love, remember her name, first time you saw him, that addictive emotion you can’t get rid of, the memories that go with it, the one’s that got away, the regrets, the battles with your emotions, the times your life fell apart, the phone calls to girlfriends in the middle of the night, the panic attacks that left you feeling suicidal, and the guilt you felt, for the times you let them down, and the fear of speaking truth in case you hurt his feelings, and the descent into relationships that were never going to work out, and the long glances into the past, is it not a wonder people close their hearts to the influence of others, it’s fairly obvious, it can be soul destroying, and many play a game, men mostly, women occasionally, their only goal to cause havoc, settling old scores as they say. And we call it making love. Someone somewhere ought to address the issue before the time changes for ever.

The act of creating babies is actually the final act of loving, end of the story. Making love is creating the love we need to survive, a bit much to hear, but it ought sometime be said by somebody somewhere, cause no one seems capable of understanding what love actually is, really, hahahah, spit out the dummy, feel the throat a little, does your stomach churn, yes, love making is caring, that’s what love is, the distance you go for others, not the time you spend on yourself, pretending that you are doing something loving,. Sensual love, is the final act of pure love, but it’s not the beginning, it’s the climax of emotions that are created, that intense feeling that you can never forget, the glow in the heart, that leaves you waiting for more of that same great feeling.

Society, has changed its meaning of love, which it has passed on to children, with dire consequences unless we all change, it’s truly that simple. Women the world over have had to prostitute themselves almost, to gain the love that is due them, and as a result have given up on finding love altogether, almost. There are exceptions here, it’s not all bad news, some rural societies still value the family unit, and these societies will thrive. Sadly for many women, the production of a child is now the single most important objective they have, without a father figure too. Little Bob, or tiny mary, have been put in a very difficult position, as they get used to abnormal rearing, in so far as God Most High is concerned. Children are born this way, with a heart that requires fulfilment, the balance as they say, a love balance, that cannot be substituted,

Perhaps an over worked and exceptionally emotional stressed mother figure can manage to get the job done successfully, but there are so many losers to be seen, with society loosing mostly. But the child will always be asking, who was Daddy, and the reason I am aware of this, is through the relationship I had with a very small friend of mine, he was only one years of age, and he tried on umpteen occasions to utter the word, daddy, but couldn’t. Being his big uncle figure, it tore my heart open, and still does to this very day. He might have been born that way, but he wasn’t born with a full house as they say. Being a pal of the great spirit, I made enquiries, how this situation could be addressed. The answer was clear and direct, no bull, pure honesty. It was a question of change or bust as far as the world was concerned.

So next time, don’t thin your love, be up front with the one you assume to love, and let it grow as they say, amen.

Propaganda is an ice cream you can't say no to!

more to the light than you think, can disable some instantly, reduce others to tears, put a smile on your face,  thought is strong sometimes weak, we choose we think we act, thought can change the world, thought you were into me, thought brought the world to it’s knees, thought i could get away with it, thought there were no consequences, thought the world was going to hell, thought I’d change it then, thought I’d say a prayer, thought gathers momentum, thought can be good, thought makes people march, thought you were okay, thought the world was made for me, thought about it all day, thought, not just a thought, but the first step to a better you, thought the time to revolt, thought has changed so much,  thought you’d past your best, thoughts they sell to you and me, thought can be a friend, thought broke many hearts, thought allows you a new start, next time you have one of those thoughts, think is it good or bad, for all thoughts can rise and fall, bring you up or down, the world along with it, and why are thoughts so important, morning opens thoughts for a bright new day, thought about what has to be done, ever think about the people you’ll meet along the way, probably not, I don’t mean those you arrange to see, I don’t mean the places you’ll visit either, I’m thinking about those trapped in their thoughts, most accurately, those caught in thoughts that don’t go away. once we  realise that it's just a thought, you can change it any given day. Problem is, so many thoughts are bad, the weight of oppression overcomes, same way they torture people, they torture nations with propaganda instead, just a thought.

last legs for Egypt

don’t need indoctrination misinformation or distraction,  don’t need to pretend that one day someone  honest will come along, when everything will be made right I’m not that child that needs resuscitation, just one who came along to see what was really going on, waited for inspiration and the gobbled news carriers sweet suggestion, delayed the moment of escape and determination of God most high who waits,  told to believe in the faith the love that took centuries to create, watched victims hyperventilating at those groups we call political hero’s , who sold our position like those same wall street finance cheaters, father brother  mother sister teacher and communicator, I deal with evil that is strangling civilization can’t afford to wait much longer, and this is just an introduction a petition of sorts, and it’s the first of many I have made without condition

God answered with wisdom told me of the written works, the myriad of beliefs that we grew up with all from confrontation, he asked for love we responded with power and fierce determination, overcame other nations without mercy or any such emotion, our faith in similar type situations meant war for all occasions, hatred grew from all this confrontation, and today we are united he says, not by love but by the fear of self immolation. Blessings stored for us like a farmer for future exploration, he  could not let the gifts flow in the planned distribution, we more interested in our personal reputations and some legal interpretation, self made to self we prayed the hungry of the world offering proof of this sad degeneration .

Many  prophets were sent down to bring hope joy opportunity and blessings all in magnificent amounts, all betrayed by those zealot types and those of political persuasion,  I work through the heart he said and the heart cannot be trusted anymore, there is nothing I can do about it if the heart does not conform,  like so many who went before to whom the gift was given, all they thought of was how to overcome all that was divine for some other interpretation. Egypt Syria and most of the world today, chaos runs the system while you just tag along, all because we turned our back on love, it’s the only explanation.

open hearted surgery

cries alarm bells nuclear reactions storms, there's a rage going on in the world of the dead, suddenly the entire world is alive, check out the weather follow the sky, act  when we see a hungry beggar or a child in need, don't turn away and hope the eyes don't meet,  we fear the guilt we take with us. open heart surgery needed the world over, could be you today think about it, be prepared for the great and holy change, the battle between good and evil roars on, tactics of all description being used widely, like those chemical weapons they used in syria iraq, including cover ups that are not for mention, open hearts don't give up, God Most High is aware of the most devilish plans, and is not too impressed with the harm  done, so open those hearts and remain sound, no matter what they try against you, God Most High always wins, it just happens to be harvest time again, and the change eternal that it brings, so endure to the end and see the glory unfold, amen.

education

Education has to remain education, and not a propagation exercise for religions and governments. Lots of people are misinformed. The U.S. and many other countries are probably bankrupt. Israel was a set up. the Irish are lucky in that they never had the power to invade another country, never had the desire to invade another country either, more importantly. The only European nation not to take advantage of any other nation or people, being only interested in what was for sale, thereby making sure that there was only agro between them and the British, on account of the British having lived with them for over seven hundred years, without having paid them rent. Harry was watching the history channel. Rome had survived it all.  The British Empire had shrunk, Jerusalem was in flames two thousand years earlier, on fire this evening too,

New thinking about, two thousand years later. He’d seen it on TV a half hour ago, as he checked in with the news from all the nations. It’s wonderful what education teaches you, almost as good as history.

Dark Days

These dark days are here again I don’t know how long I don’t know when

These dark days are here again, I wish it was a dream it’s what he said

The children go to school she sits at home, worrying how she’ll pay for all their tools

She asks the money lender to give her some time he nods his head do you think I’m a fool. He comes home after eight, the children ain’t in bed they stay up late

He asks where she’d been when she comes in she looks at him strange hands the money to him, he counts the cash it’ll pay tomorrows bills she gets to bed she smells of old men

These dark days last longer than hell, she’s a broken woman their marriage is at an end

The politician promises the worst is over now, you’ll soon have your house back they believe the fool, he goes to work on a Monday morning worrying about tomorrow he keeps soldering on

She can’t refuse the work whatever the cost the kids need their new shoes it wont go on forever, money lender calls there is word on the beat she’s bad for money but good for heat, these dark days since I don’t know when don’t you wish for cover from a real good lover

He used to hold her tight every night, now he never sees until it’s well past mid night

These dark days have broken their spirit, should have used a doctor but couldn’t afford to visit

This tale of woe is only the beginning, you should have seen it coming they say been clever, he gets some rope and ties it together puts a big noose in it he wants to end it forever.

Are You Expecting Someone, Here's Pushy

I could be watching TV. Well Tv is what he heard these last six weeks. A break from the rattle tattle of the office printer he was used to night and day. too warm to move, cosy and wrapped, fed continuously, room was getting tighter, Pushy was getting anxious. Due to make his first official appearance onto the world stage, he’d been holding off this last week, on account of the weather forecast. Cold and icy for the next three weeks announced the weather forecaster a week earlier, just as pushy was ready to make his big entrance. Pushy decided to remain a tummy baby, yet to be born, but like all great actors, waited for the right moment to enter the fray. She’s eating burgers again, washed down with orange juice, pushy liked orange juice, burped inside her tummy, forcing him to shake a leg.

“I can feel him moving” smiled mary. Other friends laughed loudly. Pushy wiggled around trying to get his ear into position. What are they saying, I’m not even born yet and they are making plans for me. Did they ever hear about free will.

Like sliding about, be a baby inside a tummy. Pushy was rolling around in his mother’s tummy. She was on her feet again. She’s eating again, what this time, wondered pushy. Smelled okay, he wondered if it was a Chinese, hopefully not. Beef, fresh irish beef, yummy smiled pushy who was being fed through his mother. The rich smell of Tipperary beef, probably the best beef on the planet. Well, when you have the freshest water in Europe to cook with, to grow with, the outcome is usually wholesome, and good for pushy who could only think of himself.

Do they all speak with that accent wondered pushy, the theme tune to a familiar soap opera waking him up after a short nap. They didn’t speak like mammy figured pushy trying to work out the plot line, moving himself around, trying to get his best ear to the action. The doorbell rang. Shit sighed pushy, he’d never know if they had the affair. New shit tomorrow.

“any news yet” asked Jennifer, a friend of mammy’s.

“if it doesn’t move soon I don’t know what I’ll do” replied mammy, back on the couch.

This is really bugging me, they are pushing me too far. I’ll surprise them.

More food, spicy shit, this is unbelievable fumed pushy trying to move around his tummy room. Makes you fart, burst even. Dirty tricks department, they are trying to move me. Wait till I get out of here, just you wait. She stopped eating, god that was close. The door closed. It was time for bed. The bump the bump, four more bumps and we’d be on the bed. He liked the way mammy massaged him while they were in bed lying down. He could swim up and down across and for as long as he wanted, unimpeded too. she’s getting fast sighed pushy, not realising that is was he who was growing fastest. I used to be able to stretch, not so much now.

Soft music put him in a trance. She played him frank Sinatra in bed. Good taste, a real smoocher, our frank Nuts, I don’t believe it, not even normal nuts, spicy nuts. She’s trying to do my head in sighed pushy kicking out in disgust. Mary smiled, patted her tummy. Who loves you she said. Pushy listened with rage, how could she eat spicy so late at night. Down there, he often wondered what was down there, never went down there, felt safer up here. He could rest up here, down there and he’d nothing to hold onto. His foot slipped all of a sudden, got caught on a ledge. Pushy held on for dear life. Twisted around, head first, if I go down there I’ll never come back, I’ll lose my comfort zone. Where’s the water gone. Mammy was on her feet. I hear her on the fone. I’m stuck, I’m stuck. Jennifer is at the door. Mammy mammy, it’s an earthquake shouts pushy, does anyone ever listen. What am I supposed to do. Stuck in the black hole, I’m dead I’m dead, ah, ah, I see light, light, god I’m alive, I’m alive, ah mammy, mammy screams pushy, tears in his eyes, tears in her eyes as well.

Lights everywhere, the place smells horrible, voices I never heard all around me, I’m not putting up with this. Pushy cleared his throat and screamed for all his worth. A minute later he was lying with mammy. She’s my mother smiled pushy.

St.Patricks Day

The world is beautiful, Have you ever thought about it, the world that is, is it not beautiful in places. We call those places national parks, so many miles of ocean across all frontiers, touching each other in special places the way the sun used to be, and still is in those extra special spaces, now we get burned frozen or flooded instead, except of course for those special places, and the bank manager we wish him dead, the women and their faces we can’t stop looking, the hours spent grooming their façade well look at TV no frowns allowed can’t you tell, a little perfume on the hips lipstick on the lips, as mothers seek safe refuge to build a nest as well, then an heirloom arrives the result of love so they said, children of course keep on watching and waiting, it’s a show they've already heard, Disney shows written by old pro’s words they use children in the viewfinder, they used to call it inspiration, today they ration the dead, literally and bury them live on TV, I won the lottery the dredge is no more, no smart opinions to get high on, pure doesn't give you headaches, it kills you instead, don’t tell Santa he said.

But it’s a pity really, having tossed so much of our future away, the consequence of pure greed that the poorest will pay for instead, they've cut back the bird crumbs this week I heard, poor crow, shot at three times dived bombed by a sparrow hawk, a busted wing he hung on, two miles up the road and he’d be fed, earthquake on the TV, the world is falling apart, live on TV of course, you've guessed it CNN they are the first to call to help, world latches on cameras roll on carelessly, footage is worth more when you’re dead, no point saving the sick across the world, cant get them together like a Spielberg movie, we’ll rely on old footage. Isn't the world beautiful he said, the luck of the Irish they always said it was worth waiting for, amen.

End of The Age, New Beginning Awaits..

I set out today trying to do it the right way, no fuel in my car just love in my heart, I took the decision cause I knew the others wouldn’t bother, I wanted to be the change give love a new ladder, so off I went my mind made up sure that I had your continuing support, so off I went with all confidence and certainty, got to my chosen place like, I knew before it was all community, I ignored their rules whatever the cost, saw the happy face it left me in no doubt, did what I was asked didn’t complain or blow it up, then went on my way and headed back to town, once there I knew it was my day, went about the work and just knew what to say, and it happened again and again like many times before, the presence that I asked for was exactly what I proposed, so what said a friend who awakened old fields of fear, afraid of what I wondered it made me feel so damn poor, I guess the power of the evil one lives just about everywhere, it’s tragic but it’s real but we only listen when the news is bad, were so damned used to negative thought it’s like those bags of fear, and it goes on and on and nobody seems to notice, not the clergy or their supporters it’s control they want, and I wonder if they have ever loved ay all, or were they so let down by others they gave everything they can, and now the well of love and hope is empty to them as well, then I think about the children and the sexual problems they have, abuse to abuse age is no longer of great importance, it’s only when the chips are down do we know of the relevance, when it’s too damn late when all we have is complete waste. I can feel a storm coming and it’s not going to be soothing, but afterwards you’ll see it different when you’ve lost almost everything, then you’ll listen cause you’ll have little else to do, I’m just trying to wake you all up from this sleep of destiny, can’t you hear it coming can’t you see the change, what do you need to see to make the right moves, its over this old world of ours were at the new point in time, I just hope you wake up soon cause the waiting wont be for long, amen.

Poem for Mankind

While a tree grows it depends on its roots for some of it’s success, not all. While a child grows up, it depends on its parents. Is there a special chemical the body produces when a man and woman entwine?. Harry looked at the words typed on the screen. Beethoven was a problem child, he had lots of problems. Did his parents contribute to his success, of course figured harry, they had to encourage him. Various words appeared on screen, some made into sentences that made sense, some total gibberish. Harry had spent a week holed up in a room with a TV, and was having trouble making sense to himself as a result. A sermon to write that caught the moment,  his goal. A week of voyeurism, the maddening of the human race, after thirty odd hours watching TV he was mad. It felt like a week, but it was over the course of a week. He hadn’t sat down and watched and watched. He staggered it over a week. Three/four hour shifts. Who would want to watch TV day and night as if there was nothing else to do except surf the net for porn. The world population was doing exactly that. Those who had access to TV based their lives on it. Stargirl had a sister, stargirl being a lesbian striper on a late night channel that was late nite at three in the afternoon. He didn’t believe it existed, this surreal world of text remote TV and home. kitchen milk, coffee, sofa, more kitchen, snacks, more drinks, a cigarette, bathroom, pause and hold, can you put it back to the last scene, those look nice, he’d seen them on the other channel too, big ones, little ones, huge too, breasts everywhere. Was there ever a female performer who kept her clothes on. Britney, gaga, sophie, paris, nikole, Lindsay, etc etc, he’d seen them all in various states of dress and undress, in sex, out of sex, knickers in car, on the floor, butt shots, botox lines. If he ever was to meet these girls, and that was most unlikely, he’d seen them all. Knew their parts, the mole under your breast too, hope it’s not malignant. How did they intend to make love to him now that the mystery was gone. Make love meant creating love in Harry’s universe. The reason for being of the healthy human, love.  Unhook your bra, I’ve seen it all before, saw the sex tape as well. The trouble with TV, it’s everywhere, and it never ceases, like gambling in vegas, 24 hours 365 days of the year, and going into spaces you never thought possible. Hid from sight these late night shows, payphones were really a fancy name for a mobile. News anchors in tears almost repeating the news, the latest horror crash, children make the best impact, and mess. New news clip, were all happy now, tears dead. More tears tomorrow, you have to watch to find out.

Slapped across the face, beaten to a mental pulp, but do you know what, we can cure your eating habits if you’re overweight. We just can’t make those starving, fat. I’ll never get this written he thought, his mind swollen for the beating it had endured that week. Church power, TV power, business power, who wanted ordinary, no one, only the foolish wanted to be normal, everyone else wanted stardom or your mobile phone.

We are fucking ourselves out of existence, and we all know it he surmised.

But the week had been good. After receiving a standing ovation at his first literary event he was still under the influence, glow or whatever they called, feeling adored.

Words matter, some more than others, and some more than others depending who says them. His words seemed to hit the spot. Two publishers wanted his work, so he was under pressure but enjoying it. I’ll pray more often he thought. Lizzie wasn’t so impressed with the attention he’d received either, she’d get used to it. Pete was ringing him everyday, cocaine had halved in price. Pete even gave him credit now.

Darfur was on the telly, the Arabs fighting Africans, or slaves as they are called, the U.N. did nothing as usual, the Chinese controlling the oil. No one will remember he sighed the bodies of those children burned and hanged upsides down. Chinese though, he didn’t like the fact that they were feeding the war. The bible he frowned, he’d read it that those who spread it, or encourage it would suffer for it. Running short of water in china too, earthquakes and landslides increase day by day, they’ll be the first to falter he reckoned for what they wilfully done, in Darfur and elsewhere. No point in upsetting the Chinese, too many of them, one major epidemic would be enough to wipe them out, as they lived like bees in hives. The Arab extremists, couldn’t criticise them either, too much money and too many of them. Lack of water would be there problem too, as salty water refined wasn’t drinking water but salty water refined and nothing else. The plebs would get the message when it was too late.

A poem for all mankind, good idea he surmised thinking wisely, the horror that was Darfur would probably be the last testament to the sheer greed and horror or man, better forgotten. Sad that no one cares he thought, the image of the burning children hard to forget. Tomorrow the news would focus on some other tragedy. A poem for all mankin ,where do you start.

She goes to school at half past eight, her hopes and dreams in her bag, homework done her parents proud, no longer clothed in rags. Along the way she meets this man, a family guy she thinks, he promised her a ride to school, she gets in she thinks. He asks her if she’d like some treats, he points the other way, she gets all anxious, his fist hits her face. For god sakes harry cheer up, some poem for mankind, horror story. Child prostitution on the rise globally, forty five million americans living in poverty, not everyone lives in Hollywood, not like tv where everyone is thin, good looking, and has plenty of money. They only make up that stuff to trick you. They don’t want you if your poor in America, uneducated either unless your willing to join the army.

A poem for mankind, where do you start. Two hours at the PC, it looked like a joke. Good stories are rare these days, where do you start. Hitler got the art of propaganda off to a T, the world soon followed.

Media Frenzy

Media frenzy the knives are out, children starve to death saints cry out, how much is it worth a judge remarks, what should I do God asks, media snarl juice details spill everywhere, when will you answer the righteous call, 200,000 judge says childhood lost, devil wins when souls become ghosts, media move like cattle to the next spring, there is more than one it is a ring, god lifts his head it’s doing him in, media scrum for rights from next of kin, God opens the books the living and the dead, no media entries at all therein.

It’s your right shouts the crowd, God looks across then looks down, what are they doing this zealot lot, they encourage abortion this un human  long, and you think this is going to go on for ever. How would you feel with a flea in your ear, he’s merciful cries the priests, what have they been reading their minds or their hearts, crowd gather momentum the cries intensify, they have a good legal team devils in disguise, St.Peter shakes his head the master is tired, the last time he saw it a nation expired, it’s your right termination is what it’s all about

Young pregnant girl passes the crowd, no one notices only the lord, baby inside hears the hatred been spun out, kicks his little leg her stomach pouts, lonely and poor she heads for the shelter, inside they advice her why not abort they tell her, it’s your right they advise with a relentless call, baby goes quite they are demons he’s small, she sees a face just a pair of eyes, kindness and light she begins to go towards, it’s his right speaks the angel pointing down, her tummy jumps inside baby smiles,  he ushers her away from this anarchic set

Ugly rich and those of twisted fate, their faces hard their love a reject, they continue to call for the right to abort, baby is born there’s a smile on his face, why not compromise the crowd call out, baby a year older sun shines bright, your winning winks peter see’s the tear in his eye, the baby brought a lasting joy to the eye of the lord, sixteen weeks then why not that, lord shakes his head will they ever give it up, baby makes three can read and write, he’s in the school choir he sings all night, it’s a mothers right screams the crowd all right

Termination determination if that is their situation then I will gladly terminate then, not their children but those crying out for termination, they are given a gift as if its their right, they rear children sexually and think it’s all right, enough he says about to press the button, mr baby goes to high school he’s a leader all ready, and they wanted to abort this little man, well let me tell you about it and beware cause your gone, I’ve had too much of this wanton decay, all you who call termination soon will be your day, and then I’ll hear your call and your right of way. amen

The Eyes of a Child

Send Us Roots...

Is anyone capable of lucid thoughts,

I just spent an hour looking at the box

Gibberish traded for what I cant say

Millions glued to watch

While the truth just fades away

opportunity lost to find the solution

the eternal equation leaves us in disarray

The secret is love and simple I say,

what is a child but the union of two ways

very intimate act  of love entwined

hope before materialism gets in the way

Confused we try to design our reflection

help it along come up with perfection

a seed we manufactured  long ago

like the environment it all went astray

all we are thoughts there is no other interpretation

dress them in the light build up expectation

versed in selves we bend to the egotistical

we loose faith as the dream becomes a spectacle

you can’t plan love no more than a storm

an avalanche is a mountain thundering in pain

the heart is a reservoir it holds our emotions

god is the watch man looking in with devotion

so why does it matter what we believe or say

we still have to get on treat it some darn way

all I wish with these few simple words of truth

we’ll all account when judgement comes home to roost...

Make belief....

The world is make belief and beauty is skin deep

Love is on it’s knees all it does is sound cheap

Children follow example and believe what they see

parents wonder  what's going but it's plain to see

Wondering what to do but do thing at all

Hoping they wont be caught in this world of make belief

I’ve seen it all the cloud so dear revelations of a kind

It’s a world that must disappear this mess that's goin on 

Billionaires millionaires bling and naked women who sing

Celebrity nose jobs stuffed with what puzzles everyone 

Time for intervention before it's too late for the young

Master of all  the one who gifted us this earth

The grief on our hands and  the poisons we eat like dirt

Our fridges full of sustenance so many with nothing at all

people too proud to raise above from  this love of grief

It’s me they cry my life is mine blind from total excess

I’m on facebook you know that world of make belief

Death sounds too nice so easy to go down that road

So many comment on the plight of those tired old souls

Remorse remorse money they plead lets do something

But inside they hatch plans like bands of hungry sheep

They follow the road to the cliffs of doom and weep

Extinction their destination for this world of make belief

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!

no accident...

the garden van morrison bob dylan leonard cohen the flowers whitney houston, it can't all have been an accident if you know what i mean
ghandhi jkk che jesus martin luther michael collins st.peter six million jews the rwandan genocide, it can't all have been an accident if you know what i mean
water plants animals volcanoes david and goliath old scripture old wine the occasional earthquake, it can't all have been an accident if you know what i mean
world wars local wars famines tsunamis valium botox st. patrick the book of kells, it can't all have been an accident but what does it mean?
tv violence sexualised children interest rate hikes cheap alcohol aborted children, they certainly were no accident let me explain what they mean
science, the explanation of the existence as told by the only witness's that were not there thousands of years after the fact, certainly no accident no black box or no black hole neeed to explain any of it....

The patience of eternity..

so you thought there was no consequence to the actions you display, those rubbery images of all those young girls in those various states of play, a button for this two cents for that an explosion and your soon over that, honey is the tea ready he asks, while he washes his hands she's now out of sight..
find anything good on the web she enquires her hands busy the oven on fire, she's a sucker for holidays were all into that so he lets on she'll fall for that, sarah come in and sits on his knee, she's only his daughter perhaps about three, give daddy a hug she she clutches his neck hangs on his every word, we're all used to that...
she's getting older but she's still very young, if you give me her attention for an afternoon i'll take her places that will make her swoon, he drops a wad of notes into his sticky hand passes her over to the much older man, no touching he promises as he takes her away he goes back to the bar forgets who he was...
it's over roars the lord they're at it again it used to be the women now the child is their thing, they are on the path to the fire i'll send along don't think i'll forget or forgive what's going on, mercy i'll show to those with mercy in them children mostly few of them men,
heaven is not a hotel you don't book yourself in, you get chance after chance to set the clock again, until the patience of eternity catches up with everyone.almost...well aah

Time for War...or Do children matter...

Much has been written about the sources of life on this planet. More has been written about the life of the one known as “Jesus of Nazareth”. Given the state of the world today and the many religious wars been fought, either protecting it or promoting it, religion that is, a better understanding of Jesus is needed more today than ever before. Many prophets exist today, preaching and predicting. Condoning and conditioning, their own understanding of “Jesus Christ” their attraction, each one having a leaning towards their own philosophy, none of them it seems able to offer a totally unbiased vision of Jesus, as a kind forgiving and sometimes angry man or woman perhaps, who lived to love and protect the most vulnerable, but all the time willing to see the good in everyone, even in the most difficult of times. In a world torn apart by a mixture of greed lust apathy paranoia and fear, ignoring the other issues we all are too familiar with such as “the abuses”, it is time that we put an end to the mess, and got ourselves singing off a familiar hymn sheet,  so that we can follow a future that does not consist of global destruction by means of chemical, atomic, or human means – disease. Whatever, we do not want to repeat the titanic experience – everyone for themselves. Anyway, going a step further, as in planting and reaping, I can state without exception, that while nature may provide you with the means to create the impossible from the most unlikely of sources, nurture is the key ingredient. Try making a cake, grow marijuana instead, wont make you fat. But seriously, I have learned more from growing marijuana than I could have possibly have imagined. To put things in a nutshell, we need to go back to our roots if we are to create the future we need, and not the future mess and tragedies we are so good at forecasting, it’s not all about money. Where’s the artic, will I go on!. Has anyone seen jane!

I have spent most my life seeking the good and the god in people, and I had plenty of bribe money to go with the journey, so attracting interest was never too difficult, and so I journeyed well and learned even more, from conspiracy to murder, and met new friends. Not all experience is bad. I also learned that there are so many good people too, so many who do so much without mention without seeking or needing  attention, record sales,  so many waiting for godot too, too few certain, many fearful of other religions, too many divided, all because of religion. In a world so divided it is no wonder human kind seeks survival when it used to seek friends, everyone is confused. I know many men who would be happier if allowed to be gay, who conceal their true identity, so twisting their sexuality into perversion and what it leads to,  another compromising opportunity for the media industry, photos flash bulbs stories ex girlfriends, sister brother whatever, the world is in crisis, people and nations are in conflict, how’s your pension doing, did they evict you yet and all the time the titanic sails along, sinking so slowly, no one notices. It’s all the result of religion sadly, not one, not all, but the mongrel approach we select, when choosing which version of god we choose to make our own as it agrees with our principles we hope, but has in fact more to do with the amount of knowledge we have, we all love to be important. Look at the TV, reality this and that, everyone is a star, and a potential pervert too, kiddie porn is on the rise, what was the preserve of the perverted has made its way mainstream, England has a porn baron as a newspaper owner, how low can you get, I was in it for the fuck. The biggest media baron in the world made his fortune using page three girls. Sadly porn is now mainstream, accounts for 40-50% of web time, what about time spent viewing violence, what’s going on is out of control now, no wonder they still build prisons, they are unable to turn the tide of human decline, Governments that is, perhaps that will change with President Obama, we’ll soon see.

So, with all that in mind, this is the story of my experience of the planet earth, a journey, truth of a kind. I labelled my venture the history of love, the journey of reality we all have to deal with every day of every year for all our lives, as surely as God exists, science has yet to create a new seed, at best science can adapt seeds, it has never produced a new one without using an earlier one, I can prove it if pushed, but only through love can we avert the end of the world. Muslim, Christian, or whatever, we are all on this path, love is the foundation of all our existences, and as God is Love, hopefully by the time you get to the end of my rambling thoughts, you will want to improve the way you love, thus allowing for a better future for every single one of us. Wouldn’t it be nice if we all got on, and rose above the bigotry that divides us, bigotry that is manufactured for us by the various spin doctors and propagandists throughout the universe, actively daily. Imagine what would have happened in Germany in 1939 had the propaganda artists and munitions manufacturers not been able to influence public opinion, 50 million dead six years later, I rest my case. Lest you imagine that what I say is complete gibberish, pause a moment and imagine the secret groups actively planning war in the middle east and elsewhere and the consequences for the rest of us and the shady corporations who support them financially because money is their religion, not love.