Contemplating Addiction

It’s Friday night she’ll have to do it again,

He’ll climb aboard her and put it all the way in,

It used to be love but that was many years ago,

She just lies there quietly and waits till it ends,

Her heart many miles away she always with him,

She’s now a web addict sends her into a spin,

One day she’ll meet him she wonders if he’s thin,

That was great last night what’s for breakfast he smile,

Passing he slaps her buttocks gives her a big wide grin,

She’s counting the minutes when he’s out the door,

The car leaves the driveway she waves and smiles,

Soon he’s out of sight she soon covered in tears,

Marriage can be a great blessing or a huge mistake,

Chose wisely set an example for the next generation,

It’s the children who are the victims in the end.

You haven’t a load of money, and you can’t afford a lawyer, you getting married, your not sure if it’s your money she is after she wonders too, the cost of the break up is what is worrying you, your attached but detached but aware of the human cost, when love is turned to bitterness and it happens quite a lot, the rivalry that ensues regardless of pain or cost, the legacy we leave to those following not money but the hurt and emotional cost, that deep down scar that reminds you every time when the subject comes up for air, the what if’s the maybe’s the regrets that contain, the fear that does not allow you to forget, basically, I’ve just described the addiction of love, love is not an addiction, love is the condition you should be feeling and it only happens when we use the heart, when you forget how to love you become an addicted person, and the world has been conditioned to love everything but love itself, amen!

keep on spying

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

are you waiting for something...

How did she know, how she figured it out, kept him occupied as he entered the room, east Europeans were used to being spied on, he wondered if they were all voyeurs. You’re here on a mission he told himself, mentally adjusting himself and the chair, setting up his temporary bar on the side table, pad and pen on one side, JD and bottle of coke opposite. The TV was sent into action, the time late, the hotel almost empty, apart from the other immigrants who stayed there, those who couldn't afford to go home for xmas. The news channel was doing what it always did, news stories. A young girl found strangled announced the reader, harry listened solemnly for a few moments before the picture on screen changed. A posse of reporters were besieging the dead girls parents home. A TV reporter was telling the world how everyone in the neighborhood was shocked that such a thing could happen in suburbia. As if they didn't already know sighed harry, watching intensely, while he waited for Magda to arrive with the ice. 

Imitation

Imitation of  love and self by another

it could be the example of a mother

Imitation there’s a name for it

once we have time Imitation we ignore

it when it’s all rough that child grew up

I’ve had enough Imitation the violence we suffer

Can you see yourself in that child that grew up

Depends on the outcome we’re all so vain

Imitation it’s TV influence media and stuff

We cut out the bad pretend it’s another

Do we really care that much

Imitation this guns drugs for everything else

Lawyers to rely upon when in doubt

Blame the next generation I hear them shout

They pass the parcel rather than the blame

Imitation sometimes it just isn’t good enough

Copy the masters they look just the same

Stick in on a wall in a picture frame

Imitation we smile like an old mirror

Our reflection looks back children smother

When all we have to do is let them grow up

Bradley Manning

Twenty thousand feet over Afghanistan

They drop them heavy cant see a man

Yahoo they yell and the horizon changes

We got them bad those animals in cages

Back to base reload and relaxation

Bangkok girls are young and plenty

Cheap to work and fuck all century

Our boys need space the admiral rages

Dead women and viruses on the streets America

We can replace them with immigrant men he pleads

Reinforcements needed to bolster the forces

Bangkok girls are young and plenty

$10 fuck all ages stripped and baby faces

people in America their ire inflated

why do they threaten us in our home spaces

TV reports that we are winning 

Or is it a story their spinning he asks

Gets sent to detention for thinking

Just like Bradley manning...

NO WARNING...

ignore the signs in the sky, but people are forever telling a lie, rains ruin too much to bare, the living scars are everywhere..

an occasional voice sounds genuine, like the ever so rare good  bottle of wine, imitation is easy busy people easy to fool, what next asks  the Lord when the angels plead for more..

children are sexual so easy to do, they are condemned to a life of need not one of virtue,
deluded with fear and that celebrity thing,
this can't go on cause the numbers are in..

the souls in the book of the living are free,
their minds at ease from what they will see,
they sound the alarm and send the angels in,
warning the populations and what's facing them...

money quotes are everything nothing else gets in, so many on their knees doing almost nothing, am i all right didn't i give to charity, i sold my new yacht before the bank moved on me..

God shrieks his head at their relentless pursuits, they promised everything during the last crisis, but once they got ahead it was plain sailing again, i've had enough he cries as the earth quakes again..

floods drought famine war collapsing economies and more, like any decent man he gave a fair warning, st. Peter nods as the verdict comes in, if they don't get in right this time there will be no warning.....