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.

reflections for children's sake

Joy and light a soothing arm a warm embrace and a smile that lasts for ever, simple to have not hard to undertake once love resides in your face, eyes don’t lie they radiate or they die, and hearts quicken at the approach of nurture, see it in the reflections of children and in those that foster love, fear cramps all styles makes you nauseous for awhile, same with hatred and feelings of great despair, why allow your children to live with such fear, it’s too easy to settle so easy to give it up, the hope of true love that beats in your heart, isn't sad that as people grow old ,they bring up the past more and more, shrinking inside I suppose because of past decisions and doubt, they feared to love and how it all worked out, but not the ones who carry the nurturing seed, it’s a bit like a warm wind there are no boundaries or fears, but don’t be hard on yourself about anything you may have done, what hasn't gone wrong will do so again, so we learn to listen not race all around, a beating heart needs nurture not frown, as surely as the sun doesn't have a shield to guide it, it’s just that love attracts love you just have to find it, it’s just a wake up smile an appreciation of the gift, the first time baby smiles and the way that it lifts, wouldn't it be nice if we treated all children with light, not this hard hand of experience and our own self doubts, so don’t despair it may take a little time, but God is above us reeling in delight, we just have to remember it and have no doubt, cause I've seen it lived it and believe its about, and who is more forgiving ask anyone, your mother, so shout it out and stop giving out, the time is now it’s all we have and it’s all we’ll ever have, tomorrow is just our imagination in overdrive, goodnight.

womens issues

women’s week, the news channels were running programs with a very womanlike leaning. Knowing women better, fake tan in a hurry, dyed blonde, healthier women, women in chains, east European slave trading. He clicked though to Women as sexual slaves. He’d read and heard about it, the trade in young eastern girls throughout the world. The Japanese had sex slaves, the yanks invented Bangkok, Amsterdam, Spain, all across the middle east, porn was global remarked the narrator, harry listened with clear intent, his jack daniels undisturbed, wondering how the masses would let it all end, or would the peaks of perversion continue to rise. How do you clamp this global dose of the pox.

A fifteen year old girl begins to tell a story, it’s going to be horrific. After the gang rape part, harry had enough, switched channel. Do they go into graphic detail because we’re concerned about her fifteen year old life or body he muses, as the news plays. We like to be led into dark places, more sex the less we’ll feel about it.Harry switched back to the women’s issue channel. It was all about sex. Sex playing was a new thing, invented in California, by a group of women, who wanted to make sex more fun. Laugh when your coming explains a dour looking forty year old, express the fact that you were happy, that’s important too. Laughing during sex was very therapeutic too. Laughing changed my world, Hillary laughing while her partner explains. New forms of female masturbation announced the narrator. Women were taking charge of their own orgasms. Come back here orgasm!.

The issues that come to mind on women’s day. Nobody mentioned the children that had to be looked after, the mortgage that had to be paid, the old folks that needed our attention, or the fear of a war that could end it all. A lot of advertising spend had to be justified, and readership was the main indicator, eyes on pages as they say, not that eyes on pages meant anything, other than that someone looked at the program, page, or whatever it was they were trying to lure you away with, women’s issues of course.

I didn't know

really.....

As every day passes the stakes get higher, the noose tightens as the days get drier, Moses had his problems too and his divine words had to go through horror after horror and even as he tried to escape the demons soon came after. Ghandi, The great writers, martin luther king, the list is centuries long, it was not if one was sent along it’s just that material living overcame spiritual necessity, who do you blame, me Asks God, free will he replies, hoping we’d all learn to get along.

Children dress in the latest style to impress, tokens as you’d say, to help them feel okay, inside the need is hidden, then they find trouble as they say, alcohol drugs sex or TV, it’s the amount they take to overcome the feelings they have to forsake, just to feel okay. And it’s been like this for years, quickened by the revelation of the digital age, now they worship brands and you all think it’s okay. Those satellites that lie overhead, could fall like stones into the deepest crevice, the stars could stop shining, the women they could stop bleeding, wars could turn to the nuclear option, the oil could run out, the banks could shut up, the food might run out, the list is long, but you’d still fight and fight, this stubborn resistance to the divine gift, and what your life is really all about. So I asked for suggestions and what we could to do to avoid total destruction and the four suggestions that came to mind, were close to impossible that I dare not print or advise them, well, I’m waiting for one great event, and the total wipe out of a portion of the human race, don’t know where or when, but it’s more closer now than then, perhaps then, we’ll be in a position to act rightly, just like before, after the damage is done, after the damage is done. Just wished you’d listened sooner I guess, but what’s done cannot be undone, in hindsight we are all that wiser, with wisdom, it should never have to be so peculiar, but when you crucified the Savior all those years ago, and the pitiful excuses and the downright false teachers that denied the truth then, like it was planned and we had no choice, easy way out to explain the ugly truth, because prophesy is not a statement of fact, it’s a warning of events to come if we continue to act like we do, for ourselves and not for everyone…You can’t say that, we’ll ….martin luther king was assasinated, John F Kennedy was assasinated, Che Guevara was executed, Joan of Arc was burnt at the stake, Gandhi was…They may fool the oppressed and the slaves everywhere, but no one fools God most high, never then before now or in the future, it’s really that simple. Acts of violence are planned, wars triggered to release emotional bonds, horrors allowed to proceed  all tools of the evil one indeed, and they think this is going to slow the descent, it’s only squeezing the life out of the universe, and it’s something we need to reverse, as soon and as quick as we can, because we are being judged this moment, we have been for many years, it started about seven years ago, I reckon we've a small window, for how long I do not know, but when the lord decides to leave and say goodbye, the horrors that will replace him, is beyond human reasoning, and with this I say goodnight, so stand up wake up and listen, it’s never too late to make amends, but it’s too late when time goes by and you still think you can move hearts by changing positions in the chamber, without changing anything at all…to be continued….