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Thursday, April 18, 2013

Under pressure and young

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

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

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

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

Friday, January 18, 2013

Control

Control, it does not require emotional input, but it can satisfy our conscience, keeps the truth hidden while we get on with living, achieves nothing makes us dumb and dumber you wonder if people listen, control it’s like all those regulations they impose without our opinion, rushed upon us in our busy lives like thunder, control it’s a byword for so many religions it’s not that I’m cold hearted I’m just a Christian who loves women, control it’s the cure to all our obsessions dampens the heart quells our ambition, and why is control such an important tool in the world we all live in, it’s the reason they have power over love and over women, and who provides the vast majority of love on the planet, the children you might say but it’s the mothers if you listen, and this control of women using bibles and writings of over thousand year prohibitions, it’s an implement of fear and all women ought to listen, cause it’s the cause of so many wars this so called love of religion, and when was love ever controlling, when you wanted to have it all for yourself so you evoked old texts to carry out this ambition, well done you mullahs for the hatred you conditioned, you may have got away with it but it’s over and it’s unconditional, no mercy you show only respect for rules and regulations, and you did it in the name of what this so called respect for religion, amen, and they thought they were going to get away with it, I’m certain this wont happen cause the hope of god is love of all and in particular women…oh Khalid what will we do, you’d better hurry up old dear cause you've engaged the ire of god, and of that I’m certain not kidding.