johnny cash's Lament

Why the silence, why the ignorance, why the blindness, why the deafness, why my innocence, wasn’t it good enough that I was born, why the questions, why oh why you ask, why those crocodile tears, does anyone have a real conscience, are you living in a world full of distorted love and in fear. Why the bloodshed, its going on in Syria, why do you allow the use of those off shore locations by all those racketeers, why you ask, because without off shore support few of these tyrants could support, the horrors financed by those same bunch of off shore racketeers, and who I ask, supposing your all ears keeps these off shore locations in place and in tact, not the poor or the marginalized, not the weak or the oppressed, not the churches or the teachers, but our governments and their peers. It’s been going on since time began, it was just like this when Rome had the plan, to dominate and control all that was to be found, a plan that later empire builders tried to take on and expand, and now that we have reached the summit of mankind, when we have to look to space to grow and expand, why do we allow  the child refugee’s of syria to freeze to death and grow bitter with age, when all we had to do was curb our own ego’s,  so much for the tears spilled for the twenty sandy hook children so tragically killed, why do we manufacture so many guns. And the moral of the story is this, with trillions stashed in off shore havens, avoiding tax needed to repair and build societies everywhere, is it not time to ask yourself the hard questions and make some kind of stand, or do you want to read of another mass killing or needless deaths of children, while we in the west, practically eat ourselves out of existence, or are you one of those types, who doesn’t really give a damn, cause it hasn’t happened to you yet. Every time an act of violence occurs, hatred ensues, wickedness increases, evil thrives, and whether or not a drone accidentally drops on an Afghani village or somewhere else, in the name of security for one nation, the penny only drops when it happens at home. It’s why gun control is not just an issue for the U.S.A., but everywhere, ask your Mexican neighbours, they’ve been suffering from lack of gun control for years, but no one took a moments notice until you began to shed those tears. So what about the sandy hook children, so what about those Syrian child refugees, so what about those starving millions, these tragedies have been going on for years, so what are you going to do about it, have you suddenly developed a conscience, well get a move on and hurry up before we shed more tears. When love is all about me, it’s over, game end, and out. For years we’ve the powerful and the wealthy elite to do the thinking for us, it’s time we changed our thinking, don’t you?. When the elite and wealthy do our thinking, I don’t think they are thinking about you, but they purposefully fund associations and bribe officials who make you believe that they do. I guess I died one day, met up with God, and shared a jack daniels with her, but every so often we go down to the wine cellar and we hear the screams from down below, the wailing of tears, hope I don’t hear you shout then, cause there will be nothing that will be done for you. In memory of Johnny Cash and all the good souls of the world, both living and past who tried their best to make this world a better place, amen. I’ve seen the golden city, you’d like it if you made it there, just takes a little effort to get in.

It'll be all right....sure it will...

Stop spinning me round trying to make me sound like it’s okay, I’ve heard enough to make me give up cause this life is tough, I spend my days getting over my fears looking ahead of my dreams, still I feel so misunderstood, now all I hear is spin this over here, tell them that over there, they’re messing this world up, all right, where’s my God the one I put my trust in, just do as me he said and it’d be all right, well I’m tired at the displays and the empty words, they throw away, I can’t feed my children on this dream, I go out at night with my clothes real tight, hoping to make it through to the next morning rise, so don’t tell me it’s all right and or we’ve won the fight, show me and I’ll believe you, just don’t tell me it’ll be all right, cause it isn’t and my children who go hungry don’t lie, it’s been like this for many years, the struggle for identity my children face practical ruin, educate you say and it’ll be grand, while fat politicians rule over the land, so don’t tell me don’t lie while you hide among your crowd, show me don’t bore before I give up for all time…

A baby on the brink of technofrication

What was the rush. Pass the parcel, not him again, he smells of B.O., I farted to get even with him, she smells sweet, those sounds they make, gugu gaga aaaaah, you’d think I was an alien. The comfort of mummy’s tummy a week old memory, pushy was getting used to being born, the surprise he thought that was ahead of him, not quite the one he had in mind. Mammy was a show off, I was the prize, don’t they know what a child wants, warmth love and a gentle squeeze, if I make a sound they stuff a bottle in my mouth, if I appear too hot, they race me to the doc, just can’t win, pushy was tired and just wanted to sleep. At last, the house was silent, pushy no longer heard voices, he returned to his pool of memories, the soft songs he heard while waiting in mommy’s reservoir of love, and the chorus of angels that kept him safe, while waiting to be born. Isn’t it true, when life gets on top of us, we return to where we felt safest, usually where love was forthcoming. Don’t the folks that distort love have serious questions to answer, ask pushy if you want.

Would You Betray Us They Asked!

Betrayal, were so used to it, women they hardly know different, they've been betrayed for generations, since the beginning of time, blame us betray us, sexualize me instead at least I’ll get used by it, and children too, how the mighty have let down the ordinary, how beauty is skin deep, she’s attractive we can use her, should have taken a Valium  so should all of us, cocaine wars gun laws, government criminals allowed to roam, security calls for help, they are now one of us, standards what standards it’s all spin, all the while the elite govern us, like Jerusalem they’ll fall too, those walls that exist, keeps out the just and no one else, well not everyone I’m glad to say, the almighty speaks the earth quakes, how long can we resist, the Egyptians were certain too, wall street is about to tumble again, everyone has the blues, off shore havens are good for us, so is the news, driving to work sitting in mile long traffic jams, fleas all around no one left between us to intervene with the divine God, just don’t look back, leave your worries on the table, carry what you can’t afford to lose, your dignity and your soul, why I ask should we believe anymore, it was only when we lost it all did we begin to care at all, mocking times become shocking times, it wasn't supposed to be like this, who’ll buy what’s left of your real estate, who will you leave out of the will, the tiresome job of choosing between vultures, whose baby will you bring with you, celebrity ideals smell of urine and entrails, media stuffs the last fat pig, hoping to make the highest ratings, porno is no longer important, we target the occasional individual, we never target the movers and shakers, too important we think their will, suddenly we announce after decades of wavering despair, a new agency will look after children, the same faces call out with fake tears, same as it has been for all these long years, but we make the odd concession it makes us look all good, like we have had a change of conscience, it’s fear but we call it our will, wish we had been so concerned all those years ago, but the governments of the world had no time for such troubles, it’s only total and absolute disaster that is questioning their will, and, I suddenly stop the clock has run out, water is everywhere, that tsunami warning it’s suddenly everywhere, grab those prized stallions they were all champions once, you can’t take the gold darling the ship will sink I've no doubt, as for those starship kings the temporal kings of the world, they try the one sure getaway, the spaceship blows to smithereens, I've had the dream you see, many years ago, parts of the earth were totally devastated, like is has been for young women and children for years, it’s just now that its personal, hope you love as best you can before the show runs out, and here is the blessing, or the story for the blessed, God loved us all, hoped we’d use our talents for all, so out of the entire universe he’s kept a small patch for us all, it’s a question of numbers dear, hope you understand this is not personal, but it’s been going on for the last six years, some call it judgment some call it fear, when it comes to the might of our Lord, the just have nothing to fear, what about it, I don’t think your going to go out soon and try to work it out, otherwise women wouldn't have had to suffer in silence like they have been doing for years, and now it’s children they sexualize as well, as if they thought they’d get away with it, not in my dreams, nothing is never what its seems, hope the water isn't running you out of home and shelter, honey what about my Armani suits, she looks back with tears rolling down her face, I should have married a man who loved me not the fool with the leather briefcase, honey why is that path narrow over there, the freeway looks much safer, everyone is on it, they are building new roads to hell, they do it everyday, and don’t believe the fools that will tell you, that were all going the same old way, should have watched more movies, secrets of the stars, you’d never know what to expect in the old days, now it’s a rehash of every old damn thing, that applies to everyone,.amen..

Substitute to Love..

My life my wife my expectations like it’s my right, my job my ambition, my talent my mission, my god is missing, hardly expect god to shine, he prefers fishing, my health my wealth my ego my desire, my ignorance my forgetfulness, my children my chickens, my what is missing, my my my, do I know anything, facebook reputations twitter conversations, dieting tables plastic surgery labels, famine, moral intervention, why bother, movie star credentials, newspapers read about me, use of prescription drugs at titanic levels of expectation, children are trophies, mothers work harder than before, strangers mind children, no love there everyone knows, and it’s been like this for years, remember Pompeii, Babylon, the roman empire, the dire warnings ignored, all turned to dust, don’t be so disturbed, it couldn’t possibly happen to you, keep following the brand leader, those idols you all adore, what about the revelations about women, written thousands of years before, not fit for this, could not possibly do that, preference nation status, did you ever hear such obvious pure rubbish, as if what was written all those years ago was direct and to the point today, a rule that you must follow, well women learned it how about you, forever marginalized not allowed to speak, blamed for all the wrongs, does this sound like the wife, and all that ever was and ever will be asked of you, did you love with a true heart or were you simply following rules, and so it goes on and on, and what you might say is the point in all this, well I got this great call one of those you just can’t miss, like the day you get your first heart attack one day your gonna find out, too much TV I suppose, I can’t hear the TV, all eyes on that little screen just like Leonard said, has anyone seen my glasses, the enjoyment we feel watching the mighty fall, well privately, anything for a substitute to love…

What a Dream!

Persecution of family persecution of love by whom you ask or do we just pretend like we never understood, search for the holy grail search for gold we’d rather entail, human kind or do you mind but the word that matters is the one spoken by the loving kind, the journey has come to an end and all we wait for is God to send, those that are merciful loving and kind, the wrong doers never encourage love charity or anything of that kind, rejoice today all over the world the secret is out and it’s not going away, Gods desire was one very simple wish to find a love  that can’t ever be dismissed, a light so strong that it is impossible to ignore, a light so improbable that we thought we’d never get there, rejoice all of you of good standing and reputation, those who put love where it should be the final destination, rejoice today for the news is all bright God and his angels have overcome and won the fight, fear is dead except in the minds of those where it exists, the souls who sold out neighbours friends and others for gain and money their only sight, the persistent attack on all that is good has come to an end I hope it’s understood, I have seen the light and the power that dwells therein, rejoice all of you who soldier in the light, rejoice today and stay where it’s bright, rejoice, we have overcome the angels of evil and in darkness they’ll reside, I had the dream victory is ours, all over the world rejoice. amen 

Repent

Prayers for another tragedy, tears soon forgotten like the dead, world in crisis no doubts, women just sexual idols, minds too stirred up, full with porn drenched memories, half the internet user force know this, point the blame at those caught among us, cycle repeats itself and we sigh, did I get away with that.

Gandhi Guevara JFK, Vietnam War, Nazi Concentration Camps, the killing fields of Europe Asia Africa and more, destruction of young minds by the million load, target profits meet their goals, banking industry finances it all, the British slice up the middle east Ireland and Caribbean, was it greed evil or gold they’re looking for.

Governments meet tycoons on hand, together to share booty and land, criminals mix freely among them, they boast later, of the money that comes from them, all the while they set up new agencies, pr spin doctors edited truth and support, it appears something good is happening, things could not be getting any worse.

A single voice cries out, in the wilderness, ears pick up, they are words of consequence, alarm bells go off, we can’t let them listen to this, they send in the private gunmen, another body is found bullet ridden, relief all round, they get back around the table, what was that plan you had, the amazon is rich and fertile for the taking.

Among all races they dwell therein, evil inside them, a death sentence for truth and moral obligation, embedded in governments the world over, this is not a mafia plot, or the mind of a joker, but the truth is leaking out, like the titanic that fell over, God has sent his angels in, their game will soon be over, repent…