kissing the french...

Women, bleddy women he moaned, angry that she was almost taking over all his spare thoughts apart from taking over the world. Now on texting terms, what if she sent him something risqué. He’d asked to see a photo of her family, making the request in order to keep the fledgling friendship friendly not personal. She, madga, sounded like Magdalene, mary, the da vincii code, dan brown, theory he thought, as all thinking was just that, theory, and theory made story, he was thinking it through. Religion was sexy sometimes, magda was catholic. Maybe there’s a story in this, Hollywood thought so too, but like the film Alexander, not all hero’s can be put successfully in a can, perhaps on a poster, che guevarra one fine example of it, JFK. Religion he thought, reminding himself of the crowds that used to attend church but no longer did, everything changes and everyone, alright to lust, just don’t become addicted, he switching quickly to the girlie channel, big ones, plastic ones, egg shaped, circular, hanging, all wallpaper, each of them playing a very human role, in accordance with nature, the nourishment of human life. Fools gloated over them, many fear exposing themselves, their real selves, others for money, most out of boredom, the truly interested ones being those in the early stages of sexual awakening and experience, and those deprived of all contact with the human race. thirteen, as he remembered, seeing bardot in a late night movie, that got him going. she was alluring he thought, stretching back the years in the chair. French too, harry liked the French, bardot reminding him, bread, paris, cannes, perfume, style, and passion, even if the world pays a premium for it, the real thing that is, and Bardot was passionate. The girls on screen looked like performing seals, not in anyway alluring. He reaches for the JD, pours a good slice of it into his tall glass, filling it half, clumps in the last three ice cubes, splashes it over with coke. The bottle fizzes as he puts it down. He liked that, seeing fizz in a bottle. No more ice, he could ring down for more. He’d a lot of TV to go through, war going on in the middle east. All sides were baiting the world with propaganda, and harry had to get a handle on it if he was going to use some of it in a sermon. They kissed regularly, another reason harry liked the French. They were not afraid of hugging and kissing, less likely to go to war too..

power of thought

light can change a man into a beast, a clown into a wise person, a loving woman into a witch, more to the light than you think, can disable us instantly, reduce us to tears, thoughts of all the loves lost, thought of all the children crying, thought of all the promises we make, 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 to that affair, thought the world was going to hell, thought I’d change it then, thought I’d say a prayer, thought gathers momentum, thoughts that are good, thoughts that make 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 had come to revolt, thought has changed so much they say, thought you’d past your best, thoughts they sell to you and me, thought can be a friend you see, 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, and why are thoughts so important, this is what I have to say, 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, if you think about it, thought again I say, look closely at the end or middle of any day, this I state for certain, you will not be challenged on anyway, when you got up this morning, you never thought you’d be reading this page, and I’ll tell you why this thought alone is so important, more valuable a lesson in thought as they say, it’s this, and it’s a potential cure for depression or illness’s of similar kind, when you get lost in time and stuck in a dark place, it can seem like this for years, it’s the same old day the same old way and those dead inside feelings don’t seem to fade, it’s cause you don’t believe in change as they say, the cure for cynicism is to believe in today, meaning, change will occur today and by reading this your proving it one way, or to put it mildly, when I woke up this morning and you woke up this morning, neither of us could have imagined that I’d have written this and you’d be reading this, today, have a thought about it, the world has changed, purely by thought, you just have to imagine it first, thought that’s all, first step to a bright new day, a little optimism as they say, all over a thought, and what is faith in God, thoughts that act out his ways…or her ways, cause when two become one, the answer is three, one becomes two the answer is sometimes none, just a thought, like all wars, they start with a thought, so you thought that thought was just a thought, well think again..it’s been the start of every revolution the world has ever known. 

A Titanic Duel

 It was early summer. Pollen everywhere, gets to you, got to harry. TV was on news, the plight of those in danger of vileness, violence, call it as you like, everywhere. But the same people who had tried unsuccessfully to solve the middle east crisis were now trying to solve the problem of the drug crisis. There wasn't enough to go around. People were rioting in prisons. The famine crisis and global warming was making headlines too. At least war was off the menu. It was like asking a death row inmate how he felt, did he feel anything after been given the injection. How was it for you, good I hope. Have a nice day, and a thousand other stupid slogans, they all rushed into harry’s head. Maybe he was trying to keep magda away from his loins. Maybe he was learning how to focus on anything but sex, thinking a thousand miles an hour instead. Insane he chuckled as his belt unbuckled a little more. It was the subconscious at work. The biggest user of fuel, the greatest creator of pollution the world has ever known, the biggest consumers of cocaine, were leading the global struggle for survival. A titanic duel, between man and earth, and who happens to play earth in this huge production you ask. Don't think this story has a Hollywood ending, not until they change the direction of the ship, and jettison the crew...ah harry cheer up...

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. 

Nothing is impossible...

can't do this, can't afford that, excuse after excuse, reasoned judgement, is everyone a spin doctor, in a part time way supposed harry, back to himself, his holiday over.

After a weekend in the country, harry was back to form. Prolonged tiredness had left him, the weather having the desired effect, warm and sunny. He even got in a spot of sun bathing. Re charged, he walked smartly through the lobby, nodding at magda who was busy at reception. The hotel was filling up with families. The rate they were charging him had gone up also, season was nearing peak. He’d soon be moving on, his research nearing completion. I love it he thought, going in the door of his room. It had been home for six months, one night a week, two when he had the time and could afford it. She’d cookies, ice, there waiting for him, at a time she would have been at full stretch in the hotel too. And her inklish was now English, albeit with a Yankee twang. He blamed the TV of course. Switching it on, he headed for the news, keeping up to-date with global proceedings and the wars that were never going to end. Unless you believed in change he stressed, forever reminding himself that no situation was that bad. Satisfied with a glance across the channels he took one more look at his diminishing list. It seemed an almighty task when first started; it was now looking like an awful lot done. He looked it over, the multiple lists on the pages. Channels in operation marked in red. A black line threw them meant they were off the air, bankrupt perhaps, or just simply dead. How the world had changed for the better in such a short time frame, anything is possible he smiled, as he clicked to the racing channel, where people work together.

why put up with it!

The only hope he saw, a total re birth of human religious beliefs. Families that stay together pray together, can be blown apart together. If the seed of reason can be planted, can he harvested too. reason had to listen, listening, it meant using the brain. Listening to the gods of war, explain themselves on the TV, trying to appear reasoned, putting on a show, hoping to impress all of them well educated, intellectuals, harry couldn't see how they were all men, no women, were people like sheep, as the bible says. The rules of social engagement, children were to be brought up in the religion of the husband, the list went on and on. With men so unreliable, it didn't make sense putting them under more pressure. And women were the property of the husband and children too, till all were dead. Education of the woman, she might learn to think for herself. The list of funny and odd rules the various religions used to control women made interesting TV too. The program was Swedish made. All religions he concluded, found it necessary to control the woman. When she bled, for whom she bled, by whom she bled, to the last drop, her life was managed for her. Women must be thick concluded harry, for putting up with all these rules. 

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.