Man Kind committing suicide

Man goes to war, willing to die for the cause. Call him a martyr. Monk self immolates in front of the Chinese embassy in Tibet, martyr. Man goes over the top, world war one, faces certain death, hero, old man can’t face life without his deceased wife, kills himself instead, criminal. Suicide is growing all over the world. Rate of suicide in the United States is 20% higher than in Europe. Experts everywhere, governments provide resources, spin doctors mouth off. We all know folks who killed themselves. We all know the systems we live under are chronically sick, I hope God most high is listening to this, and does something about it and quick. Sad stories we hear them all, Gun slaughters every second day of the week, nothing is ever done about it, young people read these stories too, children hear about them, you can let them do that, is there a scintilla of wisdom out there cause this news of disaster is making me wonder, what is going on, would God most high enlighten me please, and deliver on his word to make this world better, remove those tyrants and their sycophants from power, does he not realize the harm this is causing, it’s gone viral and soon we’ll all be sick, I know we’ve been warned and that we get the chance every morning, to make that choice, if I was a honey bee, just imagine it, flower to flower, no honey anymore, eventually I’d give up buzzing around, so what do you think of that, no warning at all, yeah, and we continue on the route the Titanic was on, eye eye captain, lucky to win those tickets for that free cruise honey. Years later at the bottom of the ocean, two dreary souls have all the time in the world, looking around and never seeing anything new, reminds me of those couch potatoes clicking through the channels, looking for something to excite them get them up, sounds familiar?

Man Kind committing suicide

Man goes to war, willing to die for the cause. Call him a martyr. Monk self immolates in front of the Chinese embassy in Tibet, martyr. Man goes over the top, world war one, faces certain death, hero, old man can’t face life without his deceased wife, kills himself instead, criminal. Suicide is growing all over the world. Rate of suicide in the United States is 20% higher than in Europe. Experts everywhere, governments provide resources, spin doctors mouth off. We all know folks who killed themselves. We all know the systems we live under are chronically sick, I hope God most high is listening to this, and does something about it and quick. Sad stories we hear them all, Gun slaughters every second day of the week, nothing is ever done about it, young people read these stories too, children hear about them, you can let them do that, is there a scintilla of wisdom out there cause this news of disaster is making me wonder, what is going on, would God most high enlighten me please, and deliver on his word to make this world better, remove those tyrants and their sycophants from power, does he not realize the harm this is causing, it’s gone viral and soon we’ll all be sick, I know we’ve been warned and that we get the chance every morning, to make that choice, if I was a honey bee, just imagine it, flower to flower, no honey anymore, eventually I’d give up buzzing around, so what do you think of that, no warning at all, yeah, and we continue on the route the Titanic was on, eye eye captain, lucky to win those tickets for that free cruise honey. Years later at the bottom of the ocean, two dreary souls have all the time in the world, looking around and never seeing anything new, reminds me of those couch potatoes clicking through the channels, looking for something to excite them get them up, sounds familiar?

sounds like heaven

Children the world over, fodder for celebrity culture, teeny tots baby dolls Disney movie merchandise, money they obvious savor,  lies all lies I hear them say, this guy is totally nuts, perhaps he’s a member of al Qaida, he’s certainly not into us, what can we do they yell, gates of heaven open God is alive and well

Sounds heavenly everyone grunts, big boobs teens get em off wrinkly old man smiles, orders them all to undress, poses you dream about, it floats your boat, point your ass at the star light, bootylicious girls curvy or what,  ha ha they chuckle out loud, not for long, she’s eaten a real hot curry, did I see a load of ??  come straight out of that. Ah so sexy

Moses is tired tent is empty, calls in the maid, gets her to do plenty, wont do that she sighs, dress off the shoulder, eyes smile wide. Cant imagine it can you, those close to God acting so thrashy. Don’t imagine it then, now you are thinking, perhaps the first time in years, hate having to think of the truth, should need a license for that

South Park American Dad Simpsons, your all in the quagmire now, aim shoot reload are we allowed say that, yes you can says the NRA, lets declare open season on celebrity culture, cause you’ve taken our kids for a ride. Butters and lipstick smile all

around, jammy dodgers are all right smiles stewie, time to reload those magazines on time.

fetus string wont get you very far up the ladder

Landscape burns far as the eye can see, hostile parties gather in many parts, hatred wins out again while the stars lose hope, st. peter thinks back at the promises he heard many centuries before, a young expectant mother takes an overdose once more, I can’t rear a child in this world, please lord she asks let me go for ever more. The call is the same his ear is on fire, the pleadings of so many tears flow everywhere

Pour me a stiff one st.peter is quick to react, fills the glass to the brim with the finest French claret, hope that settles him peter thinks to himself, he doesn’t like the look of him

The chief is gonna get rough, terminate it’s what I like, children act out violent themes they’ve seen on TV screens, I’m divorcing her she’s old and weary past her time, lets chop up all those fetus string and turn it into cash

Sigh of relief on peters face the chief is looking relaxed, how’s the wine old peter asks trying to cool things down, a wry smile crosses his face as he remembers times of old, they used to obey those simple rules but that was long ago, now all they do is what comes to mind all wisdom they simply ignore, another glass asks peter certain that the situation has calmed down, the lord looks at him and says with a wry smile I think I’ll send something

Swiftly the lord stands up and says the word love have we seen it or heard from it, find out quickly I feel like I’ve had enough, there must be one of pure heart left otherwise they are going to fry, peter gulps stutters and fluffs the words he was about to say, a little taken back he forgets everything summons the secretary in this day, there was one boy who used to be good but we haven’t heard from him in a while, seek him out and sees if he’s still doing the work of the lord, angels fly fast and direct heaven to earth five minutes at best

Movie premiere on a well lit street paparazzi gather in droves, flash flash can you move left a little more over there, actors swoon and stop take a bow before their adoring lot, two minutes away a young mother rumbles through the thrash, a child to feed she’s a poor refugee with zero as her lot, she finds an old pizza bread wipes away the mould, gives some to the starving infant will calm the little mite she hopes, raging actor accuses a waiter there is a fly in his soup, who do you think I am he screams joking he laughs

To himself, that’ll get me ten thousand tweets or more before the night is out

Desperate search the boy has moved the angels don’t know what to do, they go from door to door like they haven’t a clue, I was in the circus before I got the call, the other angel with him shouts that just wont do, a kind old lady answers a door knock looks out threw the little spy piece, were looking for the nice little boy that used to live down the street, jimmy she says while remembering fondly the young man who used to visit her one so sweet, I’m afraid I have some bad news for you he was cut down in iraq last week

China perhaps pacific region intact italy they’ve all let me down, I have to act he thinks out loud st. peter hasn’t a word, an earthquake would be a lot more fairer it would only use up a third, peter looks at his watch hoping his angels would have called back, one more drink and we’ll get back it’s ages since I’m been here, other angel thinks perhaps he’s right and we haven’t seen a good movie in years, they click glasses one more time and gladly share a cheers

Speed speed king the fiery arrow is taken from it’s sling peter asks for directions, that movie theatre you sent them too I hope they are not still there in, what replies st peter doesn’t understand what the lord has to say, out of the blue a bolt from above the theatre is incinerated and everyone is killed, local agents descend from every direction TV crews and anchors smell another Pulitzer, news is global forty TV stations on site they were there for the movie opening, even spielberg blames the terrorists it’s the same old story being played out

Eight billion minus three hundred and forty six that leaves us with a closing balance of..,

Peter quickly does the sums arrives at a total amount, that’ll have them crying awhile they might even love a little as well, the grief they pour out thinking of themselves when they never think of the poor, I guess it’s the only way to get them to listen again I wonder what they’ll do this time, a week later the world has passed on the grief all but forgotten, back to black the basics they shout as the waiter fills them again. Just one I only wanted one to achieve the goal I set for them, I guess I’ll go on hoping some more or else it really will be the end…amen.

the waiting

I set out today trying to do it the right way, no fuel in my car that was just the way, I took the decision  I knew others wouldn't take, made mistakes cause I didn't have time to waste, wanted to see the change give love a new push up the ladder, so off I went my mind made up went with confidence and certainty, got to my chosen place like I knew before it was all about community, ignored their rules whatever the cost, saw the happy faces that left me in no doubt, did what I was asked to do and didn't complain or blow it up, then went on my way and headed back to town, once there I knew my signs were looking up, went about the work and just knew what to say and it happened again and again like many times before, the presence that I asked for was exactly what I proposed, so what said a friend who awakened old fields of fear, afraid of what I wondered, it made me feel so damn poor, I guess the power of the evil one lives just about everywhere, it’s tragic but it’s real but we listen closely when the news is bad, were so damned used to negative thought it’s like those bags of old fear stored up, and it goes on and on and nobody seems to notice, not the clergy or their supporters it’s control they want, and I wonder if they have ever loved at all, or were they so let down by others they gave everything up, and now the well of love and hope is empty to them as well, then I think about the children and the sexual problems they have, abuse to abuse age is no longer of great importance, it’s only when the chips are down do we know of the relevance, when it’s too damn late when all we have is complete waste. I can feel a storm coming and it’s not going to be soothing, but afterwards you’ll see it different when you've lost almost everything, then you’ll listen cause you’ll have little else to do, I’m just trying to wake you all up from this sleep of destiny, can’t you hear it coming can’t you see the change, what do you need to see to make the right moves, it’s over this old world of ours were at the new point in time, I just hope you wake up soon cause the waiting wont be for long, amen.

the rite of self termination

Media frenzy the knives are out, children starve to death saints cry out, how much is it worth a judge remarks, what should I do God asks, media snarl juicey details spill everywhere, when will you answer the righteous call, 200,000,000 judge says childhoods lost so far, devil wins when souls become like ghosts, media move like cattle to the next spring, there is more than one it is a ring, god lifts his head it’s doing him in, media scrum for rights from next of kin, God opens the books of the living and the dead, no media entries at all therein.

It’s your right shouts the crowd, God looks across then looks down, what are they doing this zealot lot, they encourage abortion this inhuman  sort, and you think this is going to go on for ever. How would you feel with a flea in your ear, he’s merciful cries the priests, what have they been reading their minds or their hearts, crowd gathers momentum the cries intensify, they have a good legal team and devils in disguise, St.Peter shakes his head the master is tired, the last time he saw it a nation expired, it’s your right termination is what it’s all about

Young pregnant girl passes the crowd, no one notices only the lord, baby inside hears the hatred been spewed out, kicks his little leg inside her stomach pouts, lonely and poor she heads for the shelter, inside they advice her why not abort they tell her, it’s your right they advise with a relentless call, baby goes quite they are demons and he’s small, she sees a face just a pair of eyes, kindness and light she begins to go towards the smile, it’s his right speaks the angel pointing down, her tummy jumps with joy inside baby smiles,  he ushers her away from this anarchic set to hide

Ugly rich and those of twisted fate their faces hard their love a reject, they continue to call for the right to abort, baby is born there’s a smile on his face, why not compromise the crowd call out, baby a year older sun shines bright, your winning winks peter see’s the tear in his eye, the baby brought a lasting joy to the eye of the lord, sixteen weeks then why not that, lord shakes his head will they ever give it up, baby makes three can read and write, he’s in the school choir he sings all night, it’s a mothers right screams the crowd all right

Termination determination if that is their situation then I will gladly terminate them, not the innocent children but those crying out for self termination, they are given a gift and treat it as if it’s their right, they rear children sexually and think it’s all right, enough he says about to press the button, Mr. baby goes to high school he’s a leader all ready by seven, and they wanted to abort this little man what next they’ll want a new heaven, well let me tell you about it and beware cause your gonna get your wish, I’ve had too much of this wanton decay it’s permanently on your lips, all you who call termination soon your dream day will come, and then I’ll hear your call all right and send you to total oblivion ….. amen

Mayday Blue Boy

Little boy blue, grew up in a world when all his nightmares some call it dreams came through, a different story of a different type of blue not the shade of the sky or the sea, no, it’s the colour your face turns when they  decide to electrocute you, feeling electric I bet that you do, but I was thinking of the witness faces and the screams of yes we do, as they wheeled him into the chamber of death, so they could see it clear as day as the man boy went blue. It began awhile ago a child he was only six, saw his mother beaten close to death and boy was she black and blue, his daddy was a mixed up man you see and had no regard for emotion or a use for them, and when things got too close for his emotions to deal with he reached out at who was bitchin cause he didn’t know what else to do. Afraid to let his emotions go no where for his love to sow he became entangled with who would lead him and became wild you see, and as he got older his type of love wasn’t normal for he never knew what love was meant to be, and like his dad before him he beat his woman black and through, and this pattern of life became normal till he became homeless you see. Like so many among us his longing for love had no resting place only leaving him with fear, and as things got worse for him so did his habit of company. I was watching the TV, and that’s the end of the story, I don’t like detail, how many sex partners did she have, read the details get excited at the same time, perhaps you can add it to your bedroom role play, I prefer to write what’s real. Just to say we could all be a little boy blue. Time we found sympathy and acted that way sometimes, you don’t need a terror disaster to wake you up and feel human I hope you all agree, well do something about it, before your time is up, the Lord All mighty will with certainty one day make you account for all those little boy blues. Hit her again man, she’s your woman, meant to say, play it again sam but that was just a movie, it’s me me me me me me, whose that on the phone, someone for me of course, get it!, it’s 222 important to ignore all those little boy blues.

Being may day, is it a call for help or is it a day of joy, but does anyone remember the horrible events of the last week or so, I guess another atrocity will happen soon and so we can ignore all the others you see. I think I’ll start a NEW CHARITY, You’ll all turn up at the memorials AT the remembrance day, party and smile hug and say what’s worthwhile before you vanish and go your ways JUST LIKE STARS THAT FADE AWAY, till the next may day event while forgetting the blood spilled the innocence killed like it just happens that way, and it’s been like this for years. Mayday symphony or mayday sympathy denial is not a river in Egypt, it’s a condition of the human race, and it’s played itself full distance, don’t look over there, keep your eyes closed, do you always have to look at those poor people, there is something pretty on the babe station. The things we think of are killing us all, and we are doing it ourselves, most just hope death comes easily, with no pain no heaven no hell, well I don’t think your going to get your wish, as I’ve seen the other side as well, mayday mayday, anyone human out there!.