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.

Manic Street Children

give me a reason to like myself, give me the keys to my life, fill my head with all sorts of ideas, fill me with hope make me feel all right, blast blast blast, rocket speed to my head, waves of images and noise, twenty four seven every angle of attack, head so swollen with every single doubt, the manic street children are all about...and we are all amazed at the continued downward kerb of all that is right, is that so, um....must have landed on a foreign planet....wait...look at the old guys gathered outside that school, and those momma's preparing to go out, they look kinda human...no..just another AD Break! declares St.Peter, hoping the boss won't wake up. Babylon all those years ago, they didn't listen either, but the clean up cost a fortune, made a few reputations though, just like those manic street children, those crazy kids we all used to know.

wisdom of a tree

starts small, is never in a hurry to grow up, sets down roots, accommodation year round as it gets stronger, never turns away a friend, provides shelter when it can, the wider it grows, the deeper it roots, can withstand a storm when fully grown, sways about in the wind, if grown in rich soil, lifetime of a confusious.
wisdom of the human race, in a hurry to grow up, roots variable, accommodation problems, often turns away the hungry and poor, grows more stupid by the day, panics during a storm, can be easily swayed, spends lifetimes in a confused state.. 

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….

God Laments...

I don’t need indoctrination any form of misinformation, call it distraction, I don’t need to pretend that one day someone will come along when everything will be made right, I’m not the child that needs resuscitation, who waited for false inspiration, the gobbled news carriers sweet suggestion, all they do is delay our moment of escape as we wait like we always wait, for that final determination from God, we were told to believe in the faith that took centuries to secure because of the hyperventilating of those masses of people so called political types  who sold out position like those wall street finance cheaters, how can they sleep while the world heads to oblivion, and what will I tell my children, the truth is their compensation, I am a father a brother a teacher a communicator, I deal with the evil that is overcoming civilization and I can’t afford to wait much longer, and this is just an introduction, my petition of sorts and it’s the first of many of that I am certain…

God answered my call, with wisdom I asked, he told me of the written works of thousand year old dispositions, the myriad of beliefs that grew up, nearly all from confrontation, when all he ever asked for was love, we responded with power and a fierce determination to overcome other nations without mercy or any such emotion, placing our faith in similar type situations, when war was met with war, hatred grew out of all this misinformation, and today we are united he says, not by love as was his only and persistent call, but by the fear of self immolation. Blessings he stored for us like a farmer for future exploitation, originally given for our own determination, and as such he could not let out the gifts in the manner that he planned, because the Good hearts became like much sought after wine, nowhere to be found and outside the reach of us, who were more interested in our personal reputations, self made to self we prayed, for the poor and hungry of the world can offer proof of this total degeneration of so much of the entire, of the so called human civilization. Many were sent, hope joy opportunity and blessings in magnificent amounts, all betrayed by those in political office or such, trusted by these self same cultured nations. If I work through the heart he said and the heart cannot be trusted anymore, there is nothing I can do about it, as the heart is my only form of communication. So, before you dwell in pity, bitterness or fear, don’t you ever ask yourself what you did, to bring about this atrocious complication, nothing I suppose like so many in whom the gift of life was given, is one billion to one not good enough for you, before you thought you could overcome all that was divine for some other interpretation…..

Expensive

African dictators welcomed with open arms, the new pope smiles a gesture too far, first world corporations mingle with murderous scum, hoping to develop a relationship using the gun, resources shipped to feed the western thirst, economic professors milk it for all that it’s worth, God sighs while the flame of love dies, do they realize the consequence to all their lies, seemingly not St.Peter declares the boss won’t put with this for long, you can’t be serious the greedy titans rage, they plot and plan to kill anyone that gets in their way.

Any excuse to create global confusion is a racket they prepare by the day, emotions pushed to the limit hoping that the good people pray, attempting to force the hand of God upon the few, not the intended target but it cancels out the uncertainty, meanwhile faith in all that is Good and in God almighty himself, gets weaker by the second but the evil doers have taken this into account, hoping in the wake of the disappointment that love itself will cease, leaving the earth and the good that exists there to the evil that is trying to climb the mount

Patchy news God gets the blues triggers a series of typhoons, the sting of the reptile is temporarily dimmed and menace is weakened again, toying and flowing the game rolls along and it’s a pitch battle between goodness and sin, if he decides to leave the game we’ll have a free for all, we were never going to get into heaven as it is, but when he’s gone we’ll have them all, their children their souls their gold and it all, maybe it’ll last for another hundred years a lifetime or more, an eternity for those who care little about their fellow kin, expenses, can’t stop thinking about them..

Drug me Too....

drug drug me too, the way i like too, sounds familiar, but i was looking at the news, the harvest of the Afghani's, ten years later the yield is even greater, is there anything we can do, reports and consultant fees and all the other excesses, the same old voices pretend to offer wisdom, the situation keeps getting worse and worse, until common sense came to town, what you mean there is another opinion we dont know, heads look up to heaven shaking the head, if he ever finds out the truth, we'll all be looking for our heads...
and this is it, simple, but the truth is always simple, no complications at all, for all the money they spend on security, they could have bought all those harvests for thousands of years, and guess who'd be out of a job, we can't listen to this, just drug the kids instead, give them telly stars and all the rest, keep them busy till they get into bed...not really an option anymore, or will you try to drug me, like you did before...and they say they love their children, well, love love me too.....