The World is Cracking up!

i dont wish to sound the alarm bells, but i think it’s fairly plain for all to see, but the world is quaking, people and earth alike. mother nature has run her course, our disdain for the environment physical, moral, and spiritual, has led us to a dark place in terms of the legacy of our existence. recent news from New Zealand is both tragic and sad. People in the arab states seek freedom from oppreassion, ireland is rearing children for emigration, and all the while, the sexualisation of children continues unabated….

Obama comes to offaly..

and the town is being painted red, the girls are screaming for his attention, the men are going off the head, rappers are coming up with tunes, lowry is talking fumes…it’s a strange world, but not if your poor, with a bank manager roaring for money, the local utility waiting to cut you off, and children addicted to anything but good. we all celebrate the big moment, the arrival of the new king, yeah yeah.. hoopla, eeeee, lots of smiles, chance to exploit, get a few dollars hear, while enda is all smiles. i haven’t seen a new job, anything but words will do…dont worry, no one fools god!

Father O’Che Father O’Che and the death of the soul He readied himself in front of the TV, comfy chair, side table with sheets of white notes, tv remote in hand. He’d heard about it, new TV, didn’t have one at home, hadn’t the time for it, so he had to book into a local hotel. He needed privacy. Being a priest, time was rarely his. The screen lit up. satellite had changed the world, no longer spying machines they were now broadcast beacons, global in reach, though they were still spying machines. Harry wasn’t naive. Competition for the soul was how he described it, his reason for being, job if you call living it work, living. If it wasn’t nourished, it died, Heart, soul or whatever makes you decide between doing good or bad, money most likely. Most parents he knew bribed their kids, what was new, he hadn’t thought of that one though, honesty. Nearly a thousand of them, media channels, all competing for attention and your electronic loose change credit card. After a quick flick, he needed directions, where was the list of numbers already typed out for him, numbers game, bit like the mafia rackets of the past, but with more menace within, they were in his hand with the remote, he looked at them, went on for miles, the list, each combination of numbers a digital location for a TV station, a long day from the two channel world he grew up in, he’d be here for ever if he was to go through them all. For a moment he’d wished for a jack Daniels, then remembered he was working. Angels never sleep. Could have used some cocaine though, hadn’t done barack obama any harm, he was still alive. Barack had class A medical support to fall back on. A happy voice, even a sweet melody, was considered entertainment then, when news was written and reported by journalists, a long time ago he sighed, used to the daily outpouring of propaganda. The news, truth important, politicians didn’t seem interested in it, only getting elected, women weren’t interested in it either, preferring plastic surgery, and archbishops, well they were no better it seemed, good at avoiding it, truth. He fumbled with the controls, he liked sport. It took him a few minutes though, but finally he managed it, to hit the net so to speak or target. Sports TV, he could relate to it. Topic, transfer season, money what else, time of year, early January. Harry liked to start the new year on a positive note, doing something new, learning maybe, even research. Tonight was research, a break from the daily funeral routine. He’d buried three this week, all elderly. Cold kills, so did cold hearts.

Father O’Che and the death of the soul

He readied himself in front of the TV, comfy chair, side table with sheets of white notes, tv remote in hand. He’d heard about it, new TV, didn’t have one at home, hadn’t the time for it, so he had to book into a local hotel. He needed privacy. Being a priest, time was rarely his. The screen lit up. satellite had changed the world, no longer spying machines they were now broadcast beacons, global in reach, though they were still spying machines.  Harry wasn’t naive. Competition for the soul was how he described it, his reason for being, job if you call living it work, living. If it wasn’t nourished, it died,
Heart, soul or whatever makes you decide between doing
good or bad, money most likely. Most parents he knew bribed their kids, what was new, he hadn’t thought of that one though, honesty.  Nearly a thousand of them, media channels, all competing for attention and your electronic loose change credit card. After a quick flick, he needed directions, where was the list of numbers already typed out for him, numbers game, bit like the mafia rackets of the past, but with more menace within, they were in his hand with the remote, he looked at them, went on for miles, the list, each combination of numbers a digital location for a TV station, a long day from the two channel world he grew up in, he’d be here for ever if he was to go through them all. For a moment he’d wished for a jack Daniels, then remembered he was working. Angels never sleep. Could have used some cocaine though, hadn’t done barack obama any harm, he was still alive. Barack had class A medical support to fall back on.

 A happy voice, even a sweet melody, was considered entertainment then, when news was written and reported by journalists, a long time ago he sighed, used to the daily outpouring of propaganda. The news, truth important, politicians didn’t seem interested in it, only getting elected, women weren’t interested in it either, preferring plastic surgery, and archbishops, well they were no better it seemed, good at avoiding it, truth.
He fumbled with the controls, he liked sport. It took him a few minutes though, but finally he managed it, to hit the net so to speak or target. Sports TV, he could relate to it. Topic, transfer season, money what else, time of year, early January. Harry liked to start the new year on a positive note, doing something new, learning maybe, even research. Tonight was research, a break from the daily funeral routine. He’d buried three this week, all elderly. Cold kills, so did cold hearts.

(copyright 2001 bwcarey….)

despite the odds…

this is a poem by a friend of Mrs Carey, deceased, one of the finest human beings there was, Ann M Dooley, died young, despite the odds…A story for Mrs Carey’s casebook.

Despite the Odds

(present to BWB on his birthday)

despite the odds,
i get the jobs
i do the goods
i rock the gods

i make the mark i have to make
i take the “takes” i have to take.
i pull in fast i pull in hard
and try to hold the winning  card

i fall tall
i fall firm
i fall strong
i fall fast

despite the odds

i’ll make the mark
i’ll make the grade

because after all

this is my life at stake.
despite the odds!

cause they sold out love…

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They traded money hoping it would last, A colourful wedding everyone gaspedThey sold out love to the highest bidderwho needs pictures i need a new liver
Fine wines and expensive mealsStuff to talk about to friends everafterLike george best talking shopIt’s a only time before they drop
Love is pleasure but not pleasure itselfA gift from a friend is not a consequencethe way things happen like when u praySomeday he delivers and you say hey
Hair make up mortgage tooRing on finger friends on viewProspects good envy becomes youGod looks on wondering what to do
They took those vows in my nameI look down what a shamePromises made that will never keepI spend all my time rounding up sheep
They sold love in all the wrong placesLike perfume on prostituted facesThey sold out love like it was a machinetraded like gold without a sheen
They sold out god for the sake of a few bobNow they can’t ignore the signs from aboveWorried confused all thinking gone weirdWhat’s going on we’re all blind 
sell out love and you’ll have none at allyou sow you reap what’s gone is goneThey sold out love he sent his son alongHoping to see what was going on
hung from a cross on the outskirts of townNaked and bleeding they watched him drownAll their faces skewed and entertainedTill a few came along at the end of the day
They sold out love and it wont be longCause the day is coming with no warningwhen it ends only hearts will remainthey were the ones who listened each day
loves calling and you need to caredon’t pass the champagne over there.Cause they sold out love…

celebrityitis

Start spreading the views, the ability to turn shit into trifle, you could eat her from the sheet, news spread, what affect on women, girls don’t matter, beat it Murdoch,the world dressed up like a red santa, trimmings more like it, mouth spread wide open,teeth dazzling courtesy of chemical bleach, no one had teeth this white, not even god,latest addition to starlet and fame, another victim of the most rabid disease, celebrityitis. Look her up and down, looked good for seventeen, her  peek and sheer cheek, bare assed, no dark showing, wasn’t meant to, women spread for men, spread-eagled the competition, everybody was using the spread word, never associated with disease though, too unsalesmanlike, have newspaper editors ever heard of children, considered the consequences, a lassie spread across page after page of print, made passing shit in the bowel more tolerable though, jam tarts, margarines, all forms of spreads, wonderful word  not unlike tread, his interest in the word, Godly.  

69 reasons for a revolution…

69 Reasons for a revolution

Others, basically put, your family and future children, if there is a future.

those in situ are making a balls of things and it’s costing you.

there is a better way forward and the raft your on is sinking.

you don’t believe your being fairly treated and cant afford a lawyer.

your reputation is being destroyed and there’s nothing you can do.

the country is in the grip of tyrants who control money land and drugs.

the police force is partly corrupt.

the world has changed and the government cant.

you want a society that cares not craves.

too many dealers and not enough craic, the real kind.

a wealthy few seem to be stealing your money legally.

system needs a change before we all become extinct.

water is no longer clean,  so your using chemicals to keep yourselve alive.

when it’s easier to pick up an STD than a friend

when the elderly become the hunted.

when children are denied an education.

when the wealthy control the rudder of direction.

stop unemployment growth and encourage the positive.

stop the exploitation of people and resources

fairer society, you want more blondes in charge

when the truth becomes extinct

in order to reinvent society, less air brush more truth.

cease the destruction of the earth.

unite people in the direction of good

better value for money

a new start

too much PR and spin is destroying your trust in people

government is titanic bound and your on board

jesus was a revolutionary and you believe you can be one too!

you want respect for society and all people

you believe in the need to change and adapt

you don’t trust those in charge

you want a better lifestyle

tired of cynicism and the general apathy that follows

want to believe in things getting better.

you prefer fresh over processed people, food also.

tired of listening to excuses and not reason

celebrityitis is driving your children,wife and friends crazy

TV

the legal drug industry and the thriving care industries

love and sex has exhausted us

children need a fair start and chance, no exploitation of the young

no trust in the legal system or the judiciary

slow and no broadband

re ignite the flames of hope and the thrill of real love.

re ignite a more Christian outlook among folks

global demand for Viagra soars in a world of scarce medicines

redeem our mistakes and make some repairs.

the death of 100 by flu is an emergency while people starve by millions

when you realise that those in power are looking after themselves

the people are sick of their government

corrupt government appoints corrupt cronies

too many children without a good education

sin doctors running the country

society breaking down and family life too

organised crime taking a grip and government helpless

country going in the wrong direction and people helpless

government not listening to the people or expert opinion

world crashing apart and divided and getting meaner too

no vision no vibrancy and no confidence in the leadership

country sinking faster than the titanic

those in power too connected to too many wealthy people

newspaper barons propping up government

white collar crime seen differently, billions but no violence!

no facilities for teenagers in most cities and towns

drugs traded openly and regularly throughout the state

police investigating itself

tired of it all

the second coming of Christ is fast approaching

Bradley Manning

Twenty thousand feet over AfghanistanThey drop them heavy cant see a manYahoo they yell and the horizon changesWe got them bad those animals in cagesBack to base reload and relaxation
Bangkok girls are young and plentyCheap to work and fuck all centuryOur boys need space the admiral ragesDead women and viruses on the streets America
We can replace them with immigrant men he pleadsReinforcements needed to bolster the forcesBangkok girls are young and plenty$10 fuck all ages stripped and baby faces
people in America their ire inflatedwhy do they threaten us in our home spacesTV reports that we are winning Or is it a story their spinning he asks
Gets sent to detention for thinkingJust like Bradley manning…

Power Of One

The beautiful sky looked back at meI smiled back and saidWhat wonders there are for everyoneWho believes in the power of one
It’s a simple story the cloud saidYou get pushed and bumped sometimesI asked was this a question for meI was simply asking for more sun
It hid awhile behind a cloudDoubt crept into my mindThen all at once if popped outThe sun made me smile
I laughed again the joy of lightThe mounting struggles and the strifeBut I kept to the plan laid for meI knew it would be all right
Love is not a possessionThere is no bank big enoughIt’s what we call the living we doWhen we do it right
The beautiful sky laughs with meWe talk most days when we canGet used to being in love with lifeBe surprised by the power of one

Pure Love…

Purely for love and no other reasonI do these things for you without conditionI humbly ask you my dear lordTo open the hearts of all those closedPurely for love and no other reason
I told her I loved her she asked me whyI tried to explain she started to cryHer tears were real we both embracedPurely for love and no other reason
I humbly ask god for some directionI remember the hearts of all those brokenThe families split up children are cryingPurely for love and no other reason
I started to sing my song went like thisKeep us together forever may it lastStay with me and make me strongPurely for love and no other reason
The days unfold like sheets of windBlowing across this difficult worldSoothe the soul and make us kindPurely for love and no other reason
My health is weak but my heart is firmI try my best I believe in my godSometimes it works sometimes I cryPurely for love and no other reason