Happy New Year – Let there be many more to remember!

Change the world they said, he laughed out loud, the world changed every day, they should have said, for the better, change it for the better, of course they meant better, but every lawyer thrives on the word and the many meanings of deception, and like a global court case, the trial we all are involved in, survival or disaster, there is always a lawyer to explain the status of us all, but never a lawyer there to show us the way forward, unless it’s a cayman account or laundered money valve, tax free status, or some other similar type of theft, all legal of course, client confidentiality a must, a bit like the confessional box, except they never seek the good, only the money, yours, it doesn’t matter who pays, the ferryman always gets his fee, unlike the divine judge, there is no appeal, just the hope of mercy, and you can plead, and plead, or pretend you didn’t notice or have some great excuse to pose with, while the cameras roll at your front door, blame the lawyer of course, the one you selected and paid, the list is endless the excuses legendary, the failing is human, but judgment is divine, not like your local court house, your excuses don’t carry any weight, the witness’s that support you, theirs is a similar fate, but you all go down together, into the pit of darkness, forever left to your own devices and the coldness in your heart, and why do I know all this, simply I’ve seen the light, and where there is light, there is also darkness, and let me tell you darkness is not good for you, you get used to it, nothing grows in it, you vegetate and fade, nothing happens down there, so how do you change the world, make it better, and please no lawyers opinions or you’ve lost the case your gonna make, well here is my answer to this great weight on the shoulders of those who had the responsibility of talent, and misused it for their own delights, I’m just given you a warning not a warming, your doing that yourselves, restore the light, it’s that simple, and what is light you might ask, it’s the following; it’s a little child who looks up to his dad without fear, it’s the hope of an elderly relative for a visit from you, it’s the old lady who lives all alone in fear who delights when she hears your voice on the intercom, it’s the emotion you feel when you truly love, it’s simple burden sharing and most importantly of all, it’s putting yourself last for the sake of love. So between us all, don’t keep yourself busy on booze TV golf pornography shopping or food, or some other way to blot out your conscience, open your heart today, show a little light, you’ll be surprised, and I didn’t mention religion once, now tell me this, doesn’t it feel good when you do good, it’s really that simple, I never mentioned money either, it’s like air, we need it to survive but we don’t need to control it the way we do, it sets off the domino affect, suddenly it’s all we can think of, will the IPO work, the sums become fantastical, the car port becomes a garage, the home becomes a range of houses, while the mistress’s accumulate before our eyes, as for the party, it’s now a season, and the excuse we use for it all, we did it for the children, I hope you don’t believe such lies, shed the light, and loose some weight while your at it, it’ll change your world their world our world, for the better, and perhaps allow us a little more time to take up our responsibilities rather than spew out more lies, happy new year, where do you start…

well how about some home truths to begin with, it may hurt, but so does the average operation or visit to the doctor, well it used to before we learned there was more to visiting the doctor than just pain, it kinds heals us, the same way love heals us, even when it hurts sometimes. show me a mother who hasn’t agonized over her children.. so i’ll go on….

Defending the indefensible almost, promoting the farming of children, pretending to defend the voiceless, promoting the violation of the most vulnerable, sounds lawyerish, what if it’s true, what if God is true, what does it matter to you, and my point is this, and it applies to every living Christian on the planet today, tomorrow and next week, and for ever more, call it arrogance if you wish, call it a grand statement, call your doctor instead, but the point I make is 100% true, and because I know that God is real, that the divine does indeed exist, and that hell is not just a word but a destination as well, and when I say Christian, I refer to anyone on the planet that acts out of love occasionally, as that’s what it is all about, simple love, from beginning to end, so what about this, and is there anyone out there with conscience, or are you all just putting in time, planning the pension etc.
Imitation was the reason the prophets existed, the hope being, that we might imitate the right and do less of the wrong, too simple for most, but it’s true. What about baby children and the swell of experience and poor treatment being dished out to them across the world today, and everyday for years. My case is not exceptional but I studied the affects of behavior on the very young and had the experience and luxury of helping some young ones along, and saw the way they imitate those they deem close to them, from the age of dot, and after joining all the dots, broken marriages, single parenting,
Working mothers, child care, traffic congestion, bullying at work, media interference with daily living, distrust for intuitions we depended upon, collapse of global religions, and the tragic rise in porn, and the final nail in the coffin being, the cyber generation and the egotistical growth of the web, via facebook twitter, all of which are madly promoted by both Government and the financial markets, the devil does indeed exist, it’s almost if they, those of evil intent, deliberately and intelligently, set out to destroy and obliterate love from the planet, hoping we’d all give up and become addicted as well, my point being, one life lived well so far, triumphs and tragedies in equal share, how, without being elite, without rigorous and righteous support, can a young child grow up in a healthy environment, when all around there is an abundance of selfishness and the me mentality everywhere. America feels it’s more important that any other race on earth, no reasoning to it, but they belief it, sorry if I offend thee, but the change has to come from somewhere, this is not a Leonard cohen song or a neil young lament, it’s a dire warning to every single human being seeking hope and mercy to a certain extent, as to the why and why not’s about saving the human race, are we worth it, just like that stupid add on the TV, and please do not wheel out a vulnerable child to excuse all that’s being going on, I’m just a writer you see, my only goal is truth, it’s why I know Hollywood is dead their stuff is full of repeats, old stories fashioned in new cloth, will I go on though, is there any point in making a case to God and his divine, or should I give up on you all instead. Everywhere I look, bar very few places, i tend to exagerate, I see grounds for the ultimate divorce, I just wish some folks spoke up a little more and did more to keep it in place. Will I go on. This child thing really bothers me, it’s the reason I don’t have kids of my own, second hand love and second class citizens, it’s what the world has become, except in very exceptional places, so before I’m accused of not telling it true, I’m just making you aware of the causes, just some, that might cause us all to disappear, to heaven the few, to hell the support act, and I’m just telling this to you now, so what are we all going to do to rectify the world…amen..p.s. spread the light

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Man on the Run

Man on the run where are you going to stay,
There’s a bed over hear where you can lay
Man with a gun what are you doing
The children are waiting father gone away
Man on the run come home and lay

Man on the run you have to stop and listen
There’s hope over here nothing too damn hard
We all need a base something we can rely on
Man on the run pray you get there…
man on the run just ran in to there..a winebar!

read on…..

I’ve never seen you looking so lovely like I did

tonight..lady in bed… That tune, he’d heard

It so often these last two weeks. It was on the radio non

Stop, a christmas day promotion, sell sell, flowers,

for the Mistress, the wife, flowers for every occasion,

not forgetting the dead. Advertising works he lamented

as another cigarette slipped from the pack, straight to

his lips. I better do this right he thought, self

conscious, not yet drunk. I’d prefer to die cool than

stupid. Crisp whiff of a match, swishes to life and

light, his personal gas chamber is in operation, suck

for god sakes, did I do that right, was anyone looking.

sitting in the graveyard of humanity, a late night

bar among all the bores, toothless fairies, just bodies,

dazed or stunned, under some influence, most of them dead

lookers, but not him, he knew better.

Fancy a bottle of wine. He continued to whine away the

Moments. It has to get better than this, his moaning

Legendary. That’ll impress her, and make sure

You moan even more the moment she asks you to unhook her

Brassiere. Your only a thirty four double

Dee, I was expecting a thirty eight, to match my

Magnum down below. Oh fuck off harry, your not clint

Eastwood. He inhaled deeply, drawing smoke down into

His lungs, down into his stomach. If he wasn’t wearing

Pants, his ass would have looked like a car exhaust, so

Intense his determination. Be patient and what he

Thought. The way she was drinking, they’d own the

vineyard. Say nothing, say nothing, she was on her way

back from the loo. He quickly looked at his watch, only

ten minutes this time, she was getting better with

practice. And forget how to moan he reminded himself.

“that was quick!” he asked as she sat down. Oh, god, I

didn’t mean to say that. She looked at him oddly. He

intervened immediately.

“I ordered another bottle!” that’ll please her he

thought. Tactic’s he smiled to himself. He likes my

hair she smiles back.

Distract,

if she’s confused distract, buy her a present, a shopping

voucher preferably as nothing you’ll buy her will be

right. He read that once in the how to be romantic and

get away with it manual he bought in the harware store.

The music hummed away in the background, the waiter

Apperared, harry did his wine thing, insisting on

Smelling the cork again. I should have changed my panties

She thinks.

“this is the way you taste wine!” he insists, taking a

deep whiff of the bottle cork.

She looked at him, if that’s the way, that’s the way.

I hope she’s wearing clean panties too. All that perfume

And lipstick, three hours in the hair salon, a facial

Too, did you get the part, no she replied with a smile,

But he wants to see me at his place she sqeeks, with

Pigly delight. Women make great actresses.

The waiter did his waiting thing, dribbling a mouthful

Of the finest burgundy, what a waste, I could

Be serving them plonk they’d still be impressed thinks

The wally waiter, as he deftly

Dribbles a mouthful into the empty glass, then waiting

Again. Did you ever see anyone send it back. Wally waits

And smiles. So what do you do, I’m a waiter actually, i

all men do. Harry took the glass in his hand,

Whirling the red splash around and around in the glass,

Before taking it to his mouth. he didn’t swallow

immediately. Letting it rest on his palate, he tasted

The juice amid a gulp of smokey air. A cherry bouquet

With a woody taste, fine wine he decided before letting

It slide down into the depths of his stomach. Routine,

Even dogs need it.

“that’s fine!” he answered, nodding, as the waiter filled

two glasses half full.

“bon apetit!” smiles wally before departing the table.

“you know your wine!” she smiles, her glass already at

her mouth, the liquid in mid air, about to enter

hallowed ground below. Where do I come in her list he

thought, as he watched her empty the stuff into herself.

If she’d been a car, she was all six cylinders.

Go on he moaned, an hour of wine and worse later. She’d

Spent an hour going over and over the various health

And mental problems she’d come to terms with in her

Rather short life. ER is her favourite TV program by

The way.

She was only thirty four. All those issues, your some

Girl he tells her. Issues, such a neat word she uses,

Friendly sounding, unlike disease. But she was a head
On woman. The issues she insists, dealt with, faced up

to, overcome, issues she had to deal with alone, she

takes a gulp of wine, catching her breath at the same

time. Will ya stop, I’ve had enough of these issues,

he wants to scream, but it’s too soon for that.

issues her mother had had to deal, even her cousins,

inflicted with more inflictions than Christ

himself. And did you have medical insurance he asked

wryly, keeping a straight face.

She did as it happened have medical insurance, her father

Was a forward looking man, a lighthouse keeper.

She squirms like a thirteen year old in trouble, makes

Faces too. She needs potty training it seems.

Go on go on, and off she went, he waved to her as she

Turned into the toilet. We’re still together, that’s me,

I’m the one sitting here, yes, I’ve been bored before,

But never by such an attractive woman, yip he smiled,

His thoughts in no mans land. I’ll never do this

Again he sighed once she was safely in the door, another

near empty bottle of fine burgundy wine to be paid for.

I’ll get sick and leave. No no, if I mention sick,

she’ll have a story. Oh why

Do I do such things he moaned, tearing another cigarette

From the pack.

One minute your sitting there, your pals guarding

You from all intruders, safe in company that has no

Demands, just slurp and be happy. enter miss

Glamourous, just when your at your weakest, your ordering

A drink, right. One step nearer to Heaven minutes later

your all ears for her. You have loads in common. She

smokes too. She even laughs at your saddam jokes, the

dinner one gets her going so much, she insists on

hearing it again, powerful you think. the guys look

On, nudging each other from a distance, some call your

Name. but he never notices. You christen her Britney,

Young enough and chestfull, she wears the

regulatory Thong that is now as standard on women as

potatoes once were in the irish national diet before

macdonells moved in.

your from the cook islands and tonga you ask!, tonga

she replies, where is that. She doesn’t know her

geography as well as you do, you notice, cause when

She stoops down to pick up her lighter from off the floor

top rides up her back and bingo, you

See a familiar strip of cloth across her ass that has

No visible means of support. Why women want to let you

Know these things is beyond me, I’m a Y front specialist,

Medium fit, loose croth. But you can’t help looking. It

Gets better, where there is doubt, pour it out. Where

There is none, invent it. Man, bang, wallop, inspired

Or not, woman, miracle, christ, maybe women are

Environmentally sound after all. Wearing less cloth,

Means using less Washing up liquid. but they make up for

it with beer stains on the carpet, so you fuck all

thoughts of the Environment out of the conversation from

that moment on, along with geography lessons.

But you’ve been hooked, thonged along by your very

Thoughts and wonderous imagination.

Thongs, though, you love them, that seedy material, thin,

And the v patch to the front. She’s a babe.

Their leering continues, the guys hate to loose one of

Their own to the otherside preferring the sauna or a

Rough game of rugby. But you’re a martyr, you don’t mind

being the test pilot, not that you’re the first to fly

around her orbit. Women love attention, so do kids,

ask your neighbour. The moments linger on. Your her

Guinea pig. She looks you in the eye, you keep raising

Your head to meet her eye to eye. of course your not

interested in her chest, one day they’ll hang like

grannies. She mentions somewhere else, the nights young,

your okay though, you can still feel the Viagra tab in

your pocket, emergency supply. the lads will be pissed

With you, but your mothers advice whistles in your ear as

You make your way out the door passed them, those others,

You don’t even say goodbye, just winking, winking, not

Wanking. There such pricks she remarks once outside the

Door, those fella’s who were leering at us, us, them.

Those used to be my pals, they will be once I get you

Home and you make me breakfast. But

You agree with her, cause she’s worth it. on the street

You immediately get a dose of bronchitis once she

Mentions wine and the nearness of a local winebar. She

recommends a doctor to you, as you cross the street.

Her advice is working as your spluttering improves to a

whine. Wine, what does she need wine for. You’ve bought

Her enough vodka to dope a horse. Stepping inside the

Door, you light up, the place is half empty. She wont

Want to stay, she’ll want to leave, as she’s one of

those chicks who loves attention, she made six phone

calls in the bar inside half an hour and sent as many

text messages.

We will not be denied she smiles, if you say so, but I’m

Getting the ride. The table nearest the small dance floor

She chooses of course, you’d have taken the table nearest

The toilet.

but she’s worth it. it’s too late to go anywhere else.

“You know your wine” she sighs, as the waiter pours her

glass first, you having tasted it first, in order, the

cork, the bouquet, the finish, but you don’t

Explain. Greedily. Ha hah hahhh, she laughs at all your

jokes, as glass after glass fills, you listen. Fifteen

minutes later and two hours later, where is she now

You wonder, you pocket as light as your patience. Maybe

She’s doing herself up, maybe she’s hoping that you’ll

Take her home and beat the living shit out of her, maybe

She was flirting without intention, should be banned you

Reckon. The things your mother never tells you!, ma where

Did you meet father, can I forget she answers, never!.

Lets make it Childrens day, Everyday

The beginning the middle and the end, and it ain’t you, they are heaven they are angels they are smiles, no poet writes about them either no feedback from the source, they don’t read before the age of two, on hope they wait and they are patient, they are the children of the earth. Mothers have support children benefit the most, it’s wrote to you in this little note to remind you of that most famous of quotes, blessed are the children and blessed are those that spoke and blessed they are.
Born into love as it was once known, raised in a loving home, as it was hoped, till the western society turned them all into little consumers and into little dopes, as companies globally target their emotions first with the money then with the hope, now they act like little consumers can’t wait to get to the shops, while adults play with the emotions of life itself, children.
So what happened to the emotion known as love, how come we watered it so much,
I don’t really belong in this world, anyone with an excuse better speak up, it’s
not a case of my child it’s a case of what happens to the rest. Blank, I thought so it’s
not my fault, I’d no time, I’ve ..got a lot in my head but I’m so busy thinking of myself
That, I don’t have time for anything else

Why do so many women carry the burden alone.?

we grow with time to learn something while busy mothers struggle to pay bills, child grows up in the arms of strangers even circus animals get their thrills, and they get fed a good education as well, while all the time love weakens and weakens, you can’t be serious he said, so what happened to love, the pure emotive version not the Hollywood fraud and all the rest, where did it go somewhere else.

National rebellions economic strife years and years of legal theft, wars on the verge of commencement many more in motion, more planned and on the shelf, nothing is sicker than the ocean, that grows toxic by the day, water once clean crystal and clear only a dream or a bottle away, and the continued abuse of young children toddlers and babies as the abuse of women holds sway.

God is a farmer that I am sure, how do you think he’ll feel, it could be a woman as well by day how about two, but the love harvest is at an all time low and we’ve got to makeup, take another prozac bully your neighbour as well, since the kids arrived how can peace survive when I used to be the one, yeah, that’s it, the one, my life, my car, my career, my health, at least you can surf the web if still insecure.

God can’t come up with answers to the pleadings he hears every night, unless they come from the heart there is no light, no getting away either from the question he’s going to ask you, did you do for love and why is it so hard to hear you, your heart, God listens tired sometimes from all the excuses, he’s a father a mother too, but what’s going on for far too long, is going to bring a great change.

but it’s beginning at night from all the young hearts still right, that suffer by day and in quite, I’ve got to act he says, soon I think if I’m right, so what is your excuse for allowing the greatest emotion tether on the brink, while our so called leaders shrink from all their sworn duties, but then again don’t you love surprises, when is the last time you saw an elderly couple on the street, a loving look in their eyes, on TV most likely. But don’t worry about the state of tomorrow or the day after, this world is still evolving, let’s hope we stand together like they do when there is a great tragedy, let’s get smart and avoid the trauma, let’s make it Christmas day, everyday…

It’s a no brainer

Small hand and a big heart, love in abundance, where do you start, do you understand I ask, are you too engaged with yourself, do you know how you got here, well lets hear it from the start, you’re a child, and you’ve just entered the world, don’t worry about all the stuff you heard, while you waited inside, we all want to get on with it, it’s the beginning of a wonderful journey, it begins full of hope, sometimes it ends in tears. Well don’t worry about that and all those things you hear, life is a gift and it’s yours, your parents are there to protect you, it goes a bit like this, they feed you love and comfort, they help you to grow up, and this is where I have a few questions for all of you who bother to ask, do you think the world is a safe bet, for the youngest of us to adapt, or is your only interest the children you have to protect, wouldn’t it be safer for everyone if we all took a closer interest in the environment we allow children to grow up in, rather than the brands and fashion statements we make and create to outshine just about everyone, come now, do you think God will worry more about your Gucci shoes or the children you rear, now that’s a no brainer! Amen.
I think the only question that really matters is how God will remember you, and his opinion will be final. I like the questions posed.

God Listens You Know!

Hope love transparency justice fairness and revelation of truths, the message of lord Jesus Christ, righter of wrongs, revealer of truth, safeguard us from all that is evil in this world and destroy and lay waste the evil one and his supporters the world over, strong words strong winds but evil can never be allowed a foothold in the hearts and minds of the human soul. I from experience and my own errors understand the methods of this evil force, that has spread similar to a cancer across all worlds, so in my prayer, throw your protective shield around those who struggle to promote love and compassion throughout the world. Children the world over have been the target of this evil menace, and must be halted and destroyed at once. My heart has raged against this force most of my years, and to this day I am still in the middle of this battle, a battle we are winning with your merciful help. We are starved of resources sometimes, as this evil force targets those who wish and do your good deeds. In a world of such chaos it is hard sometimes to stand against this bad energy, but we are winning. The evil one is on the run, help us recognize it, stop it, and to destroy it, I offer this prayer in the name of the sacred one, lord Jesus Christ, as the prophets of old and now say, words and requests that come in his name from the loving heart, are heard in heaven above, in your mercy lord hear our prayer, amen.

pass it on and be wise!

Don’t Be Alarmed

Hang tough, Gandhi felt like ending it all, even Jesus got depressed sometime, your emotions are always changing, and when we feel down we think that’s it, because we are human, if you want to be inspired, read this, it might help.
when you wrote this story, or cry for help you didn’t expect much, all you wanted was hope, someone to listen, it’s all right to be down, i’ve a little friend too, he saved my life. but to
put it in short, when you woke this morning and wrote your letter, you never expected that i would reply or send you a reply, and neither did i. what does this mean, basically put, when we get up in the morning and work our day, we try to fix the outcome, we have a plan and we go from A to B to C, but along the way we encounter people, most of the time we dont even notice others, so what does this all mean, what’s the point in all this, it’s this, and it’s all so simple, teach your friends this lesson;
Change happens every day in every situation no matter what, and because we are so fixed in our own life, and our own personal interests, we have forgotten to notice what goes on in other lives been lived. so if you not with it today, imagine what is going on elsewhere, and think about all the changes that will come tomorrow. by the end of the week you’ll be shocked, i learned this through experience, i’ve been there too. Sometimes it’s good to buy a lottery ticket, just dont buy out the shop.

rgds etc…

a friend