if you were God..any ideas..

Many folks said to me overtime, that I would make a good preacher, perhaps, when I saw the number of wars being fought over religions, the political groupings that formed out of religions, and the way religious leaders rarely follow the teachings of a loving God, and how most of them forgot the simple notion of loving, I made a decision to inform using words, without bias for religion in particular even if I’m catholic by birth, and Christian in heart.

I had the dream many years ago, and it all came through, I’ve been an outlaw all those years, but in the dream I was told that I would never be hungry if I was filled with the hunger for God, and acted accordingly. I have tried to do it as best I can, and I can say with certainty, every dream came through, as far as I wanted it. I was even advised to set up my own religion, it’d make you rich they said, that killed that idea.

Choices are an everyday experience, and I had more than most. I know that the one thing that is killing us, is the environment into which we are bringing children. Mothers privately are resigned to the world being dangerous for children no matter how rich. Children are taking their own lives in record numbers throughout the globe. If fifty children are killed tonight in any of the war zones, they’ll be forgotten by the next day or two. If the same children were killed in New York City, there would be a call for war or revenge somewhere. It’s property, all about location.

Be like children is the best advise you’ll ever get. Children don’t become bigots, they are trained to become bigots. Children are love seeking, friend seeking. If allowed to grow up in a world that affords them time and heaps of encouragement, they do just fine. How many relationships fall apart because one partner doesn’t have the time to put into it, most of them. Why would relationships with children be any different…no time to put in, no INN to put in time…

 

Finally, before you line out more cocaine, take out your favorite porno movie, a third of all internet searching is for porn sadly, maybe your into alcohol, most of you are into pills of some kind, perhaps your doing it all, one piece of advice. If you were God, and you had complete control over all things, but you had to abide by your promises, and the day of judgment was around the corner, as it seems to be. Who would you take into your company, or what would you take into your company when the final whistle blew. Any ideas!.

Tempting Fate

Clouds speak, it’s happening, stars move, places shine brightly, others in the dark, the secret is out, God responds, acts of the heart, nothing else check mate. Dubious prayers from cold hearts, last minute requests, sounds serious, the eleventh hour, were long past that, it’s the harvest of souls, politicians babble,  among the rot, anything I can do, can you hear, tempters enquire further, evil worshippers everywhere, looking for the cure, the plague of the light, plague you can’t be serious, night follows day, truth was kept in the dark, then came the light, woke the souls of the living, world suddenly came right. Screams of horror, not noticed the change, have you not seen, the tender side of the news, the new pope even, a mixture of Che and JFK, the rapid advances in Dubai, the Chinese dragon’s rise, collapse of the monetary system worldwide, the assault on the tax shelters, attempts to create nuclear war, and the concern about children worldwide.

Sexual imagery plays all day, on the mind of the young, so does violence, remember that school shooting, the avalanche of counseling services provided, total shambolic attitude not changed a thing, bull doesn’t work, fools nobody wise, might score brownie points, with the dullards and the mind, nobody creates no concern, ask the internet vice kings, could have been prevented, too much money invested therein, those gambling channels they advertise night and day, more honesty in a crack dealer, more love in an honest whore, there was a politician once, no surprises there, like that Afghani opium crop they are always screaming about, could have bought the lot for a song, still could to this day, same with cocaine, too much interest in keeping the problem global, excuse to meet up for everyone, as simple as that, heaven is simple as well. Actions of heart so rare, there will be loads of room as they say, in the fathers house come the day, you have heard the truth, I’m sure being human, be all forgotten by the end of a day. Cynical you might say, ask the billion porn users, and how great they love, might keep them busy under the sheets, but that’s about all. want to improve the world, start with yourself, begin to love really, put ego aside don’t be too late, yesterday would have been a start, today a day too late, but never too late to try, never too late to tempt fate.

New Horror

A week goes by the horror of the torture of young minds forgotten, just another left over, but we’ll get back to that if the horror next door doesn’t work out, well we can’t make a movie that will show us up for all the kids we mutlilate, even if it’s the truth and full blown, that’s suicide for us they say, what chance truth in a world so clearly corrupt and abusive, well let’s not go into that the dow jones is reaching record highs, we’ll continue to focus on that, even if the accountant and laywer behind so many of these firms have been caught telling lies, bit like the story of Lord Jesus and the abuse he had to endure, it wasn’t one of us they cry, trying to blame their neighbor instead like all those Mexican lies, whose coke was it anyway. Do you ever wonder why they never drug test TV anchors, news people, populations or international news media people or those in the fashion houses when all the world is aware of the deception and lies that goes on therein, well don’t have to wonder anymore. For 2% of the cost of policing the problem they could buy up all the heroin in Afghanistan, well there are no jobs in doing that, now is there, as for the young men and women whose blood they spill in the sand, there’s plenty more to replace them, do things change quickly get that off the news they scream, I hope your beginning to understand…give her the company flag a pension and letter from the president, she’ll feel like we care and stuff then it’s out of our hands, and they think it’s good enough to treat people that way, dying in the sand is not a fake tan, well not anymore I can say with confidence. Boston forgotten almost, another horror grabs the nation, TV networks around the world descend on the dire situation, how much can we get out of this the editor asks, don’t worry we’ll invent something else.

 

Menace WITHIN

WHAT DO YOU THINK, THE THOUGHTS IN YOUR HEAD, HOW DO YOU THINK WE ORGANIZE IT, DO YOU NOT REALIZE WHAT YOU CAN DO. THE VERY THOUGHTS IN YOUR HEAD ARE THE ONES THAT ARE DOING US IN, IF YOU LOVE INSIDE IT COMES POURING OUT, IF YOUR MEAN AND LOUSY YOU ACT THAT WAY INSTEAD, IT’S WHAT YOU HAVE INSIDE YOU, NOT THE IMAGE YOU LIKE TO PORTRAY, IT’S WHY WE NEED TO WISE UP, IT’S NEVER TO LATE TO PRAY…BY THAT I MEAN, ACT AS YOU THINK, AND THAT’S WHAT HAS THE WORLD IN A SINK HOLE..THE MENACE WITHIN..

A child is born and it’s not looking good, love kicks in a medical team is assembled, every effort is made to get the little one working, doctors try everything. In a small chapel a father prays out, explains the situation to the lord, give the little one life he asks, lord listens closely to the prayer. We’ve got a beat they shout, tears fill all their eyes, ten minutes later a mothers heart rejoices as she holds her little boy. They always pick on the vulnerable when it comes to dealing with change, how many times have you experienced this, how many refugees are there around. From the Mexican border to the killing fields of Iraq, politicians and international governments argue and argue while the women and children take flight, if there is no safe haven for love in the world, what is it all about.

Does he have insurance asks the nurse, who used to work in theatre, now she works in admin and is seen as one of the leaders, no he replies with that worried look that only the poor can’t fake, was he in the army or such cause we cover veterans and thus, have you a home a car or some jewels you can sell or friends who can help, again he nods the answer is wrong, you’d better take him home instead. Wheeled out the door the old man is helped into a car, the pain in his gut is intense but he has a gun at home.

 

Judgement day is not far away, hearts are calling out from all directions, spinning kind tales don’t change anything it actually makes things worse, how will you fare when the story of your life is laid bare, and there is no one to defend or argue mercy for your soul, will you be able to roll off the tongue the loving things you have done, or will you stand mute and stupid before the lord, hoping against hope that everything will be okay, is an accident waiting to happen, but it’s never too late to show some support for true love, and all that is endearing so we are never forgotten

 

TV anchor is close to tears as he tells the story of  misery, nation cries out politicians throng the airways, the truth will come out cause all they do is fight, blame game ensues news media too all involved in the dirty war, oblivious to hardened truth from abroad, that’s the way we do it shouts the pentagon throughout, next day story is the same the cast is different someone else to blame, and it goes on and on and on like a circular saw, cutting down anyone that says stop, too much money in reporting stuff that tomorrow will not count, not so in heaven as the angels can testify, it’s written in the books it’s written in the sky, but we can get a news camera up there, no point in reporting such stuff when we know we are all to blame, and so the story goes, the revolving door once more, clicks of groups all tearing limbs apart, just to get there son or daughter on the ladder to the top, well stop, cause if you isn’t creating love your creating hate all around you, or opportunities for the evil doer to wield his menace and his thought.