Understanding Compassion

You can’t look at me that way, you can’t come into the house and treat me like a slave, where did you learn such things. Another scene, they enter the club, the girls are toe rags, flash the cash, do what you like, you can get to humiliate them, they are so high, what does it matter, another man’s daughter. The thought never hits you, just legs and a bush, and time to get excited, someones daughter, what planet are you on.

He twists in the bed, the thoughts run around his head, getting older, he can sense the future, what if, the big question on the minds of many, is their really a Messiah and a God, he is soaked in sweat, what the blazes are you thinking Roy, this is insane he says, talking himself through his personal nightmare. Who can say no to God, well, many have said no to good, he twists in the bed. They sleep in separate beds, have been a long time. I loved her then, then, well, I do love her now, he is not sure, what was he hiding from all his life. She loved him anyway, and if he wasn’t busy in the passion department he was always a great father. She never told him, she realized his quirky ways, fell in love with them, the sexual world was never her thrill, she was always a mother in the making, and compassion is her way, way she treats the world.

Solomon wondered how many folks were having the what if moment, the signs were all pointing up, and the old guard were being swept aside, a new understanding was gaining a hold, and the plans of the extremists were about to implode. A man in power wore all the faults of the human race, went through the entire fault spectrum, warts and all, and the opposition hadn’t laid a punch on him, seemed as if he was holding up the proverbial mirror. Solomon smiled, who could have wrote the script, a pope from the edge of the world, Islamic leaders driving change, and a very open society in the Irish republic, a far cry from the closed days of doom and gloom that used to be preached, and the women who left many shores in order to find freedom.

Understanding Compassion was a topic on the minds of many. The light of divine intervention was making it clear; we are tenants in someone else’s vineyard.

Advertisements

Troubled Man

It’s not easy to cope with it, the stuff that you are exposed to, the tired mind and the stuff that has been fed into it, and the experts and what they have been doing about it, the troubled man is young, he has seen so much, puts it into his sounds, rousing the Spirit, hoping to hit those who caused the mess, remind them of the disaster they have visited on the world, one day they will listen and sit up, he gets his guitar, gives it a rip, the noise screeches, the sound of a child crying out, a troubled man, who came up with this, where were all the experts, asleep.

Solomon was imagining what it was like, your young, too young, the stuff you see, it can’t be human, what strangers came up with this stuff, a question a lot of people want to ask, and what are they going to do about it. They call about the environment, the ice melts, the polar bear screams, the roar, what are you doing to my world, calls out to his creator, same as the one who made life possible, the vineyard tenants have been asleep, chances are things are going to change, raise the Spirit and become part of it.

 

It is time to shake the cobwebs, and to stop putting the head in the sand, ignorance or fantasy is not going to sort this, clean water, what, and you are worried about putting on a little weight, get real, who wants to worry about fitting into a coffin anyway.

Amo Tends to excite, and dreams can be used to unite…

Amo, what does the word mean, it’s small, it’s Latin, it’s Greek, the old man is trying to explain the importance of a name. Where do these names come from, why are you called John, Jack, James, something to do with your past, suppose it has something to do with your roots, maybe it’s the message of Jesus, the stuff you pass on, maybe names are both a blessing, a warning, maybe a reminder, the habits you don’t want to pass on. The old man sits in the bed, he is trying to pass on wisdom, the hours are getting less and his time has come, there is much he wants to say, but they seem to put thoughts in cages and then they forget, the moans in their faces, he wants to shout, shake them up, this is only passing time, and there is something greater waiting for you, depends on your heart and the state of your soul. No amount of money can do this for you, it involves personal reflection, and that is sometimes difficult. Perhaps others make mistakes to help us along, in case we think we ever get it right.

 

The desperation he feels, they are going to mourn me soon don’t they realize it will be the other way around, what a surprise awaits them. He flashes the eyes, gets their attention, the lack of faith of those who claim to possess it, so darn frustrating, little wonder Jesus gave out to the apostles, they acted as if they were in charge, did they listen at all.

 

Amo, the first word in the L

atin dictionary, Love, wow, we got it they sigh.

Be Inspired Says Amo

Whats that Eamo, (Amo), the old man mutters a few choice words, will they ever shut up, rubbish he sighs, he has seen more than all the rest, with open eyes and a forgiving heart, has no  time for the narrow minded, found them a great pain, lousers, they would depress a flower, be inspired and share a little lightness, you will all be pleasantly surprised.  In the corner of the room, he hears the sighs, can read their minds, finds peace when in contact with true spirit, which he does most of the time.

Memories, what, he is tired of all the talk, would they ever talk about what they are going to do, he has heard it all, seen the impossible, has had his prayers answered so often, why the hushed tones, had they not learned a thing or two, he even recognizes the perfume they wear, all is known to the Lord, amen.

Solomon sighed, Amo had gone ahead of him, was preparing the way, leveling the field, uprooting the weeds, turning it all on it’s head, cause Amo didn’t sit their and dwell, he had a plan, and it was everyday, yes, everyday, the gift of life, he knew it from the beginning.

As for music, at least enjoy what your listening to he says, singing is free damn you, give it a try, they look at him in the bed, was he talking to us, of course I was he said, and you’ll be hearing from me, long after I’m gone, wait and see, then Amo put his eyes down, decided he needed a vacation, the rest is history. Amo’s play list includes…

The Wise man and The Fool

I’ll get away with this, his lawyers are working full time, they want permission to demolish the ancient site, it’s such a breathtaking view, perfect place for a Golf Course. Determined to have his way, spoiled since birth, has got used to what he wants, curries favor, never a problem, gets to understand the needs or lacking in the lives that make decisions, how easily they can be swayed, is known to go the ultimate, has done it more than once.

The Holy Place, a space where the holy souls meet, has long been known for it’s healing qualities, but as faith has suffered over the years, and with jobs no longer freely available, many who lived locally have had to move away, leaving the space undefended, as the lobby for the developer knows. After many refusals and a change of Government, the developer gets his way. Press conference later, his lackies and the lawyer, tell the news people of all the jobs they are going to create, the prosperity it will all bring. The old man who fought tooth and nail to stop the move, his heart broken, grows ill and dies. Immediately he gets a full home welcome, is given a choice of places to live in peace and prosperity, anywhere on earth, and so his legend grows and grows.

The rich fool, continues on his remarkable rise, builds and develops as he pleases, progress he calls it, has the usual suspects working for him, knows they will do as told, uses chemicals to keep him going, five star health service, has plans to develop the entire universe, wants to master it all, is on his way. Wives come and go, he changes them the same way an average person changes his car. Admired for one reason only, does the PR circuit, builds a library or two, good publicity too, everything is on the up. While discussing the next great development, the lawyer drops the daily on the table, interesting news he says, would you believe it, some people still believe in God, the article is about a sighting in the

sky, a picture from the book of revelations. The developer shrugs, probably photo shopped he says, turning away, but his mind is drawn in, could not be true, hears the warning the old man gave him, that fateful day, all those years ago, you know you will have to answer for it, he dismissed it of course, an old Indian legend, who believes in such shit, angry old man, wait and see, next thing you will be telling me, that God really exists, hahaha.

That night, the developer gets a heart attack and dies, his soul transported to the ugliest city on the planet, he is a child born again, living in a slum he created, knows he will be there for the rest of his life and every life thereafter, a reminder of what he has done awaits him. begging by the side of the street, a tourist passes by on a bus, he recognizes a face, it can’t be, it can’t, the old man he chastised all those years ago. Then he realizes it, the revelation, he is having a Lazarus moment, what a fool he sighs. He will spend the rest of his time sitting in the dust, eternity, and there is nothing he can do, unless…

Solomon sighed, he said goodbye to an very cherished friend, about to set off on a new journey, they both smiled, there was ease in both hearts, no doubts, it was all good, how many of us can say that, Heaven is real, and the Kingdom of God is inside you, it’s how you treat people and respect for God, not too hard to do, just imagine it, amen.

Children of a Lesser God…

Not the movie, great as it is, an old movie and probably more than worthy of a remake, whatever, no no no, the feelings inside so many, they ravage the rubbish dumps, walking on everyday bacteria, just to feed themselves, no, not by choice, because that’s the way it is, same as those toxic ships, that sail far far away, carrying first world thrash that is so dangerous, they fear dumping it anywhere near them, so they travel to those places, where tyranny and dictators live, before opening the hold, and dropping their cargo, into the once fertile sea, that provided life to so many, a sea with no boundaries no matter where you live. The children get sick, the mothers decide to move, they make treacherous journeys, some by sea some by land, where they face even more starker dangers, little wonder so many feel like Children of a Lesser God. Yes, the cry for mercy is loud, and the voices are being heard, and there are many changes afoot, it’s having the divine effect, opening the hearts of the righteous further, and sending fear into the minds of those who cause great harm, cause we are not children of a lesser God.

Solomon sighed, why bother chasing ambulances when you can write change instead. Inside us, there is this power he sighed, you just have to believe, amen.

Toxic Waste

Toxic man. nothing worth stealing what do you imagine he, they will do, she raises her nose, it’s out from her face. pointy, as pointy as her narrow mind, they will steal from us, what else do they want she says, he sniggers, a swingers club, both high on speed and coke, he reaches over the bench, it’s a shared situation, you empty into one, then into someone else, satisfaction and thrill, the elite thrill, well it costs a bundle to get in, you have to be seriously perverse, she is a socialite, he’s an aspiring politician, used to be with the clan, till he founded his own hard line group.  Quentin Tarantino, with real life without the flash of the pyrotechnics and the over hype, good old swing time, no talk of global warming, no immigrant nations, no internet, a lot of closed countries, cruel dictatorships and plots, assassinations, eighties america, God a thought, religious groups with control, talks of wars, the right wingers, and the threat from the liberals, toxic waste, dangerous, damn it, they even hate war, have they no idea how to protect the nation, he rages on, his ear against hers, he is carrying on with another socialite, passing on his hatred, some guy.

Don’t you believe in Jesus she says, all giggling, high as a trapeze artist. he reaches and snorts, not unless he has money he laughs and is american. They both break into a furious bout of laughter, I never heard that before she says, her eyes are pins.

Thirty years later, he is a respected politician, well, he bought opinion and reputation, and sided with those who were defenders of the nation, so called. Meanwhile, The heavenly power they assumed never existed, it’s been awhile, is being felt in many places, toxic waste disposal unit, he finds himself in jail, his friends are getting seriously nervous too, they are supposed to, he sold out everyone he knows….

Remove them sighed Solomon and replace them with righteous leaders, amen.