The Voice

Her ears shifted up, it was the voice, there was a rhyme in her heart, it wasn’t that she listened to pure rhythm, it was the way her heart reacted, there was an ease in her stride, even if she walked in the dark, she couldn’t see, so she learned to feel emotionally, the senses. Her eyes had never been cast upon envy as the eyes do normally see, they did not see the love that was on parade, it wasn’t that she wasn’t feeling inside, it was the way she expressed herself, the gentle sigh, the call of a bird in the trees, love is never threatening, just brings along a case of sensuous anxiety sometimes, so it was to the voice she was tuned, it was how she dealt with the difficulty of sight, having eyes and being unable to see, being blind while being able to see.

Solomon was remarking on the reaction of a fried, the widening smile, and how easy it was to ad a little sparkle to any life, how the lack of threat was freedom to many, just being able to be oneself, true. There are words we want to put on situations, sometimes we can’t find them, our emotional baggage is too heavy, other times we are afraid to utter them, afraid of the reaction and how it could change something. In the cafe he heard her voice, it wasn’t the conversation, it was the way she blended her smile and words with that voice, amen. It was music for the heart, that voice.

Being Responsible

We didn’t pollute the air, we didn’t spoil the oceans, we didn’t start wars, we didn’t cause anything, damn it Donald, what do you take responsibility for, Donald runs his hand threw his mop, still there he sighs, will look good

at the invitation dinner tonight. First impressions make a difference. From the top of the building there is not a chance of a flood, from the size of the army there is no threat, from the size of the 20 trillion overdraft, he chuckles at that one. No, we are not responsible for the polluted world, look, why worry, if we are cute we’ll blame the citizens of china, look at Russia he says, damn it, this is going to cost too much, can’t we talk about something else. The all present God, the consciousness of many, the voices of those is trouble, from the sewer that was created, are all wondering, when will Donald become responsible. Mother Nature cries out, the Almighty Father hears it, hears all of her petitions. Solomon sighed, we all have to be part of the clean up.

Storms turned around, weather, the chance to put things write, right, write. Did the people realize the potential of words. Solomon encountered it, and wondered why, it had not been made clearer. As the prophets of old did, we could all petition the divine True God, all we had to do was make the effort. Compassion, understanding, these were not price tags, money after all was printed with a machine, clean water, well, that was a different matter, just being responsible.

The Little Man

It’s my day, he wakes with a rush, lies in his cot, just wonders, the little tot. It’s going to be great, he knows the routine, he’s going to get a choice, he already knows it, and he just smiles from the heart, then the door opens, and there his mother stands, arms open, her eyes wide with wonder, his eyes fling wide, pick me up look in his eyes. She laughs, come on you, she carries him to the kitchen, puts the child, in his seat, puts the kettle on. The worry is over, the demon is gone. She’s found the help she needed, made the step, went across to the other side, met others who were afraid like her, and since that day, her life has been a turnaround. The escape plan of the emotional kind, is now time she can save to spend with her child, the little man. he’s seen what not ought to have been witnessed by a child, but she has forgiven herself, and her little man feels it too. The dark energy is gone, remain in the zone, and don’t go back. It’s her mantra. Every time she looks at him, all she feels is love, it used to be despair, for what she put her child through, those demons she met along the way.

Solomon was reading a story, how addiction is overcome, and the results, the new heart, that resulted. We all win when those in need get the help. Why didn’t they get to rehab sooner retorts the noisy neighbor, why do we get into trouble sighed Solomon. Maybe to remind us, that we are never alone. Solomon encountered Holy Spirit, and each time he asked for the help, it just arrived, and he didn’t have to imagine it. Amen

The YO YO Affect

It’s called the YO YO affect, you make an unpopular decision, and they simply cut you off. Elderly man with children, meets really interesting younger woman, his wife is deceased and he has a generous estate. She’s after his money, Dad is a fool, when really they are saying, she’s after our money, so them seem to think. If he marries her, where does that put it. The children gang up on the father, Solomon called it the yo yo affect. In politics it’s no different, you make a decision based on moral grounds, and the party turns against you, it’s no different till you repent and change your mind. When the all powerful are threatened, they are no different, and probably an awful lot more sinister. How many good men and women had been prematurely retired only God knows, but the tracking of the assassinations of Mr Kennedy, Martin Luther King, Robert Kennedy and streams of others, across the world, removed from the world, because they threatened the all powerful, would lead one to conclude, that this sinister body of the all powerful, felt as if they could just about get away with anything, including the funding, and ending of wars.  Solomon imagined there was not a single true believer among them, but many millions beholden to them, because of the yo yo affect. Having had a visit from the Holy Spirit, wasn’t it time to remind these titans of their heavenly “duties” amen. If many felt powerless before, they would never feel powerless again. The signs were all over the place, David was going to topple Goliath again.

What Am I Looking At!

Implants in the rear end, who wants to look at it, that’s where the other stuff comes out, who are you trying to offend, have you lost your marbles entirely, do you realize how stupid it has become, encouraging the young to view from the rear, when it’s the heart that means everything. Bend over and twist, it’s as if we are appraising racehorses at an auction, well it’s for sale is

what it’s saying, good enough, well label it honestly them, stop trying to confuse the world, after all, what am i looking at, amen.

Solomon sighed, if there was problems in the world, there are other places i should be looking for the answer. What did the almighty think of it, gifts, it all adds up, amen.

Moses Blues Part Two

Society has created a series of loopholes and excuses and future excuses to justify all that is unwell with the rearing of children, it’s the facts, sorry to offend thee. We are more interested in what other nations are doing, always pointing the finger, it would be worse if they lived over there, that’s the same as telling the child in the bad neighbourhood he’d have more comfort living in Beverly Hills. The madness of it all will bring about the downfall of society, as God Most High has warned, and if you are a suffering child, an enslaved woman, a hungry mother with children to feed, a father without work, a truth chaser, it wont happen soon enough. This is the reality of the times we live in, all is changing, and it’s happening faster than anyone could have imagined. Real change that is meaningful only happens from the top down, even if the pressure from the bottom is what forces the volcanic change required. Laugh if you want, the world won’t change because of one mans ideas, well, the world was created simply, can be extinguished as simply too, no pun intended, just trying to be persuasive as regards the power within us all, the first step of a child, the first time a lawyer tells the entire story, the first time a man is honest with his wife, there is always a first time. When you lie on the bed and it’s near the end, you’ll have so many thoughts you’ll never share and wished you did. Is it possible to shut off the flow of love, it seems it is for many, maybe we should try a little harder, amen.

Dealers Delight

The hawks of war lighten up, they are using our armaments again, more profit they smile, as the blood of their efforts fall on defenseless children, while they hide behind protected  walls, immune from the harm they cause. Solomon sighed, he had a visit from above, they are all being marked, their poison scheme advisers

as well, poor judgement, putting so much harm in peoples way, they didn’t understand, well, that was the excuse they were going to use, amen.