The Great Flood

What’s great about a flood, every ancient and not so ancient generation, have experienced one, Solomon was being vague. You speak in riddles some say, he sighs, sometimes it easier than saying it straight, it’s less offensive for starters, but talk of floods, he experienced a few himself, and learned. The talk across the world was of the sexual disease that seemed to attack almost anyone with a semblance of power. A new story, another victim, another story, another and than another, to a point when it is all they can think of, sexual crimes. The last thing the world needed to hear, another victim, another big name hits the dirt, the press is foaming at the mouth, in newsrooms they glance at each other, what about bob, what about john, what about the 300,000,000 under tens with access to the adult web, the real flood they all ignored. It was simple math, the Spirit is a living heart, real living heart, and the young hearts carry the hope, they have soul, meanwhile, while the adults rage and tell their stories, this flood is ignored, as if it wasn’t happening. It is easy get distracted, and human nature was forgetful. 50 million die in the last great war, all of them victims, a flood of evil forgotten.

The demon and his ilk were glad to have the focus on the current imbalance, while the real flood continued unabated, as if there was nothing the could do about it. Solomon sighs, he wrote is a long time before, the simplest of solutions. Then a friend shows him the dark web as it it called, a zone off the main internet alley, where security allows anything to be traded, and it’s all legal, someone was fooling an awful lot of people. Say the prayer he sighed, it usually worked to halt the evil threat.

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Can’t Afford it !

We can’t take him in, she was adamant. James comes home with an elderly man, he’s ragged in appearance, has done it once before. Jane is not sympathetic, she looks the old man over, wonders where they would be safe, where the locks of the inside door are. Her eyes rise up to meet James full on, what are you doing to me, we can’t afford this.

If you let me stay I’ll clean the place, Jack is not impressed by the token words, well meant, but Tony can’t look after himself, he’s got the ageing disease, and friends are few, why me wonders Jack, as he heads for the kitchen, coffee on his mind for his elderly friend, and hopefully some peace of mind for himself.

She screams at the boy, alcohol moves the emotions, he cowers, the five year old, covers his head, is worried about a blow he might receive. The friends look away, it’s a party after all, besides the child should be in bed, but the music woke him, so he comes down, weary eyed, and worried, Mammy didn’t want her possible new boyfriend to see him.

Witness, witness, put a line through it and forget you saw it. The report is another call to the arms, the youth of the district are being assaulted in every way there is. The local dealer has a hold with the police that

Edgar hoover would have been proud of. The pay off will be a few days peace, if they ever decide to act on the intelligence anyway.

Witness, witness, did the birds know something we didn’t. Solomon recalled the dream, he was above the bed, looking down, he see’s a shell break open and then a body emerge, are we all birds, are we born again. A wry smile, he’d experienced that already, amen. Can’t afford to know the truth, you can say that again.

Sacrifice

Silent is the land

via Silent is the land~by Tom Owen — OUR POETRY CORNER

Rewarding Hate

The details are gross, the readers are in the millions, the details are worse than a bad day in a slaughter house. Fixated the readers are spell bound, did they really do that, the small details thrill the most, the writer gets an award for encouraging hate. Solomon recalled the times, when there were elders, wise men in every community, wise women too, (do i here the sexist complaint). In times of distress, the wise elders were the first source of comfort. The matter is discussed, the complainants make their case, the well being of the community comes first, ears do not need to hear the details. Why fill the heads with all sorts of strange thoughts, same reason they used to try and shield young children and others from pornography, it wasn’t deemed good for a healthy society. Are you joking they say in their heads, this stuff is ancient, get to the modern world dude, wake up, what’s wrong with rewarding hate.

The bias we pass on, the activities we encourage by giving them Ink, the ideas we plant into the head, same as the daft environmentalists, when the river is poisoned they suddenly decide to act.  Solomon prayed for revelation, and help from the world above. He encountered Holy Spirit, encountered the enemies to love as well, there was a need for a worthwhile prayer, a basic set of words that would help all

that was good, so he thought about it for awhile. One thought could turn those who deceive and those who encourage evil into babbling fools, a good idea, imagine if it works. everyday since he listened, the real intentions of many are made known, and it is growing, so much for those who reward hate.

The Habit

No. damn it, the hobbit you mean, no he says, the habit, where do they come from? You are sounding old dada, I am old he replies, I’m passing on wisdom. He rattles his dentures, sighs. Trying to impart wisdom is like trying to extract teeth with a hammer, a lot of blood and nothing worth remembering just pain. He reaches for the glass, his throat is dry, the nurse is being patient, but can’t stay too long. She has others to see. The habit damn you, that’s what all of you are passing on. She ignores him, changes the sheets while he mutters on.

Harvey, Donald, and the entire bunch, men and women, selfies, facebook, our desire for violence

, it turns them on, the damaging habits we pass on. Jesus warned them, forgive and you can stop it all, why not give it a try, amen.

Looking for Love…..

Doing the groove this is normal they assume, he wiggles and twirls in front of the screen, the way we learn is not the issue, we all learn the same way, example if you are young, the TV remote is on the wrestling channel, the others are in the room, the absence of a father figure forces the emotions, imitates the nearest close relation i suppose, what if, it’s a big question, if you are trying to fill that loving gap. Fundamentalists fill the details in with their version of events, some of them are bible experts they do everything by the book. Stop, halt, hold on, there is something very wrong in all of this. Ask the question no one wants an answer to, at the least it will challenge the collective conscience, even if they try and bury the truth, it all comes out anyway, the example we were subjected to, when we were very young.

The bells ring, the pleasantries begin, stares across the aisle, who is in attendance, who has not come along. Why were you not in attendance Mike, the allegations are kept quite, it’s like a secret meeting of a secret cult, your programmed, the job pays well and the children have great schools, the medical is free and the university position is secure, programmed has many different forms, and the cult is seriously successful, who can complain with that.

A journalist, Daphne Caruana Galizia dies in a bomb blast, trying to expose the off shore criminals, who are stealing from the poorest themselves, the resources they stole were to be used to restore, the health services so badly needed by the rest. Well done gentlemen for removing a voice of Love, imagine the consequences in a time of great coincidences, when there is news from the world above.

The preacher brushes his teeth, he fleeces them to be exact, washes his face puts on a smile, he is getting ready to set them alight. The audience is select, only the movers and shakers, decision makers, with their help, they can seize whatever they like.

“Jesus says this to you this morning!”, he begins his long rant, the audience begin to take notes, there job security depends on all this. He begins to read from the old scriptures, choosing to ignore the bigger meaning, he is using old worlds to target the world, there is an agenda, if they are not fundamental, then they are not like us.

Solomon heard it all, be it North Korea, Washington select interests, or a cult, they existed, extremists, who pretended to be like us. as for using the ancient writings, Solomon was reminding them, the extremists. Noah, Moses, the holy prophets and what was it they wrote, extremists never work it out, there is no love in that. wasn’t that the story of the good S

amaritan?.