Saturday Night Fever

Just keep me busy, i don’t want to think about it, in her head, once she throws her arms around another human, she’ll forget herself, maybe find love, is that asking too much. She stands before the mirror, notices the magazine headline, she reads while sitting on the loo, 100 ways to feel more confident, written by a successful woman, who led a so called perfect life, her smile is perfect.

Her eyes are sad, but she thinks of a happy event, suddenly she spots a smile, her grin widens for a few moments, she just needs reminding.  She doesn’t want to be exploited, she’s had enough of the advice experts, but she’s afraid she’ll miss something if she doesn’t buy it. The cell rings, the taxi is outside, she grabs her purse, one look at the mirror, she’s gone. The journey is a drama, the streets pass by, her gaze follows them, her head is pointed out of the window, were here the driver says. She puts on a smile, hands over the fare, keep it she replies to the extra. Her friends are inside, two vodka’s and she’ll  be fine, Saturday night fever time. the music is live, it feels different, hasn’t heard live in a while, the crowd is different, they seem to be listening, they don’t hit on her, they are actually dancing too, her heart begins to flutter, she hasn’t felt like this is in a while. would you like to dance her friend says. they bob and jive, the energy flows, the alcohol is secondary, she is having a good time. three  hours later she is heading, Saturday night fever, she feels good for once, goes home with a head on her shoulders, not with a human fever, what the difference a prayer makes.

Solomon encountered Holy Spirit, it is amazing what God can do, just belie

ve it, amen.

The Holy Spirit

Imagine it, you can say what you like about Jesus, and be forgiven, just imagine it, well it’s written, imagine it, you can’t say anything about the Holy Spirit, that offends God, just imagine it, well it’s written, the border that can’t be crossed, even the demon knows it, amen, just imagine it. Imagine it, the Spirit comes from God, just imagine it, the creator of the universe, Solomon didn’t have to imagine it, now imagine that, so imagine the prayers of the ancient prophets, and the modern day efforts to taint love, and resting places of Holy Spirit. As said all those years ago, the Helper arrives, it had, there was no need to imagine it, 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.

Domestic Bliss

She runs to the shelter, there is no space, she goes home again gets her faced pushed in, no resources available to tend to her needs, while 25 trillion rests off shore, the story goes on, the children witness the slaughter, their minds forever spoiled, this is love the little boy thinks, does the same when the passions run dry, many years later it’s repeated. Solomon was asking, the emotional words that pour out, the tears in the eyes, the TV cameras and the lies, a tissue, a wipe and they are forgotten, till the next opportunity arrives. The shelter cost so little to run, volunteers mostly, and help from the government, well, when families break up the economy thrives, why put an end to such a thing, it will cost us jobs as well. Solomon sighed, they could have purchased the opium crop in afghanistan for a tiny fraction of the security budget allocated, cost jobs there too if they ever did something about it. Send them a message dear Father. Solomon read the warnings, the time was now, put an end to the extremists and let families live again.

Meanwhile, so many talent given souls fill the off shore hideaway with their spoils, while the small child cowers in the corner, his little hands over his eyes, while Dad beats mammy to a pulp, what a legacy to leave given the talent freely received, 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.

The Lost Princess

It’s a beautiful day, the days events point that way, everyone is dressed to the nines, and that means there is going to be a party, a celebration. She peers out the window, there is an emptiness inside, the heart cannot lie no matter how much we pretend, the distractions of wealth and fame can’t fill the void inside. She appears beautiful, she is, but feels dirty inside, the heart has not been nourished for a long time. You will get over it her father says, everyone does. In an hour, her father will be with his mistress, and in the space of an hour will get his immediate thrills, forget about it, till the next fix is required.

Solomon sighed, they use, they abuse, they provide all sorts of poisons, it’s the way, or the way they have been

conditioned to think. The males just find the fix easier, the vulnerable young women they meet, and others they think they can use. Solomon called them demons. How the princess would swap it all for inner happiness, but wasn’t that the message of Jesus, there is another way. He was mocked regularly for stating his faith, for stating that Love was the way to the Father. But Jesus said the very same, he was in good company. The night he was visited by Holy Spirit changed the world, it was the proverbial landline to God, stay in the zone and be amazed, he is every single day, amen.

The Chef

A walk to the market, sizing the veggies, she feels them, feel  ok, drops them in the bag, a short walk, health and well being on her mind, she feeds people, wants to make them feel well, it’s a struggle sometimes, but she perseveres. The half hour over the boiling pot, the regular twist of the spoon, doesn’t want it to get too lumpy, dips her finger in, tasty, she wants a little more spice, just enough never too much, you can add more yourselves later. She watches the door, they will be in soon, lunchtime, she knows who is well and who needs extra, she has a heart that tells her she is a mother, her food is prepared that way. amen.