Run Run Run

Shrieking, screaming, shattered emotional woman runs down her long drive, her petunias have been stolen and her life has been destroyed. Mobile in hand she phones the police, they are private, they arrive in minutes.

Mrs B, what is wrong, one of them asks. He puts an arm on her shoulders, comforts the lady, “so what is the matter Mam,”

my petunias, my petunias she points, to the hole in the ground, they are gone. Her award winning flowers, the ones she was going to enter in the show (be dramatic).

Five minutes away, a child lies hungry in the Ghetto. so much for Mrs B’s petunias, amen.


Tony Soprano and the Jury

That’s not how it works, it’s different, the men are arranged around a table, it’s judgement day and the news is not as expected, a twit found the funding and made a movie about the commencement of the Vietnam war, it’s released the same day as the  men with canes and worn walks have to attend a special hearing of the heavenly commission, the life they lived is being weighed up. On account of the authority they yielded, they are seen as high value persons.

Everyone is treated the same, whether your a made man or not!,  Tony adds with a half smile, and points at each one of them; you all had a hand in this man made mess, so what do you have to say for yourselves. An old man opens his mouth when his dentures fall out, his jaw continues shaking as he tries to put the dentures back in. The old geezer sitting next to him says “why don’t you try super glue, that way they’ll never fall out!”

This is serious says big Tony, there is only so much; a room load outside awaits the decision, the minions of these once powerful men.

So what have you to say about yourselves?

Old Alfred turns to George, “I told you we should never have got rid of Kennedy!”

What’s Kennedy got to do with this asks Tony, who is the Heavenly district attorney, he senses an even bigger scalp.

“Kennedy, a peace loving Irish dumb ass, what does he know about business except for his Father who bought it for him!”


I’ve decided to make international birthdays “a thing”. How on earth my thirtieth in Hamburg was an entire year ago, I have no idea but somehow September rolled around again and I decided to head off to Oslo, Norway.

via Exploring the City Sights of Oslo, Norway — More Than Greens


Imagine It

If you could turn every one with evil intent into a babbling fool, just imagine it, their mouths pouring our dribble, imagine it. Solomon was recalling the story of old, the power of Great Spirit, the power the Child Jesus was gifted with. Casting out demons was on Solomon’s mind, the grudges, hatred, resentments that so many carried and found an opening at the wrong time. At least with alcohol you had to consume it first before you went on the rampage. With the silent resentments and hatreds stored within, (good reason or not, experience or what), once the topic was raised, accordingly, the partnering feelings rise with it, those deep seated feelings and anxieties, boom, the explosion, touchy feely they say, they being friends, they being polite. Imagine it, God Most High, who has heard it all, waiting for mankind to mature, the way a farmer waits, for the plant to give it’s full potential, imagine it, waiting for the day, when they would all realize that today was the day everyday, not the baggage you brought with you everywhere, smile, amen.


The Stream

Nothing tasted better than breakfast, so he thought for a long time, the ache never left him, the feeling of hunger. They had struggled together, she was social for the first five years of his life, stamps coupons and charity, amen. He passes over the fresh warm toast, his mother accepts it, she smiles, my boy she says, my boy, even if he had a father, what did it matter, she was the one who reared one. There was no music her side of the family, he had a brother who was a guitar genius, her son’s father, maybe that was where he got the talent from. From the back of the big yacht, she lapped it up, admiring her life many years later, except for the one yearning in her heart, we could have had a few of them, them, her children. She settled for one when she could have had a stream, then again, all she ever wanted was one.



Her hands

she doesn’t grip the way she did before, it’s a struggle to open the blister pack but she manages. I need a cure, she sighs, she has a picture of him on her side board, what will i do, her hands. A radio blares to life, the neighbor next door is hard of hearing, so the music is up loud, not that again, then the tune begins, one they used to listen to, he passed away a year before and she misses him, your hands he used to say, they are so fine. They played piano so well, now they hardly worked, amen.

In the world of the old, it was lonely and hard to get on, lonely and afraid of the night, when she was with him, well she never had to worry. The tune plays on, the memory comes back, she hears a noise at the door, gets up slowly and pats over to the door, it’s James he says, he is her nephew, he has come to lend her his hands.

Many hands ease the load, many hearts working and the love flows.



There is a crisis over there, over there, where Italy too, there, and also over there, everywhere you look, it’s changing, while some leaders posture, assuming they are immune from it all, there is no money for this, lets recommend some budget cuts, meanwhile our leaders, many of them, protect the off shore havens where trillions are stored, you can’t say that, what’s a few trillion dollars between a few friends. Donald announces a budget cut, the environment cutbacks are too much for america to bare, we can’t afford this, besides this environment thing it’s blown out of proportions, a couple of months later, the environment problem rises it’s head the Houston flood waters a timely reminder, as for that pipe under the sacred Sioux lands, it’s cheaper than going around the long way, Solomon shook his head, he encountered the Great Spirit, and many blessings flowed, evidence of a divine authority, as if we needed proof of how a beautiful flower was created, by accident  i suppose. Mother Nature as all spirits lived in some of us, as sure as Jesus said so clearly, God Most High is in all of us you just need to make room and abide in the ways of love.

America is being robbed by the low tax regimes, it’s time we took the money home, does that sound very Donald, seems he had a blind spot, convenient truth, he ignored the off share tax havens, that were stealing billions legally every living day. Well, if you believe in the law of God, one day you have to account for it all, amen.

Solomon encountered Holy Spirit, and so much more, and if that isn’t enough to convince you, well, think of the events that are recurring frequently, reform or there will not even be clean water left, amen.