Big Child

He’ll arrive, the child waits, prays regularly, says it in private, no one knows, his prayer. Solomon listened, he was a child too, of His Father, the trouble was, which the small child didn’t know, that those with talents, sold them for cash, to transform their own lives, others an after thought.

At school he concentrates, he’ll arrive, the promise. Day passes into weeks, the weeks become a semester, a year, the child still waits. Seeking comfort, anything to ease his anxiety, he dabbles in playing mind games, when that comfort leaves him, he dabbles with pills, the alcohol follows, the rest is history. The void had to be filled, not with empty promises, but with today. The changes going on globally, were just a reflection of what the Big Child had to endure, just as Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen sang about.

He sits in the corner, doesn’t talk, refuses to co-operate, won’t eat vegetables, he is making his complaint, amen to the Big Child.

Before matters worsened for all the big children, it was time those who hid the secrets of true wisdom,

and the many warnings given down through the ages, opened up. Solomon saw the Holy Spirit, the other gifts too, God Most High was not myth, and those in positions of authority were under the spotlight like never before, amen.

Did you hear me!

turn down the stereo, the phone rings, no one can hear, a thousand different voices, all hoping to be heard, sounds like hell, me, did you hear me, the constant drone. Picture it, the survivors retelling the story, the only witness’s to the horror, be it the Titanic, be it the horror of Auschwitz, the voices calling out, did you hear me. Then imagine Jesus, walking through a small village or town, the voices calling out, heal me, do you hear me, he walks on, but hasn’t ignored them, if they have faith, they will be healed, do you hear me, amen.

Many voices were calling out, shouting injustices, my cause, my rights, my needs. Then there were other voices calling out in silent prayer, thanking God for the blessings being poured out, do you hear me. Solomon listened to the world around him, every day was a gift, the scars on his body, reminders, i’m on my feet today, do you hear me. Only God Most High could have done it, do you hear, amen. The power of Faith, it was the story of Great Spirit, amen.

NO Foundations

Am I a visitor here looking for way home,  everywhere I look, ego and fantasy, the meaning of Babylon I suppose, this is no lament, purely an honest observation, hard drugs available everywhere, large numbers depressed, love even harder to find. I was visited by holy spirit, really, discovered wisdom, and the growing threat of demons, where everyone seeks excuses, someone to blame, other than themselves. Love as Leonard Cohen says is all that will survive us. What has to happen is a new outlook, respect for love not the abuse it.

Solomon was saying it straight, if more and more become lost, all those marvellous ego’s will be worth nought. And I haven’t mentioned Donald trump once.

IS IT LOVE!

dressed up to the nines, will he like me she sighs, has the chemical attraction, see the way he looks at me, wow, and the way he smiles, is it love she smiles adjusting her make up, another reason to be optimistic. The dance starts, he moves closer, drops a bunch of bills on her lap, she moves in closer, he is loving it, well,she’s seen him before, is a regular customer, is it love she sighs, siding in closer, do you want to look at that, he sighs, move closer baby, is it love she smiles. The evening drifts on, they go behind the curtain and get it on. then he leaves, she gets dressed, has the money to pay the rent, she’s just a toe rag, but for awhile she was in love, what’s wrong with that. looking for love in the strangest of places. Solomon recalled an evening, the dead expression, a trafficked woman, dressed up, or down, traded like a car, moved from town to town, her heart wringing inside, worn and feeling hopeless, they even have her child.

across the world, women were being traded in  such fashion, from the prime centers of commerce, to the streets of Rome, and it was carried on regardless. turn them into babbling fools these men, their backers and friends, amen. it was Christmas time after all, and as he said to a friend, ask just for a little bit more, please he said, amen. hope he prayed.

JFK

A handful of observers in Vietnam, a desire for a more open America, a disdain for the so called experts, and an appreciation and time for his Children, and then a bullet to the head, after which there was an unleashing of a plot, aimed at controlling our very world. How many years ago, this very evening, on the eve of that eventful trip,

he was sitting down with his children, whom he adored, a real family man, not an organisational flunk, whose only desire was power, had a deep disregard for the lobbyists, and thought that all presidential contenders should be state funded, given a budget to fight it out, leading to a better form of democracy. In the meantime, the arms industry flourished, the nuclear threat gathered force, and righteous leaders across the world were got rid of, all in his absence. Warned the world in a variety of ways, and what do we have, 54 years after his murder, a world on the brink. The men behind his murder, have left a legacy many never could get over, but at least JFK, left us with the hope, there are actually people who think there is a better way, amen.

Let me represent you!

Votes, opinion polls, the ratings, first job is getting elected, how, does it matter, women, well, they vote too, unfortunately, gosh why did we give them the vote, another male mistake, imagine, women having a vote, should have burned more of them at the stake, where’s Joan, ideas, what, a woman with ideas, next they will want to be president, gosh, and after that they’ll want to change everything, bad enough the idea of women priests, what next, educated women, they should be home minding the nest, well, the world hasn’t changed has it, or, if, but, if only i kept my big mouth shut. Did you see her, wow, she gives me a thrill, nice way of saying it, okay, call them coons, call them names, so long as no one hears you, it’s okay, after all, what sort of character do you need to be president. None if precedent is the answer, well, that’s a bit rough, yeah she likes it rough, i wonder if she’ll give me a dance, she will if you pay her enough, you buy them cheap in Thailand and they stay all night, really, i suppose you can. It was called metanoia, i wonder if they understood what it meant, transformation.

Solomon was reading the news, and was as entertained as anyone else, the lewd comments of The Donald, not far from the alpha male response to everything, bigger, stronger, macho, richer, and wondered if this was the transformation needed to change the world, well, it was said all those years ago, a change was coming, and is this the great change, the same way Barack Obama was a game changer for the colored

community, perhaps Hillary Clinton is the game changer for the female community, the step process, seems so. If the world needed wisdom, it needed it now more than ever, and if change is needed, then Donald did some good, he poured the male attitude into the public arena, and how many women must have cheered. However, let’s not be hypocritical, these last twenty years there have been many lives destroyed by the absence of leadership everywhere, and those that represented the people, well, they let down many children, as they turned their eyes away from the total sexualisation of children, and the damage that was done to the Spirit inside, only money matters conceded many, and who could blame them, as this was the example they had to deal with, apart from an unnatural interest in all things sexual, well, who cares what size your ass is, unless you want others to look at it!

let me represent you, well, the good news, the greatest of news, those who desire to lead, have the heavenly eyes on them, well, Solomon encountered the Holy Spirit, and that meant one thing, divine awareness of everything, something worth thinking about, if you intend to represent others, amen.

The Great Debate

Boom of hair, swagger and smile, i’m going to save you dudes look on his face, hasn’t opened

his mouth, just nods, eyes wary, seeking the reaction, am i doing this all right, has never encountered poverty in a meaningful way, assumes business thinking will solve everything, ignores the science of the ozone layer, has a private island, doesn’t have to worry, applauds the military, well it’s a huge business opportunity everywhere, ought to be encouraged, war.

The mother enters the fray, hasn’t dropped her husband, has forgiven him his affairs, hasn’t the cougar instinct, she wants a better future for women, has seen it first hand across the earth, the need to lift the female spirit. Her smile is light, it’s been a long road, she has fought for the rights of the under dog, has been forced to accept less, her health care plans, watered down, but she is forcing the change, hopes the mothers understand, she hates war.

Solomon wondered if the truth ever got out, then he thought of the great martyrs, those who stood up, the early apostles, Edward snowden, Bradley manning, and those who wanted a better world. He was sure the deceivers would make complete fools of themselves, so he made it his prayer, let the great debate begin, amen.