Saint Patrick, an ode to Yeats, Behan, Oscar wilde, and a host of others, the sages of the past…..

 

This is pulled from the archive, it’s the National day of Ireland, so in these times of trial, lets reminded ourselves all, of the struggles we have all got through….

 

The world is beautiful, Have you ever thought about it, the world that is, is it not beautiful in places. We call those places national parks, so many miles of ocean across all frontiers, touching each other in special places the way the sun used to be, and still is in those extra special spaces, now we get burned frozen or flooded instead, except of course for those special places, and the bank manager we wish him dead, the women and their faces we can’t stop looking, the hours spent grooming their façade well look at TV no frowns allowed can’t you tell, a little perfume on the hips lipstick on the lips, as mothers seek safe refuge to build a nest as well, then an heirloom arrives the result of love so they said, children of course keep on watching and waiting, it’s a show they’ve already heard, Disney shows written by old pro’s words they use children in the viewfinder, they used to call it inspiration, today they ration the dead, literally and bury them live on TV, I won the lottery the dredge is no more, no smart opinions to get high on, pure doesn’t give you headaches, it kills you instead, don’t tell Santa he said.
But it’s a pity really, having tossed so much of our future away, the consequence of pure greed that the poorest will pay for instead, they’ve cut back the bird crumbs this week I heard, poor crow, shot at three times dived bombed by a sparrow hawk, a busted wing he hung on, two miles up the road and he’d be fed, earthquake on the TV, the world is falling apart, live on TV of course, you’ve guessed it CNN they are the first to call to help, world latches on cameras roll on carelessly, footage is worth more when you’re dead, no point saving the sick across the world, cant get them together like a Spielberg movie, we’ll rely on old footage. Isn’t the world beautiful he said, the luck of the Irish they always said it was worth waiting for, amen. He said if they gave up the drink, shur they could do anything, well…

A Child is Born to the world….

I could be watching TV. Well TV is what he heard these last six weeks. A break from the rattle tattle of the office printer he was used to night and day. too warm to move, cosy and wrapped, fed continuously, room was getting tighter, Pushy was getting anxious. Due to make his first official appearance onto the world stage, he’d been holding off this last week, on account of the weather forecast. Cold and icy for the next three weeks announced the weather forecaster a week earlier, just as pushy was ready to make his big entrance. Pushy decided to remain a tummy baby, yet to be born, but like all great actors, waited for the right moment to enter the fray. She’s eating burgers again, washed down with orange juice, pushy liked orange juice, burped inside her tummy, forcing him to shake a leg.

I can feel him moving” smiled Mary. Other friends laughed loudly. Pushy wiggled around trying to get his ear into position. What are they saying, I’m not even born yet and they are making plans for me. Did they ever hear about free will.

Like sliding about, be a baby inside a tummy. Pushy was rolling around in his mother’s tummy. She was on her feet again. She’s eating again, what this time wondered pushy. Smelled okay, he wondered if it was a Chinese, hopefully not. Beef, fresh Irish beef, yummy smiled pushy who was being fed through his mother. The rich smell of Tipperary beef, probably the best beef on the planet. Well, when you have the freshest water in Europe to cook with, to grow with, the outcome is usually wholesome, and good for pushy who could only think of himself.

Do they all speak with that accent wondered pushy, the theme tune to a familiar soap opera waking him up after a short nap. They didn’t speak like mammy figured pushy trying to work out the plot line, moving himself around, trying to get his best ear to the action. The doorbell rang. Shit sighed pushy, he’d never know if they had the affair. New shit tomorrow.

any news yet” asked Jennifer, a friend of mammy’s.

if it doesn’t move soon I don’t know what I’ll do” replied mammy, back on the couch.

This is really bugging me, they are pushing me too far. I’ll surprise them.

More food, spicy shit, this is unbelievable fumed pushy trying to move around his tummy room. Makes you fart, burst even. Dirty tricks department, they are trying to move me. Wait till I get out of here, just you wait. She stopped eating, god that was close. The door closed. It was time for bed. The bump the bump, four more bumps and we’d be on the bed. He liked the way mammy massaged him while they were in bed lying down. He could swim up and down across and for as long as he wanted, unimpeded too. she’s getting fast sighed pushy, not realising that is was he who was growing fastest. I used to be able to stretch, not so much now.

Soft music put him in a trance. She played him frank Sinatra in bed. Good taste, a real smoocher, our frank Nuts, I don’t believe it, not even normal nuts, spicy nuts. She’s trying to do my head in sighed pushy kicking out in disgust. Mary smiled, patted her tummy. Who loves you she said. Pushy listened with rage, how could she eat spicy so late at night. Down there, he often wondered what was down there, never went down there, felt safer up here. He could rest up here, down there and he’d nothing to hold onto. His foot slipped all of a sudden, got caught on a ledge. Pushy held on for dear life. Twisted around, head first, if I go down there I’ll never come back, I’ll lose my comfort zone. Where’s the water gone. Mammy was on her feet. I hear her on the fone. I’m stuck, I’m stuck. Jennifer is at the door. Mammy mammy, it’s an earthquake shouts pushy, does anyone ever listen. What am I supposed to do. Stuck in the black hole, I’m dead I’m dead, ah, ah, I see light, light, god I’m alive, I’m alive, ah mammy, mammy screams pushy, tears in his eyes, tears in her eyes as well.

Lights everywhere, the place smells horrible, voices I never heard all around me, I’m not putting up with this. Pushy cleared his throat and screamed for all his worth. A minute later he was lying with mammy. She’s my mother smiled pushy…. 

The Great Panic

A world of machines, mind controlled, disillusioned, competing interests vie for control of everyone living, each team aiming for the top, while a smattering of true believing beings in the Great God of Love, without many options, hang on tenaciously to their beliefs, on the cliff face each day, the world of love is pressurized more and more, media forms fight fierce wars, for the souls of the new borne and all.

Glitzy president surrounds himself with model types, doesn’t want anything else, the friends are all wealthy, and they are supposed to represent us. Feeling awkward, you could do with some improvements, well, the presidents people all look beautiful.

Fill their space with every type of convenience, and pretend it was an accident, stare blankly as if your clueless, ignore the facts, it had been leaning this way for years, amen.

Into this arena there are few winners, but one did make it through the shield of deceit and deception, and in the process enlightened the hearts of those in the circle of love, and this is where we stand today. Are they going to falter, and return to the old ways!

Solomon sighed; The help always arrived, even when we don’t recognize it. Before the great changes, we get nudges in certain directions, guiding us. To recall the days of old, the prophets were sent at regular intervals, it wasn’t as if we were left to our own devices. The outcome is predicable when we ignore the voice of God.

The Social Network….

God arrives on Earth, wonders at some of the changes going on, it’s been awhile. What’s new, hears about the social network, wonders how it works, what is it made up of. Has heard about individuals having millions of followers, doesn’t understand what they mean by the word followers, as the planet is not in great shape, and there are those boasting about the numbers; If you want to find out, you have to do it yourself. Decides to open an account on the most popular network out there, start at the top, face the facts, there has to be a trend setter.

Name, address, the world, post code, this is crazy. After an hour of assorted help, he manages to open an account, at last, phew, He sighs, it could be a she, Love does not discriminate. How do small children get through all this. The wait set aside, He is like a small child on Christmas day. Friends, click here, that’s fast, wow. You scroll he is told. Inside an hour, he gets a lesson in biology he wasn’t exactly expecting, and there is no limit to it either. Where does it all come from; he certainly wasn’t expecting the reception; worse than those slot machines they have in Vegas, you book into the hotel if you manage to pass the early gambling zone, well. they are like walls of cannon, ready to blast your wallet before you make into the racecourse. How can anyone avoid it.

Four coffee’s later, He is trying to get his head around it; what did they do to my Children?

 

Out of Help Out of Friends, Help…

She sits listless at the table, an array of medications before her, there are multiple tablets to take, blood pressure to worry, she has the whole damn thing covered, so her doctor said, this will get you through everything, she accepted his advice. Four years later she rues that day, she did what she was told, now she is isolated from her family, and she needs the medicine, more and more, she has a decision to make, she makes it everyday, she could take them all and end it, it’s right before her eyes, all that medication. She is not stupid, just a little unwell, the reason she went to the doc in the first place. She never realized it was all so addictive; what if, she turns her mind to the past.

Solomon was listening the the words of a friend, how perception is so influential his friend said. He could not agree more. When the world became individualized, how everything was itemized, how it only suited those in strict routines with narrow boundaries; the perfect recipe for human obliteration; the machine says this, here is how your supposed to think.

Jane is at the table, she counts the tablets, only seven. A glass of water, she will pop them, them fall into a tiredness, that will force her to sleep. Out of the way, out of trouble, no one will worry about her and her family will lose interest in her.

Solomon sighed; he hoped those who stole the resources of the people realized the harvest they had created, how is dripped down, leaving many without the necessary. he had seen the cloud, and much more, and there were some serious changes going on, that responded to real Love, what’s that you ask, Solomon wasn’t surprised by the question, you don’t hear people talk about it, but being Saint valentines week, they might yet understand.

Steal from the Holy Spirit, oh what a cost?