The Sex Life of a Flea

The botanist smiled, that will get their attention, everyone is addicted to it, every advertiser used it, and many, men women and children, were abused because of it. Sex. The rules of love for a common house flea, a mandatory visit to the bathroom, lots of stuff in there, attracts the female flies, a visit to the closet, lots more hiding in there, lunch time, a sugary treat, need energy to continue, back to the bathroom, more stuff, lots of others in there.

It’s the only word apart from Christmas that unites the races, the common denominator. Solomon smiled, if they start laughing at this,

it will take the biscuit. A woman goes to the doctor, my relationship is ebbing, he does not find me attractive, well, he doesn’t pay me enough attention. A man is getting advice on his new relationship, it takes time to make the current flow if you get my drift, if you are on automatic all the time, what does it say for you, all lit up in all the wrong areas looking for a place to go. The sex life of a common flea, i never thought that stuff was all that interesting. He read the headline, everyone will be giving it a second thought, what has this got to do with divine intervention and the creation of real love, nothing actually! amen.

The Small Child

H

e put his head down, the friends had gone home, he was there on his own. His friends made him forget, there were the good times, the way you can forget your troubles, the way the heart is put at ease. He watched from the window, the memories he had, they would stay with him for a while.

The need to escape, the routes we choose, the lonely walk the friends you meet along the way. Solomon was thinking, the refugee in all of us, and what an arrogant world so often forgot, the fate of others, it was their greatest mistake, trying to ignore it all. The mother is in a state, she will be beating him when the booze goes over the meter, and the neighbors will turn up the television, in the hope they wont hear and simply forget.

There was an appeal for help, the father held his small son, it was all he had,. his son, the warm arms of his prayerful father, Solomon was asking the Chief, to remind those in authority they had, this man was calling out loud, 24 trillion off shore, what was the excuse this time, amen. I’m hungry he sighs, his fathers eyes fill with tears, soon he replies. The famine in the hearts, and the need for a response, amen.

Donald has a plan…..

Sir, you just can’t abandon the united nations sir, it’s undemocratic answered his sidekick, a party pundit, but what could he say, chuckling, undemocratic, we are republicans after all. Donald was looking out the window of the tower, he preferred the furnishings there to the oval office, he was in his stocking feet, was feeling light of heart. War he said, while scanning the Manhattan skyline has been with us since the beginning almost, and the U.N. was set up to curb war, but it has not stopped one from where i am looking. it’s impossible, to accept there is nothing i can do about it, i’m president after all, one word from me and a war will start tomorrow, that isn’t wisdom, that is pure foolishness. A secretary was typing his mutterings, her fingers flying across her IPad, got that treacy he smiled, yes boss she replied, i also got a tuna sandwich for you later.

Donald smiled, i can always count on women, my mother he sighed, thinking of her.

Center for the prevention of war, make that C-pow for short. Eureka, that’s it. In a nutshell, there will be a body to prevent war, and a penalty for those who start them without consulting us, a big financial one. Great idea Mr President, who thought it sounded very cliched, C pow first war after. ┬áThe national debt was at twenty trillion, every modern country was in debt, a new start was needed, for everyone.

It was a simple idea, too simple almost. Solomon sighed, wasn’t that what Jesus said all those years ago, once you forgive that’s it ,amen, the end of hatred, the stuff that eats you from the inside, amen.

The Vulnerable and the Venerable

We have a system for that, next question please, yes, we have a system for that, next question, i already answered that question, anymore questions, the venerable speaker is reassuring the audience, the world wide audience, that all is being done to end the exploitation of women and children around the world. The appearance of a strange object in the sky has sharpened his enthusiasm, it’s been deemed to be an object from another world, there is talk of it being from a heavenly world, God perhaps!. Images of Moses in the desert are being awakened in the hearts of many, the french exodus from Paris at the beginning of the second great war is being cited as a warning, of the great exodus too, in downtown Manhattan they are dropping champagne cocktails as if it’s the end of days, traders mainly, who spent their entire lives devoted to money and the exploitation of anyone willing to listen to them. The numbers are repeating says an old priest, even the trumpet is sounding; Donald Trump is live on the TV screens in times square, reassuring the world, there is space for everyone in trump tower.

Far away, in a small office, a street smart marketer is going over the numbers, the data as he calls it; there are more single women than ever with access to wealth, who are lonely. A psychologist points out the potential within this data group. Because they are vulnerable, well everyone seeking love in the current climate is vulnerable, well, these ladies have cash, and this loving person is pointing out ways to relieve them of their cash, albeit legally. The other lonely’s don’t matter, they have nothing to give, the usual sex route has been cooked drawn and quartered as they say. Well charlie, how do we empty those cashmere pockets Sydney?.

Why not set up women friendly gambling websites, color them nice, those chicks love make-up, add a few free spins, get them hooked or regular users, and bobs your uncle, watch the cash flow in. Charlie you are a genius. The trade grows, the cash is blown, the universal needs that are not satisfied have to find an outlet, exploitation or exploration, is there really any difference.

Solomon sighed, is there a law against such behaviour, he shook his head, it’s totally legal on this planet. He is sitting in a restaurant in times square, the Donald is over his shoulder on the big screen, imagine it, the cost of a suite in trump tower has been halved on account of the alien intervention, that isn’t bad i suppose. A waitress approaches his table, Solomon’s, can’t smoke sir, she points to the sign, and it’s punishable by a term in detention and a five thousand dollar fine, he puts the cigarettes back in his pocket. Just yesterday he sighs, he was watching a movie from the past, in every scene the main actors was smoking away, for all to see, exploiting the young, as if it mattered then. How a few years change everything, the vulnerable and the venerable, nice name for a movie. He thought for a moment, if you go out of your way to exploit others knowingly, is that theft or business he wondered. he looked up at the sky, no way!. that’s the cloud i say before, amen.

Bad ideas!

real bad, that’s not bad enough, they messed with the tramp, they were trying to bait him, they were children, they were socially mute, bad ideas were what they got their thrills on, anything bad, harm, distress, how could it be made more difficult, it was the same with demons, harm, till they win you over.

Solomon read a story of old, it was a reminder, how easy it was for bad ideas to form in the mind, he sighed. They ought to have worked on how to avoid putting them there, the triggers as they say, the reminders. He often thought it unwise, when he heard it said in church, the chastity of the saints, what did they know about it, really, wasn’t it supposed to be a way to unburdening the seekers rather than wear them down with all sorts of pious terms. It was rotund of you he said, talking about hunger living without it, understanding, do you burden your children with expectations before they can stand!

Rain Man

When will it stop, do you see how it affects us, he looked at his companion, the sky was grey, at summer time, it was supposed to be light and blue, the norm for the season. They were wondering if it was true, the stories they were hearing of divine intervention. Solomon was listening from afar, what we take for granted, what we get for free, did they not understand, life is a gift not an entitlement as some had suggested. If you use the gifts wisely and help the Spirit rise, intervention from above is forthcoming. He laid back in bed, wondering. The words of Jesus came to him, and how in his home town there were few miracles, because they just did not believe, as in doing, it was that simple. So he said a prayer, and was sure it would be okay.

He rose in the morning in a hurry, his visitor, a man of great Spirit, a race to the bathroom, a brush of the teeth, a swipe of the hair, hurry dude he said, he’s coming a long way to help you out. The phone rings, too early, not even a cup of tea, what he’s outside. He hid the thrash as best he could, this was not the start he imagined, a breakfast, a few coffees, ready. I’m outside. Welcome brother he said, do you think it will rain he said, no way sighed Solomon, and it never rained. the sun returned, just the way it always did, when support for Great Spirit was live, amen.

The Garden

The evening air, the fading light, the warmth, mid summer, sitting around a table, trees to the left, grass at the feet, a beer in one hand, a few friends around. They were meeting with a Spirit, a stranger but a friend, the power of the universe was in their hands. The words of old were lost in translation, one of them utters, they all agree. The number of wars fought in the name of God, all because of the translations. Every way you look at it, it has to be a flowing river, and it has to be allowed it’s natural course. Was he talking about the river, the words, or was it themselves. He them made a triangle with his hands, it’s this simple. We are all part of the living earth, given talents and energies, how we respond is the same plight as the gardener and the crops, it’s what you put into the experiences that decides the outcome. They looked at each other, they were all young fathers, there children’s future depended on what they did, with the garden.