Fast forward motion

He looks across the room watches her move, the turn of her head the knowing smile, she’s interested and he is overwhelmed, later that night it begins to unfurl, next morning, she has an appointment she rushes to work, he puts it down to one of those nights, fast forward motion not what it was in the past. She aches for a man who will give her time, but the modern world prevents it well so her friends advise, can’t have it both ways they say this is the way forward, clothes on the floor heaped carelessly just a few i suppose. How love dances the fast track, how people end up in pieces, a little of them here a little of them there, their love spread across the world but the heart going no where.

solomon was reminising, he ate piazza with a friend, just a munch party a movie and a smile, no grave intentions no exras no half glance moments just being there. The fast track world does not have time for the slow romance, it’s the fury of the mayfly and the one night stand. nature teaches us he thought when we allow it time, it’s the story of the butterfly, starts out weird and ugly and ends up the most beautiful of flies, amen.

The Injection

his eyes were animated, he was explaining in the best voice he could find, the procedure he was going to have to endure, a procedure that would perhaps save his life, the size of the needle, the plunge into the stomach, and the three month waiting period, as to how effective it would be. Solomon listened, the details Gorey, but the smile on his friends face, told him he was not giving up, despite the temporary hardship it might require. there was a lesson in it, life was sometimes painful, particularly when learning, amen.

Faith was a different type of injection, but it was one that was needed regularly, the reminder of it enough to remind us, this life was only a leg in a very long journey, amen. The injection though, was never painful, when administered at the right time. Solomon hoped the modern day pharisee’s were listening.

Donald The Builder

move over bob, here comes Donald, bob the builder got the blues, The Donald is stealing his bricks and mortar, not just Mexico folks, he is building walls in Co.Clare Ireland also, shouldn’t he be taking them down though, in such a divided world, well, do you want leaders who create….well.. where is my digger shouts donald, bob sulks in the corner, that used to be mine! Hillary smiles, I’ll bury him with the cement, Donald puts his foot in it again, this stuff sticks he yells, amen

In My head

out of my head, i don’t want to experience that again, the night comes so does the fear, alone in one self, no one to hold onto, the terror of the demon, raking through the mind, choosing the nightmare scenario, what will we trouble you with tonight, the vampires wipe the blood from their mouths, this is an unbelievable feast, i’ll come along later he says,. the leader among them, there’s a movie i want to watch first, popcorn coke crisps and a good scare all right, in my head in my head he sings, what is it that’s in their little heads, the menu of anxiety, i’ll have a night cap with them later and frighten a child… too darn easy, but there was a surprise waiting for him, amen.

Solomon was a child once, was still a child before his father eye’s, understood the night terrors caused and who planted them, in my head they were singing when they arrived, but they soon fled in terror when they realized, that Great Spirit was on the premises, now they roam the world trying to get out of their heads, … in my head, what’s in there anyway?