The Constant Complainer

News, bad, something to complain about, something to hide behind, as you research and fill your head, darn, does that sound right, and that over there, did you see that, and did you see that, the short dress, what a disaster, what are we going to do, everything is a mess, but did you see the new I phone, no but i hear there is a new distraction, just fill the head, cram the thought process, what is the word, framing, set the brain up, the head fills up, add a few problems, add some gloom, after a while, what was that you were thinking, the words that came out of your mouth, a forgotten experience, while you try to decipher what you meant, does that sound okay, it’s okay, they are smiling, haven’t lost it, they are still talking to me. The constant push, the effort to dampen all wise thought, create guilt, why not go for a drink, go shopping, it’ll take your mind off it, then compare it to the all knowing God, imagine the stress on love, imagine it, as Jesus says, God is in all of you, great, with so much stuff going on, how is it possible make space, how easy it is to lose it all. And they say God does not listen, it’s simply a question that we can’t find him, nothing could be simpler.

The gloom merchants, give them money, steal their money, do whatever, just focus there attention on all that is wrong, push the agenda, you will eventually wear them all out. And when they are tired, you will be able to fish them. Wasn’t Jesus tempted in the desert after many days without, thirsty, tired, lonely, who would have been able to withstand it, and give in to the world rather than the future to come. Solomon asked wisdom for help regularly, and when he did, the answers just flowed, when he was distracted easily, it was easy to be all over the place. The struggle as they call it, is simply this; are you going to let the earthly treasures suck you up, or are you going to rise the loving spirit, the choice, amen. It’s easier to listen to the constant complainers, the arguments they use, so cohesive, he said that, she has a reputation, we ought to listen, they have clout, amen.

Well, now that the light of heaven has arrived, i think life will be much sweeter, as the evil minded are turned into babbling fools, and the old networks are removed, the way asbestos is removed from the world, safely.  When the righteous hearts agree, amazing things happen, when the heart of God is moved, nothing is impossible. It is that simple. 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!

The Little Man

It’s my day, he wakes with a rush, lies in his cot, just wonders, the little tot. It’s going to be great, he knows the routine, he’s going to get a choice, he already knows it, and he just smiles from the heart, then the door opens, and there his mother stands, arms open, her eyes wide with wonder, his eyes fling wide, pick me up look in his eyes. She laughs, come on you, she carries him to the kitchen, puts the child, in his seat, puts the kettle on. The worry is over, the demon is gone. She’s found the help she needed, made the step, went across to the other side, met others who were afraid like her, and since that day, her life has been a turnaround. The escape plan of the emotional kind, is now time she can save to spend with her child, the little man. he’s seen what not ought to have been witnessed by a child, but she has forgiven herself, and her little man feels it too. The dark energy is gone, remain in the zone, and don’t go back. It’s her mantra. Every time she looks at him, all she feels is love, it used to be despair, for what she put her child through, those demons she met along the way.

Solomon was reading a story, how addiction is overcome, and the results, the new heart, that resulted. We all win when those in need get the help. Why didn’t they get to rehab sooner retorts the noisy neighbor, why do we get into trouble sighed Solomon. Maybe to remind us, that we are never alone. Solomon encountered Holy Spirit, and each time he asked for the help, it just arrived, and he didn’t have to imagine it. Amen

The Reality of Potential

There is a power inside you, gifted children know this, the Power of Eternal Life, amen. Unburden yourself of this world, it was said many years before, Solomon was reminding himself, words created the world, words will bring the great change. The ancient world is littered with the same story, the trial the tribulation and the recovery, the Prophet who comes after the flood, and the effort to create a civil world. It was a case of the world we have come to accept, and all the injustices, and the role of a certain group, and the way so many lives end up controlled. As an old friend said, the only time she finds peace is while in the graveyard, among the resting souls. Why this is so, the continuous conflict that goes on, and the way so much of the world became a political game, vying for your attention, your money, and your soul.

Solomon had a dream, a child trapped in another world, her Spirit struggling to free itself. It could have been an unhappy marriage, a caste world, a closed community, any place where truth and freedom was denied. It was so clear it had to be real, Spirit Love was trapped. We’ll look after you if you join us, promise of most power groups, we’ll help you, if… There was no if’s to divine love, and those who made support conditional, were just usurping the Spirit within many. Having encountered the Holy Spirit, like Love, it was not a condition that he join any one group, just responsible. So he prayed, and the affirmations came, and many wondered.

She is in school with her friends, daisy is young, has a friend Mary, best friends. They share their thoughts, Daisy lives in a closed world, she wishes she could be normal like Mary, but the community wont allow it. So much potential is lost, and all the while they claim of believe in the way of Jesus.

Song for Lovers

A new song

Beauty queen lost in her dreams and the love she once had, the love she thought she found wasn’t love at all. She looks in the mirror and curses her divine appeal, it wasn’t me he loved or was she prepared to be honest, he was a family friend and he’d hidden it very well, he fell in love with her beauty it was his ego that he loved more, she stumbles from the bathroom and drops onto the bedroom floor, why me God she asks why me she cries as tears roll down her chin, she was taken by the lure of the glittering future, it was a dream come through couldn’t see beyond him, now she’s resigned to a life of misery and escape, then out of the blue she comes across the words she needed to hear, they resonate and open her heart in the way it used to operate, she’ filled with belief and heads down to the kitchen, they’d been talking about her and what they should do, she goes to the fridge and takes out a bottle of soda, there’s a smile in her which she decides to hide, the sooner that I’m out of here the better life will be, she goes back up stairs her new life arranged for her by a mysterious force, they are calling the doctor back there’s a room in rehab for her, they the ones that nearly destroyed her want to appear helpful, their way of life rules they have all the trappings that create envy and greed, she went ballistic the night she found his collection of pure evil, and this was the man who wanted to have his child with her, she packs her small case taking the old memories with her, in the middle of the night all is calm and quite, she slips out of the mansion and walks down the long drive, at the gate a car is waiting she gets frightened all of a sudden, then she see’s the smile and jumps in an angel was waiting for her, the boss sent me he smiles 1922564_10201349014557400_1209341281_n

New Girl

She wanders in,

checks the money,

hopes it’s enough,

how much she enquires,

enough she orders one,

 sixteen she’s been with friends,

 it’s late in the evening

she’s anxious about going home,

 I told you she was

 no use she’s late again,

 her mother shakes the bottle,

go to the off licence she grins,

throws the bottle after him

don’t have a small one

the chips are steaming

filled with the smell of vinegar

she bites they are so hot

won’t be going to dance tonight,

let me get through she sighs,

a star flies across the sky

was it meant for her,

she dreams and smiles,

don’t understand man

I left my money at home,

bar tender remonstrates

goes over to the boss instead,

Johnny smiles ollie smiles back

 it’s fine he shouts,

Johnny is on his way out,

chips are done

she reaches her street,

tucked into her tummy

she’s had enough to eat,

freezes when she see’s him

her mother’s new boyfriend,

 the bag that he is carrying

 can be heard by everyone,

coming home at this hour,

mother from the top of her lungs,

 Johnny gets in on the action

no respect for your mother,

even yourself darling

 a can you can hear pop,

 she climbs the stairs quietly

 her feelings held tightly  

one day she hopes

 a prayer in her heart,

 one day and I’ll make a new start

 When children want to run, it’s usually for good reason, listen. Image

Guinness and Trees

we are trees, it’s who we are, we branch, we root out, we renew all the time, provide shade and shelter, wisdom and some reasons why, no one came along alone, together in threes we are safer, when the trees are safe we feel stronger, harbor in a tree, so why are we cutting the old amazon down,  feeding the dead tiger that is on it’s knees, hoping to come up with a quick fix solution, so we can gargle with Arthur the magnificent, the Guinness head,  unless of course your cursed by the stuff, the disease that takes hold of the mind, louis pour me a double she says, he drops another pill watches while it sinks to the bottom, you are always safer in threes, one of you will get it hopefully, and again, it’s better in trees, have a Guinness and do it in trees. it’s amazing what a little spin can do for this world, it’s sad what a little spin managed to achieve in this world, if only we lived in trees, Bart Simpson move over, he’s on the most amazing roller coast ride of his life, outer space never looked so inviting, when the earth is out of control, spinning like a Federer ace, all because we forgot about the trees, whoooo….aaaaaImage