Getting Married, or where did all the years go!

marriage, they were drinking in a downtown bar, an early house. Seven in the morning, the heads were drowsy, the hangover affect, the brain slow to engage, the words just a mutter, a sigh, a fart, what a life.

“Life is a marriage!”

What do you Mean jack?

Well, the day your born your into it, and the day you die you dissolve it, isn’t that a marriage. His friends looked at him, maybe that was it. Divorce was akin to a breakdown, a RETREAT. They shake their heads, his companions. You got it wrong they say. Marriage is a relationship bond, the promise to hang together not alone on the journey. When we get carried away, children arrive and we settle down.

The same way life is a marriage, the older you get, the more becalmed you become.

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One Day

She lies on the bed, the tired body and the heavy head, sore from a bruising. You will meet worse than me he said, years before, when he spoke to a so called friend of the thug who helped end her life. Really sighed Solomon, could anyone be worse than what he was looking at, someone who preyed on the vulnerable, dosed them with drugs, to keep them under his control. Not likely sighed Solomon to himself.

After many promises and interventions, and the missing friends: they too had a life to get on with, she finally is overcome, a victim; the blame put on the descent into alcoholism. She knocked on many doors, sought help from many corners, all she attracted were the wolves who preyed on them, those without back up or good friends. One day he sighed.

Solomon was recalling a friend, who had passed on this day years before, a true tragedy.

What Am I Looking At!

Implants in the rear end, who wants to look at it, that’s where the other stuff comes out, who are you trying to offend, have you lost your marbles entirely, do you realize how stupid it has become, encouraging the young to view from the rear, when it’s the heart that means everything. Bend over and twist, it’s as if we are appraising racehorses at an auction, well it’s for sale is

what it’s saying, good enough, well label it honestly them, stop trying to confuse the world, after all, what am i looking at, amen.

Solomon sighed, if there was problems in the world, there are other places i should be looking for the answer. What did the almighty think of it, gifts, it all adds up, 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.

I thought you Knew me!

Leaves on the floor, autumn, the weather a little colder, warm clothes, and your hands icy, the day lingers, a stroll to the bar, the friends, all home from work or just waiting, and there you are among them, drinking, what, it was not supposed to be like that, you are one of those, lazy, yeah, that’s him. Solomon was after having a procedure, the hospital, the staff, bright and cheerful, will spend their careers up skilling and learning, have a deficit of personal time, won’t be in the bar all day, won’t be hanging around either, two sides, that will rarely get to know each other. Some deliver the milk, then there are the bakers, the hair stylists, and the grumpy, the doctors and the nurses, the support staff , and the lawyers, who know’s what all these people do, how will you ever know me. So many judged Jesus, and when we mean Judged, because he hung out with women, the tax collector, those that had fallen down, they made assumptions, then again, they did not understand him, and what breaking down barriers meant, doing something about it, not just talking about, faith was dead unless their are actions, so he Said, I thought you knew me she said, amen. Reading the ancient scriptures, the parables of Jesus, have multiple meanings, if you want to understand Him,read then again, if you want to get to know Him, amen.

prescription alley

Cocaine fuelled opinionated and out there, rabbiting on with machine gun speed, treated like idols over the world, your children taking example from twisted minds, it’s an open secret in a fashionable world,  no police raids no political outcry, cause they depend on the fund raising of the few, a teacher appears in school, under the influence or such news, you’d be there, demanding something be done, blame them for child’s excesses,  and you’d think half right, . so much opinion relayed via mediae, why has nothing been done, to curb this alien influence,  you drive under the influence, you’re a danger to society, inflame other minds under the influence, nothing to get worked up about, what’s the reasoning for this, in front of your eyes, allowing criminals to grow rich, no wonder they smirk, it’s a joke you see, the say the war on drugs is a menace to society, well nothing ever was more true,  one  side of the equation usual zealots, waiting in the grass to snare anyone famous, they catch them they cry out, look at the great job we have done, it’s time up for those things they pursue, really. If there is a brain out there, please respond before it’s too late, cause it’s prescription alley where all the damage is done.