Beat Me Up Scotty

The first blow sends her into shock, she has never seen him this way. The expression on her face shocks him, she has never seen her that way either. She feels her face, rubs the cheek, feels for anything broken. His adrenaline gets a hit, he is shocked at it. I’ll never do that again he swears. They embrace, he rubs her face, she is afraid, it will never happen again babe. The trust she has, is shaken, but she forgives him, it wont happen again. He’s a record of doing it. He knows how women cowl, give in and blame themselves. Love is a very potent form of dependency for those who already feel vulnerable.

Blood on her face, he is getting high on it, the kick to the ribs, her arms go defensive, he is getting excited she is worried about the kids, doesn’t want the neighbors to find out either. It’s repeated every few months, the doctor ignores the bruises, her friends had stopped calling round, just when she needs them, she is all alone. Blames herself, Stop. The angels were in the room watching, sends the helpers. Artists write songs, authors put words on it, social services call to the house. Dudes, didn’t you know there is a God!. Solomon was not in doubt, he had seen so much, it was enlightening. In a moment God could turn everyone into babbling fools, as sure as he allowed those with his Spirit to perform miracles, amen.

JFK

A handful of observers in Vietnam, a desire for a more open America, a disdain for the so called experts, and an appreciation and time for his Children, and then a bullet to the head, after which there was an unleashing of a plot, aimed at controlling our very world. How many years ago, this very evening, on the eve of that eventful trip,

he was sitting down with his children, whom he adored, a real family man, not an organisational flunk, whose only desire was power, had a deep disregard for the lobbyists, and thought that all presidential contenders should be state funded, given a budget to fight it out, leading to a better form of democracy. In the meantime, the arms industry flourished, the nuclear threat gathered force, and righteous leaders across the world were got rid of, all in his absence. Warned the world in a variety of ways, and what do we have, 54 years after his murder, a world on the brink. The men behind his murder, have left a legacy many never could get over, but at least JFK, left us with the hope, there are actually people who think there is a better way, amen.

Blaming

Look in the mirror, that’s you, and that’s you in the evening too, that’s who you are, what you reflect, and that was meant to be enlightening, that reflection, amen.

Who Owns You!

Trapped, no chance of a reprieve, the needle arrives, they inject you, you get addicted, more and more, they own you, there is rent to pay, who exactly, who owns you, mine and i’ll use force, the young girl shivers, it’s not very hygienic, prayers are said, to whom, Jesus declared, there was no need to cut yourself, it was a lousy tradition and wasn’t worthy of human beings. Solomon was reading, the number of

young girls cut, for ritual sake down below, it wasn’t dignity, it was the opposite, it was the mark of a slave, amen.

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

Clarisa

The look of despair in a young girls eyes as her father took her to the waterside,

wading in it got colder and colder rises up and up till it came to her shoulder,

Daddy’s eyes smile little girl doesn’t realise this is the last time she’ll feel those ties,

Please please she struggles fighting for her life please daddy gulping then it’s all over,

no more surprise no song for mammy but it’s pleasantly calm she feels no pain,

she’s in the land of the angels and free holding hands with mother nature and friends,

Clarissa was her name and a bright spark and flame she’s an angel now that I’m sure,

Some things we can’t explain we search for reasons but doubts will always remain,

One doubt you can cast away and it’s that your life is a lease you’ll have to give back.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