Sacrifice

Silent is the land

via Silent is the land~by Tom Owen — OUR POETRY CORNER

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Looking for Love…..

Doing the groove this is normal they assume, he wiggles and twirls in front of the screen, the way we learn is not the issue, we all learn the same way, example if you are young, the TV remote is on the wrestling channel, the others are in the room, the absence of a father figure forces the emotions, imitates the nearest close relation i suppose, what if, it’s a big question, if you are trying to fill that loving gap. Fundamentalists fill the details in with their version of events, some of them are bible experts they do everything by the book. Stop, halt, hold on, there is something very wrong in all of this. Ask the question no one wants an answer to, at the least it will challenge the collective conscience, even if they try and bury the truth, it all comes out anyway, the example we were subjected to, when we were very young.

The bells ring, the pleasantries begin, stares across the aisle, who is in attendance, who has not come along. Why were you not in attendance Mike, the allegations are kept quite, it’s like a secret meeting of a secret cult, your programmed, the job pays well and the children have great schools, the medical is free and the university position is secure, programmed has many different forms, and the cult is seriously successful, who can complain with that.

A journalist, Daphne Caruana Galizia dies in a bomb blast, trying to expose the off shore criminals, who are stealing from the poorest themselves, the resources they stole were to be used to restore, the health services so badly needed by the rest. Well done gentlemen for removing a voice of Love, imagine the consequences in a time of great coincidences, when there is news from the world above.

The preacher brushes his teeth, he fleeces them to be exact, washes his face puts on a smile, he is getting ready to set them alight. The audience is select, only the movers and shakers, decision makers, with their help, they can seize whatever they like.

“Jesus says this to you this morning!”, he begins his long rant, the audience begin to take notes, there job security depends on all this. He begins to read from the old scriptures, choosing to ignore the bigger meaning, he is using old worlds to target the world, there is an agenda, if they are not fundamental, then they are not like us.

Solomon heard it all, be it North Korea, Washington select interests, or a cult, they existed, extremists, who pretended to be like us. as for using the ancient writings, Solomon was reminding them, the extremists. Noah, Moses, the holy prophets and what was it they wrote, extremists never work it out, there is no love in that. wasn’t that the story of the good S

amaritan?.

 

 

One Smile

her eyes sagged a little, the chirpy smile was missing, it had been there a long while, he noticed the first day he entered, there was great spirit in her eye, he knew that he was in loves great care, and so he felt good every time he visited there, she has the eyes of a mother the heart of a lover, lucky woman he sighed, to be a friend of hers, awesome he sighed.

Solomon smiled, there were those he met who brought out the sunshine inside, in real time, how was that for awesome, and good at the coffee too.

Do you believe….

the preacher stands before them, they have come to see the miracle, they have heard all they stories, the time is changing and they know, do you believe he says, the crowd is thumping the energy is electric it flows. Solomon saw the sign turned around the car, i have to see this, this man is making a stand. The storm was abated, the calm returned, the angry demons lost again, Solomon wanted in.

Do you believe, the words he heard when he came in the door. He looked around, it was a carnival inside, all colors and races, everyone was smiling as if they were high. It wasn’t the usual calm attitude of the solemn believer, and the preacher was devout, he was passing on the word, the good news to those on the margins, who had been let down, why not he sighed.

Solomon recalled the story of old, when the apostles complained to Jesus, hey, there is a man saying we can be saved and he is not doing it through the official way, he must be an enemy of yours. Jesus knew it was a long road, the Spirit he carried in him was going to be returned to the original owner until the time and circumstance was proper for the great return.

We will need every voice we can get our hands on if they are going to get through this. Jesus turned to them and said,

“Dudes, this is a big undertaking i have chosen you for, you have seen the miracles, you have seen what can be done, you have also encountered the barriers, the closed hearts of men, we will need every one who encourages the truth, don’t hamper this man, encourage him the way i encourage you, amen”

They sulk, they know he is right, do you believe he said, if you do you will tell the entire world, then I will be back, amen.

is it Possible!

Two important men, well, they could easily have been women, but for brevity purposes  i am using the term “men”, they made more unhealthy decisions than women, well their pride won’t allow them to admit it, but is it possible, they are having a discussion on the Topic of “Love”, well it’s possible but in the context of the conversation, there two men are in the senate building in Washington, and they are drawing up a list of the threats to the world, and one of them mentions to the other, “do you think love would be any help at all?”, can she make bombs, no answers the other, does she spread propaganda, no, does she keep all the loot for herself, has she any place in a war, usually not, only in the ending of it. They reluctantly agree, love might have a role to play in the world after all.

Scheming demon having a bad day, super secret plans are all unfolding, another outbreak of truth, this is not going the way it’s supposed to, they look at the sky, there is a bunch of them, i thought we cut off the connection years ago, well it had certainly gotten weaker. The boss looks at one of them, you, was it you who had a change of heart, no reaction, goes to another face, was it you, was it you, this goes on till he

comes to the last one, himself, certainly not you.

A storm turns around and heads in the other direction, is it possible, Solomon wondered what they must be thinking, the Great Spirit was not a dreamers invention, and The Holy Spirit was proof of Godly interventions, it also put great emphasis on the wisdom of old, and how much of what was written, had come true. Is it possible!.+

Where do their ideas come from?

His fingers are tight on the controls, he’s fidgeting with his fingers, it’s getting intense, the bad guy has been spotted on screen, he twists the hand held device, misses the object, his character dies, he loses, begins to cry, tosses the gadget across the room, gives his granny who is minding him an awful fright, where do the ideas come from. She waits till he goes to the bathroom, examines the box, over eighteens only, violent scenes, unsuitable for children under the age, he re enters the room, is a little calmer. She wants to raise the idea with his mother, but is afraid to open her mouth, they might send her away, well, that’s what they do these days when the elderly interfere, well, she’s getting doddery they say.

The twist before the mirror, she pouts, is my ass big in that, her friend just laughs, they are both under ten, but they are getting in on the act, their mothers call it confidence, it’s what the experts say, a good impression of one self is so important, what do the hungry children think of that, impressions. The response from mother, their confidence they say, we can’t do anything to undermine it. It’s the repeat dose, so repeated, everyone has the exact opinion, leaving no doubts, giving comfort to all and sundry, at least your getting that bit right, while they reach for their tranquilizing medication, only three left, must get a prescription for the weekend, suppose it’s the same as the junkie, just a little neater and more respectable, the prescriber wore a suit and had credentials on the wall, while the other dealer, well, in the dark light it was hard to read his face, where do they get their ideas from.

Solomon sighed, they said the same in Rome all those years ago, this God thing is just another of their helpless idols, look what he has done for them, filled them with hope, nothing more. History proved otherwise, but at least we have the remains of the old empire, reminders of their follies, imagine it, they had it all once, now they have nothing.

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.  The 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.