All about me….

there is nothing more important than me, my pain my discomfort my career my health, so why should i care about you, this life is all about me. Every morning the mirror, she counts the grey hairs, only twenty and going grey already, must change my shampoo.

It gets me going, makes me want to get out of bed, how else would i cope without it, it’s what i need, the first drink, the first pill, the first peak at the likes and dislikes board. heard it say, so and so had 50,000 followers, another had half a million, another had over a million, followers, the new term for friendship some used. Well, did any of them know each other, no.

Solomon recalled the old words, spoken by Jesus, they didn’t know me, but knew of me. It was one way of saying it, having eyes that see but see nothing at all, only me.

He’s Home

the wait was worth it, she was in the company of her father again, the sadness forgotten, the healing began. The sunshine arrives, and the smiles with it, almost magic, well it was, but sometimes we take it for granted, the way real friendship is. Solomon was reflecting on the events, the sense of wonder, the hope is real not imaginary. It was the child he sighed, the heart that is restless till the news arrives, your father is home, someone to stand up for you. The void in the hearts of so many, the vacuum that is waiting to be filled, the dealers and their syringes, the online trolls and their hatred of all that is good, imagine being a lone parent child, always waiting, imagine them as being connected to God, as they are, their calls seen as prayers, well i did give them the talent He says, what have they done. I’m a good child, i do what i am told and i clean up, i help, i do all the stuff, so where are you, your not home.

There were many in situations of influence who needed to be wary, at last. The signs from above, indicators of the existence of divine influence, it was just a question of heart and prayer. the door opens, the child lifts up, i can’t believe, the smile is huge, that’s the way it should be, amen. when they start making excuses, it’s time to close the ears.

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.

The Swedish Environmentalist

Can you say it slower please asked the chairman, it was a meeting about the changing environment and the need for a re think on the environment, and how everyone depended upon the environment staying safe to us, clean water, fresh air, etc. The worlds experts had gathered in Basel, expenses paid of course, none of them traveled without the guarantee, lodgings, expenses, time off, a four hour show, four days in all, but one days work at the conference, all say yes!. Did you get paid Hans for the last speech you gave, no Erika, but they are having a meeting about it, i had to stay at a four star hotel last time, everyone else was in the five star. I hear they put the Norwegians in a B/B, Hans laughed, they’d be happier in an igloo.

Can you say it slower, the chairman tapped his ear piece, i’m not getting sound hear, i can’t hear a thing, he makes the remark to a techy, who comes over and fumbles with a cable. Better much better he says. he looks down at the Swedish environmentalist, the question you were trying to ask, can you say it again, my hearing aid is working he smiles. She smiles at him, i was just wondering, is the environment capped with the physical environment, the same way the threat is measured by the melting ice caps, just saying.

I don’t understand what your saying, but we’ll get to it later, next.

Celebrity Mothers

The manicurist is extra careful, the last time she missed a nail, Miss Celeb let out a scream that could be heard on the east coast, well, imagine it, okay, it could have been the east coast of Russia, Japan, whatever, the naff terms we dish out. There is a photographer waiting for her outside, well, it’s her daughters first official snap shot. She doesn’t

wants the child to be overwhelmed, imagine, a hundred photographers rushing to take your image, what, that stuff in the past was reserved for war criminals usually, things have changed, and fear of people has fallen among the celebrity set since they can afford security, there is always the paycheck. Why would she want it any other way, it’s cash, plain and simple.

Solomon wondered, was it the role of children to protect their parents or was it the other way around. He thought about it, when they are strong and firm of mind, they tell you what to do, when your weak, they tell you what to do. It almost sounded like the law of the jungle. It still was hard to get a grip on; putting your children into the limelight with so many unsound people around. Blame the agent i suppose.

The Sex Life of a Flea

The botanist smiled, that will get their attention, everyone is addicted to it, every advertiser used it, and many, men women and children, were abused because of it. Sex. The rules of love for a common house flea, a mandatory visit to the bathroom, lots of stuff in there, attracts the female flies, a visit to the closet, lots more hiding in there, lunch time, a sugary treat, need energy to continue, back to the bathroom, more stuff, lots of others in there.

It’s the only word apart from Christmas that unites the races, the common denominator. Solomon smiled, if they start laughing at this,

it will take the biscuit. A woman goes to the doctor, my relationship is ebbing, he does not find me attractive, well, he doesn’t pay me enough attention. A man is getting advice on his new relationship, it takes time to make the current flow if you get my drift, if you are on automatic all the time, what does it say for you, all lit up in all the wrong areas looking for a place to go. The sex life of a common flea, i never thought that stuff was all that interesting. He read the headline, everyone will be giving it a second thought, what has this got to do with divine intervention and the creation of real love, nothing actually! amen.

The Small Child

H

e put his head down, the friends had gone home, he was there on his own. His friends made him forget, there were the good times, the way you can forget your troubles, the way the heart is put at ease. He watched from the window, the memories he had, they would stay with him for a while.

The need to escape, the routes we choose, the lonely walk the friends you meet along the way. Solomon was thinking, the refugee in all of us, and what an arrogant world so often forgot, the fate of others, it was their greatest mistake, trying to ignore it all. The mother is in a state, she will be beating him when the booze goes over the meter, and the neighbors will turn up the television, in the hope they wont hear and simply forget.

There was an appeal for help, the father held his small son, it was all he had,. his son, the warm arms of his prayerful father, Solomon was asking the Chief, to remind those in authority they had, this man was calling out loud, 24 trillion off shore, what was the excuse this time, amen. I’m hungry he sighs, his fathers eyes fill with tears, soon he replies. The famine in the hearts, and the need for a response, amen.