Love Me Love me Love Me…

She sulks on the bed, waiting, she is young, he loves me, he loves me, she keeps on telling herself, as if repeating the words will make it real, he loves me, why doesn’t he love, she repeats the mantra, imitating her teacher of yoga from the year before, her former lover. He was big into the mantra, her former yoga teacher, but the lines crossed, lust and need overcame any love that was there, same way the addict needs a hit. I’ll be angry all day unless you give me he says, and she willingly provided, he loves me she said, that was then. Now she waits for her new man to love her even more. A product of the new world, where access to all things, adult or otherwise is easy, she believes as many do, that giving is what love does, it gives. In this mood she repeats her mantra, love me love me, when she has said it a thousand times, it will become permanent in his life, and she will have him. she is an odd woman, born of the modern world.

Solomon sighs, what a conundrum to be in. Say you are of God, as many are, how can you love the Great God unless you love what he or she created. Solomon was reflecting on the words of Jesus; one of the few in terms of global influence among all religions, his words still true to this day. How can you love me if you don’t love those that love me, how can you. Jealous love destroys, real love inspires.

Her relationship takes the familiar pattern; intensity, the burn out, the end. Love only wants the best for you, amen.

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More Valued Than Gold…

Mavis is laughing, her gummy mouth is in the shape of an arc, She can’t believe her nephew’s story, he is not sure how to re act, I just got the sack and she is laughing. It’s the first time she heard something so silly, it brings her back to a time, they were part of a crowd, all girls, Elvis had come to town, boy she wished she’d legs worth looking at. God can do anything, she hears the voice, did you say something, Jimmy shakes his head, raises his eyebrows, the old dear is losing her head, it won’t be long now he sighs to himself. Mavis listens to the voice in her head, she can’t stop smiling, is it you she sighs, she recalls her deceased husband, jimmy assumes she is totally loosing it, well, something they have in common, both on the loosing side.

 

It’s mid day, the trolley girl comes in, Mavis your looking an awful lot better she says, Mavis smiles. He’s my nephew she says, her voice clear, and precise, not the usual slow hiss. Marion, the nurse, looks at Jimmy, you have a talent for waking the Spirit, maybe you have a talent for that she says. She is cute he thinks, he is nearly afraid to look her in the eye, they might ban him from the old folks home, he gets over the thought, Maybe that is not a bad idea he replies, I just lost my job…

Mavis hears the voice in her head, God Most High can do anything, you just have to believe.

The Great Reaction

He said there was a safe place, a bunker built in the event of a grand storm, she hid her pain in her clothing a memorial to hurt, at every opportunity she was ready to raise that hate filled voice, the repairs were going to be a godsend to many thousands of relief workers, mothers could look forward to Christmas knowing he’d be working till Christmas and beyond, we haven’t seen one of those for a while said the senator, he traveled down to see the damage for himself, and the pictures would go well with his version of history, that was when i went to the aid of the hurricane victims, really granddad, it was news in many different forms, the lucky the sad and the prospectors.

Solomon encountered the Holy Spirit, and wrote about it almost daily, in order for others to be informed, divine intervention and real love was connected as they say, and it was the duty of the religious communities to make this clear, not to hide the great truth from everybody. The only call they were making this morning was to their insurance companies, the lucky ones who had it covered, meanwhile, they would go on printing inexhaustible supplies of paper money, while telling everyone they had to tighten their belts, S

olomon didn’t think so, amen.

The Hostile Child

Hostile child,

very shady,

uncontrollable maybe,

forever questioning,

must be lazy,

wont do what he’s told,

arrogant and pushy too,

teacher investigates,

parents interrogated,

get him medication,

that’s the cure,

suddenly dim,

lights out,

everything normal again,

relief all round,

job done,

child incapacitated,

one of us again,

well not anymore,

says hostage child,

the lenghts they go

to control everyone,

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to control everyone, well not anymore,