Boy, going home to what, who cares anyway, what does love feel like, never experienced it, bag of fries, two cans, fills the tummy, soon as I can, getting out of this, amen, politicians, who needs them, I don’t, sentiment of half the world, others well what you think, same old day, same old welcome, no encouragement ever, daddy never saw him, what does this world want, if you want steal it, easier with a briefcase, it was always easy for them, talent given poor decision, whose in charge of this mess, the little red devil and pals, warm welcome assured, for him and his henchmen, elite no more, they wait at the furnace door, why should I care anyway, young man thinks, grows more resolute by the day, plans and plots, white powder every one is using, mix in more of that crap, high and mighty but alone, he bitches about taxes, never paid them anyway, another poster another fraud, doesn’t his friends cruise for young ones, met him years ago gave me the clap, gun violence only protection gone wrong, never meant to use them, things got out of hand, another spell in prison, new lessons learned in this merry go round, God are you up there, of course I am son, just waiting for you to trust in me, amen..
Road to freedom, she sighed, on board, her children by her side, hungry but hopeful, she smiled as the captain asked her to go below, they knew it was illegal, just trying to escape a living hell, she took the youngest in her arms, their father waiting for them, trying to provide a safe haven, to begin all over again, fleeing tyranny the so called righteous caused. With every voyage there is hope, there is risk, when escaping a living death, you will try anything, same way a junkie chooses the needle, only much worse.
The sea was rising, boat swelled up, unused to the water, they became alarmed, moved like frightened sheep. Then tragedy struck, rest is history. Solomon sighed, their plight the result of corruption, the evil minded caused the wars, created the divisions, meddlers and their patriotic cries, the Charlie brown syndrome, the war that finished the Afghanistan, supported by opportunists, those looking after their own interests, a common book of wisdom would have achieved so much, the way a respected poet gets a good ear, the voice that resonates.
Hungry, were they ever, hungry, those that made decisions, Solomon was evening the odds, those weeds needed uprooting` and he’d reason to act, they never listen, Solomon was reminiscing, driven from sleep, the hearts of the hungry ones, was there no man among them, any of them, the righteous leaders, far away the fire, the home troubles ignored, it wasn’t wisdom, to think they could overcome the laws of love and survive, who were they serving, the words of Jesus rang true, spoken 2,000 years earlier, still held sway today, the rulers of this world accountable, and it was all known, every devious secret, even the deceivers, everything was known to God Most High.
a world that offered addiction as the main course, was depressing, nobody put it in perspective, support stage, not when developed, the message had to be as clear as the clouds on a pure sky blue day, unmissable, if the religious were going to deny it, Solomon was going to shout it, reform meant differently, not mentioning the stuff you wanted heard, might appear a big ask, but that cloud that appeared was not imaginary, regardless of the impact, imagine it!, image from the heavens appears in the news, would change human thinking, the Moses thing thought Solomon, what else,
wisdom herself was helping, he’d put the idea in her lap, something that needed doing, finally he saw the resources he needed arriving, amen
….well his prayer was wisdom drenched, it would get a hearing, the angels had another work load, their holidays over. Hunger was an avalanche every day in the lives of hungry children, and pure misery to the heart of every watching mother, an opportunity to those seeking to radicalize, and an opening for those with perverse minds, from every angle it was a disaster, simply eating less would have solved the issue years earlier, rather than those five star state banquets, amen…,
This is not two thousand years, this is the opportunity of eternity, this is not waiting for Godot, this is the heart of every child waiting, hoping to see love come in the door, this is the woman deserted and unloved, this is the call of all lifetimes, this is not sentimental or unfair, this is the call for great change, this is the bell that needs to be heard, this is not a time for timid behavior, this is not a time for settling scores, this is the time to give it your all, this is the day you are reborn, this is the opportunity few ever get near to, this is not an escape but a future, this is now and love makes it happen, hiding behind numbers and games of scrabble, it’s simply not acceptable at this time, the signs are in the heavens and sky, the messages the reminders the repeating numbers, it’s called doing and believing without doubts, when God Most High calls you take notice, the image of the men in the sky, it’s 100% real, amen., you are not expected to get ready, when you are called you are deemed ready by divine authority, its’ really that simple, amen. One God One Love No Religion No Fear Pure Wisdom. If you want to be like the Pharisees of old, accept their fate…
The anniversary of the escape, of Patrice Lumumba, and who was Patrice Lumumba. It’s not a name of celebration, If you are President Eisenhower, Allen Dulles, or a member of the C.I.A., it’s a day of great shame and uncalculated harm. Mr Patrice Lumumba was the First Prime Minister of Congo. On account of his unwillingness to co-operate with the interests of the west, a coup was planned and executed, with the assistance of the above named individuals, who had him replaced with a dictator. The Congo was on the path to freedom, lead by a pro Congolese who wanted the resources of the Congo for the people of the Congo. Sadly Mr Patrice Mulumba was re captured and tortured to death. The history of Congo has been a disaster ever since, rifled top to bottom. The church enquiry in 1975 clarifies this in it’s findings. While History is history, 53 years to the day, the celebration of Thanksgiving occurs today, the day of his escape from custody. In the aftermath of this atrocity against democracy, it opened the gates of Hell upon the world. Many great men were removed from office by similar means in the sixties, not excluding the great Mr Kennedy. May God bless them all. The number of wars that occurred since then, the damage they caused, the affects today, unimaginable, the flow of injustice that occurred, hard to contemplate. Remembering Thanksgiving, remembering the children of the Congo, amen.
Whose up there, whose looking down, can we control them, use blackmail then, find the weakness, everyone has one, old Chinese proverb, dumb them down, find them a cause, sort out the sparks, large crowd gathers, ambitious to the last, climbing over each other, trying to get a handle, hoping it will last, ant hill of humanity, political minded, heading where you wonder, God Most High smiles, something to cheer for, honest souls among them, sends in the angels, gives clear instruction, wonders why the delay, children crying out, women in fear everywhere, demon supporters choking on conceit, diet for rest of life, corruption meter bursts, repairman sent to help, need a new one, start all over again, third time lucky smiles the Lord, the blessed trinity, united at last, if only life was a game, was to those who tore it asunder, to those who plunder, to the corrupt net-workers, ladder is now electrified, only good souls capable, sounds like heaven on earth tonight, amen.
What is it, where does it come from, is it talent, how is it used, can it be renewed, does it pass to the next generation, can we improve it, what is the human input, does it need certain conditions for it’s replenishment, there’s a lot to wisdom, and never before has there been a dire need for it as now, in terms of how we apply it. one thing for sure, wisdom is divine, and as with talent, has been abused regularly. And if wisdom comes from the divine source, and can be stated without doubt, proved, and presented to be just as stated here, divine and priceless, then have a look at the image of the man in the sky, it will open your mind. As the saying goes, realizing that God Most High is a real person, a real God, and believing it, should ease tensions everywhere, pass the image on, and bring some peace to your neighborhood, amen.