Man Woman Love God

The old man read the report, the old guard, loyal but out of touch, he read the words again, Luigi, bring me a brandy, make it a double, are you sure Father, the old man nods, who needs to read this stuff, he throws the paper on the table, grabs the brandy, his young assistant smiles, he didn’t think the old man could move so fast, like a spider about to zap a fly. Man and Woman he cried, what have they got to do with love, it was my creation from the beginning, what do they know. He holds out the brandy glass, Waterford crystal of the old days, heavy lead, not that brittle stuff they call crystal these days.

Men of God, the old man sighed, what had women and men to do with it anyway, they are just instruments, all of them, mere instruments, so they live in harmony when they are good to each other, who in the Holy Name doesn’t know that. In another corner of Rome, two other men sit in front of a roaring fire, sipping old wine. There will be no women in the brotherhood Jack, not after that book you wrote. The Young Cardinal smiles, they are two men tied to an ancient past, but who failed to understand, that God was the Love inside them. They plan on seizing control of the world.

It could be worse, say a big pharmaceutical

research company owning say, an old folks home…well…

True Love

The power of the prophets, the foundations of every great relationship, True Love. Solomon sighed, the Heavenly Father never lets down his own, he might rebuke them, teach them, spoil them occasionally, but he always acts out of love.

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Panic Attacks

can’t sleep, can’t think, I’m going to drown, i can’t eat, no buzz from the TV, the soaps no longer is attractive, can’t concentrate, chaos, it sounds like the morning of the super bowl, and your the quarter back, well it isn’t, the old guard have realized it’s no longer the same, and in some ways we have Donald Trump to thank, and the series of extreme thinkers, the political far right, they have wakened to world, and the heart is rising again in the strangest of places, amen. Okay, lets admit it, we don’t want the neat cappuccino set explain the world to us, and those who have their style guru advising them what to wear every morning, do we! Building their own Kingdoms while complaining about the current status of the competition, is in no ones interest only theirs. Ordinary people have come to realize they can have a say in matters after all, and isn’t that empowerment, as all the new age guru’s say. Perhaps you could be in Love, that’s another matter.

Solomon was after reading a story, and it reminded him of our need for Love and how easy it is to try to control it. In a nutshell, if you put the Love of God ahead of your own love, you have a perfect outcome. I’m seeing someone else she says, he hits a deep depression, rage anger sexual jealousy, I’ve lost her, I’ll get even, must ring the friends, warn them, panic attack, hot breath, deep chest movements, bitch, she is smiling as she says it too. Who is he, God she smiles, he suddenly relaxes, who can compete with that, no one, panic attack over, amen.

Standing

The Amazon, the oceans, the animals facing extinction, the children sexualised, well all of us if we are honest, the warnings, the opportunities, poisoning the planet to extract from it, same as poisoning the mind so you can steal from it, the cultures lost, the wisdom with it, and now, Standing Rock, sometimes you have to make a stand General Custer, amen.

Is it only me!

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try to explain despite all the pleas, the hurt that the world creates,

but on countless occasions after trauma’s and invasions, i sometimes

think it’s not worth it, is it only me

I’m simple you see no flash suits or glee, but i fear the pain when i see the

strain, in the child that hides that smile, obvious to all with a heart you see,

i wonder is it only me

fear and pain that society creates in hearts that were once young and free,

sends waves of horrors roaring out of the great seas, it makes me wonder this great

waste, is it only me

i forget for a while till the next tsunami arrives when it’s fresh again in the mind,

the world goes  into mourning worldwide then forgets when the disaster subsides,

perhaps it’s only me

so off i go to Tennessee till the next time i imagine till it starts over again,

when my hair goes grey my teeth yellow and and my heart begins to ache,

as i watch it happen all over again, is it only me!