The Battle Rages

Nothing is impossible. nothing, North Korea, the dark kingdom, opening up, it is a start, two arch enemies reaching out a hand, the regular pharisee minded, complaining as usual, as if they are loosing some ground, their dreaded predictions not so dreadful after all, another brick in the wall is loose, while the battle flares elsewhere. How often do we castigate those who reach out, while saying it needs to be done, while doing nothing at all, but complaining. The more we learn about each other, the easier we are to understand, how stupid is that.

Solomon sighed, the stuff so many hide inside, when all they have to do is talk about it, amen.

Cut to the Mexican Border, over simple law separation time, children from Parents, in cages, not the version of the U.S, you want to imagine, well, it’s happening, amen.

Complete Strangers…

Out for the night, it’s Friday, have been working all week, now it’s me time, and what’s better than meeting a complete stranger, and letting it all hang out, right, am I right or not, just think about it, no strings, no guilt, no anxieties, pure contact with another soul, so you think, the excitement, good or bed, the risk gets you high thinking about it, right.

No one knows your faults, your true self you never have to be, no discussion about troubled relatives, no shit to say about your job, or the trouble you had all week, you got the mobile phone to do all that, well don’t you. Three in the morning, alone, the head spinning, the booze running you, you think your being yourself, won’t do it again.

Complete strangers; there are so many avenues to choose from, could be a hobby group, people you have something in common with, it could be a game of golf on a new golf course, or perhaps, the last person you met online, the total stranger in the room. You discuss your likes and dislikes, the stuff you prefer, you can get intimate, you can lie.

Complete strangers, and what is worst you say, not that it’s bad all the time; it’s the habit being formed, the useless connections to stranger, strangers, stuff you warn children of. She plays with the phone, there is a movie on, you watch she twiddles her thumbs, your now the stranger in the room, what about that for a turnaround, you the stranger now.

Solomon sighed, so much contact, so little discussion, so many people feel like this, why were so many saying nothing, just putting up with it. Well, if i’m bored i can always check the mobile I

suppose, amen.

The Gallery Girl

Nerves, a shake of the hand, the opening of the exhibition, will there be anyone around. She read the blurb, how they extol the works of those long gone, who didn’t make a penny from it, yet they praise them all around, for the cost of buying the art today. The Gallery girl has no such illusions; she has heard all the talk, knows a certain truth, nobody does it for cash, they do it to show off the talent, a form of Gift, amen.

In war truth suffers first, the latest blockbuster about the Vietnam war, another example. Then it’s the artists, did the Dixie Chicks…

Dixie chicks really complain about the war in the Middle east, a million dead and injured many years later, on account of the rush to the front, like all artists, those with minds of their own, they offer a truth of their own.

How will God judge the exhibition, she is a believing gal; her talent is obvious, a gift. Will he wonder from exhibit to exhibit, or just look at the price tag and decide. Imagine it, God and the price we put on everything, in order to justify doing something about it; Gallery Girl Hurry up, there is an opening there for you too.

Tony Soprano and the Jury

That’s not how it works, it’s different, the men are arranged around a table, it’s judgement day and the news is not as expected, a twit found the funding and made a movie about the commencement of the Vietnam war, it’s released the same day as the  men with canes and worn walks have to attend a special hearing of the heavenly commission, the life they lived is being weighed up. On account of the authority they yielded, they are seen as high value persons.

Everyone is treated the same, whether your a made man or not!,  Tony adds with a half smile, and points at each one of them; you all had a hand in this man made mess, so what do you have to say for yourselves. An old man opens his mouth when his dentures fall out, his jaw continues shaking as he tries to put the dentures back in. The old geezer sitting next to him says “why don’t you try super glue, that way they’ll never fall out!”

This is serious says big Tony, there is only so much; a room load outside awaits the decision, the minions of these once powerful men.

So what have you to say about yourselves?

Old Alfred turns to George, “I told you we should never have got rid of Kennedy!”

What’s Kennedy got to do with this asks Tony, who is the Heavenly district attorney, he senses an even bigger scalp.

“Kennedy, a peace loving Irish dumb ass, what does he know about business except for his Father who bought it for him!”