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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Mother and Child

The line is getting close to the check out, she holds her daughter’s hand tight. In a few hours, she will be in another world, a little frightened the way all new visitors feel, when they are somewhere new. Young, too young, she rebelled and ran away from home, that was ten years ago. twenty six now, with a three year old child, she made friends with the first man that seemed okay, she is wiser now, back then she was on the run. She reflects while she stands inline, her life has changed, the small hand in hers, a new responsibility. To be free from the influence, her boy friend so controlling, she hated the life, maybe that’s how a mother feels. She looks at the small human being holding her hand, her life line to the world, yes, that’s me she says to herself. Why has this child taken over my life; she laughed when she heard of friends with children on the way, the way they acted, pretending she imagined; how can one person have such a hold on your life.

The desk assistant smiles when she proffers her pass port. She reaches over the desk, catches sight of the little girl;. going to a new world she says with a smile. The little girl looks at her Mother, hopeful.

Solomon sighed, how many were on the road to freedom across the world. Compassion, love and charity, the very basics required of all those who called themselves believers, amen.

Her hands

she doesn’t grip the way she did before, it’s a struggle to open the blister pack but she manages. I need a cure, she sighs, she has a picture of him on her side board, what will i do, her hands. A radio blares to life, the neighbor next door is hard of hearing, so the music is up loud, not that again, then the tune begins, one they used to listen to, he passed away a year before and she misses him, your hands he used to say, they are so fine. They played piano so well, now they hardly worked, amen.

In the world of the old, it was lonely and hard to get on, lonely and afraid of the night, when she was with him, well she never had to worry. The tune plays on, the memory comes back, she hears a noise at the door, gets up slowly and pats over to the door, it’s James he says, he is her nephew, he has come to lend her his hands.

Many hands ease the load, many hearts working and the love flows.

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.

Another Line Please

Great stuff, go on try some, it arrived in the stomach of a young girl

trafficked from Honduras, one of many who made the trip, she survived obviously, but they are lining up to take the chance. Your line is bigger than mine, he adds more, can you see the crystals there, it’s actually crushed glass, it add’s weight but it does give the glittering affect, see those crystals sweetie, just for you, He holds her hair as she bends lower, doesn’t want to disturb the other lines, his friends, well friends is too strong a word, once the police break through the door they will not know him, they will publicly disown him, next please. She rubs her nose, the glass begins to irritate, she’s part of the club now. I think we have a role for you young lady says the script writer/seducer, would you like another line, Please!

Sharing the Wealth

leadership by example, well, I’m going to give all my supporters a half price stay in my Clare golf resort, Doonbeg, a free round of golf in Scotland to all who contribute to my campaign, a ticket in the national lottery to everyone, free mini skirts to all my female admirers, and that’s just for starters, and by jeepers, that’s going to cost me a lot of dollars, smiles Donald, did i leave anyone out, a new apartment for … promise us the moon while your at it, the children in Detroit are still waiting, while the land of the billionaires passes the buck, but it’s not their bucks, but they use them widely to alter your opinion of them, they own the TV station your watching, act as if they are God’s, while never sharing the wealth, amen.

The role of women sighed Solomon, least they were fully connected to their children, and unlike men, or many of them, they didn’t dump them for a younger love life, willingly become part time fathers, modern world thinking. If there was a step in the right direction, it was the last election, and the issue of color

, and responsible fatherhood, well, often was the image of Barack, with his family. Now it was the time of women, and their role in the world, not that elections would alter all that much, but once respect for women was elevated, as it would surely, a new outlook would be imprinted in the minds of the young, despite the old boy’s brigade attempt to control everything, sharing the wisdom was better than sharing the wealth, amen.

In My Way…

He side steps, doesn’t notice her, doesn’t notice her eyes, if she smiles, the frowns, way she dress’s, nothing, he notices nothing at all, he’s programmed, a robot, she has nothing he wants, she’s in the way. He stares across the counter, wonders what he needs, will he buy her a gift, will he buy some wine, will he, well if he wants something he usually gets it, that’s his way.  Modern successful man with ambition, everyone is in his way, can charm as good as Donald, builds up the network, works it day by day, if you are of use to me, well that’s the way the world operates he says, all busy just don’t get in my way. his relationships, they have never been successful, his children tell him what to do, his wife threatens to divorce him regularly, she’s got a good job doesn’t need his support, but he brings out the thrash and is warm on those long cold winter nights, no wonder, he wants it his way, some of the time.

looking for an excuse, you will be blinded by the options, there are so many who just want to blame someone, someone just as you, and me, and him and her, Donald

trump if you are a democrat, Hillary if your the other side, God if your an insincere prayer, it’s just one big circus out there. Solomon was reading an article, the outrage at what, last years hurricane victims forgotten, the fifty million killed in world war two, faintly a memory now. It starts with beginnings, and today was and is, the beginning,  amen.