Flight of Destiny….. could be a diva’s dream….

 

 

The wings rise in union, the small creature is carrying a message, destiny calls, obstacles in the sky, the usual predators and obstacles, and the latest threats, the magnified air, the invisible microwaves, can send the radar spinning, little dove is one of many, that have set off before, it’s a journey across the world. Little heart, she recalls the day she was born, the shell cracked open, it wasn’t easy, she had to move around until it fell away. Interesting, you noticed everything around you, the beginning, your first breath of fresh air. Never did you imagine you’d be flying high up there, even if you were made for the journey, it’s a surprise every time, the lift and you’re airborne, no jet or exhaust fumes. Sally flaps her wings, a little slower than before, her tempo is slowing, it will soon be time to rest.  Rather than cross the ocean at the widest point, when the others didn’t return, it was decided you’d cross as much land, in case it was the water that caused their demise. You are trying to follow the map, but you found out early, that even the landmarks had changed, cities where there were towns, but some are still there. A church steeple or another holy place, the only places where you can find safe nights rest, clouds on the horizon too, rain, it only adds weight, normally it wouldn’t matter, but this was not a normal journey, the message you carry, has the key that will open the gates of Heaven. A couple is getting married, and your arrival at a certain perch will be a sign, then the book is revealed, the holy men and women will unite.

The rise in electronic masts, the waves, the frequencies they interfere with, is putting your navigation skills to the test, but your one of the last ones, they said you did not fly that fast, lucky for you, it is giving you time to circle problems rather than immerse in them. The wings are heavy, you have been flying a Lindbergh, non-stop for five hours, you need a rest. It’s essential, put the wings down and have a good eat.

There is no need to carry anything, otherwise, you don’t fly, one of the great secrets, you and your kind know too well. The way humans worry, there you are waiting to gather a few crumbs, the conversations you hear, when they are troubled help is sent to them, an army of flying helpers, everyone has a specific purpose. The mind is tired, and you need to stay focused, the old teachers words, the reason you and all you feathery creatures were created, at the time, perhaps too young, you thought it was an exaggeration, now, in this time of stress, what you thought was an excess, it holding you in shape, strange words you sigh, the ache on the wing is forgotten, you could fly for hours if you stayed in this frame of mind.

Haven’t been home in a year, what is taking so long, when you get there you will be on time, what sort of timetable is this, that’s what they said to you at the beginning, what planning, you can never lose, then you remember the month you spent in the sun, unplanned, but you were having doubts, and the company was great.  Fresh homegrown bread with lots of grains every morning, berries and all sorts of fruit, some you only heard of, served to you every morning by the gentle mullah, while there was a war going on in all directions, maybe it was wise to stay when you did. Two weeks at the monastery, they treated you as if you were a royal guest, boy did you live it up that fortnight and put on a couple of ounces you had to shed before you were able to take flight. There, you spot the steeple, the head changes, you turn the flaps on your wing, you do a recognisance, there could be a hidden mast, and that’s an experience you don’t want to repeat, sent you off course for five hundred miles, your lower in the sky, you do a second pass, nothing dangerous, it’s a real monastery, not one of those private homes, it’s safe to land.  Some damn map you say.

 

 

She wakes from her dream, her first interview today, a young aspiring actor, she has a big heart, wants to play those roles that inspire, give heart, if only she can overcome those obstacles. Her bedroom door opens, her breakfast, eggs benedict, her eyes lift, just the start I needed……what a dream, imagine being a little white dove, do you know what that means….

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Surviving Harvey!

The weather man called, Harvey is on the loose and he is coming after us, scary. Hurricane time, a whiplash of energy, felt in places far and wide. You don’t mean the other Harvey, what, the other Harvey, he sighs:

“that’s as old as the bible almost”

what do you mean by that jack she asks, a hammer in her hand, she is about to batten down the windows, she wants none of Harvey getting in. Another nail should do it, she flicks the hammer, and with new England determination hits it in the head, won’t be able to tear that one.

“what’s as old as the bible” she asks, a little exhausted from her efforts. Can you get me a glass of water dear. Great woman he sighs, she’s been with him for over thirty years, and it still feels like the first time, every day he wakes up. Do you want ice with that, no answer. She’s reading an article from the New York Express, a recent new start up. In it’s efforts to gain readers, it has sensationalized the Harvey Weinstien story, has interviews with thirty of the so called victims, so it claims, much of it made up. But in the aftermath of the scandal that is no surprise, everyone knew since the time of Marilyn what was going on, from President Kennedy to Sam the mafia head.

“be nice to the man honey he can make your career” advice the agents give regularly, to their new clients list when it comes to interview

This is terrible she says, as he places the glass on the reading table beside her. Her fingers are drumming up and down on the hammer, playing an imaginary tune.

“it all goes back to the way women were described all those years ago, even the fundamentalists take advantage of this, the religious fundamentalists that is.”

She shakes her head, what do you mean she asks. Is she being naive he wonders, he smiles. He knows her too long, she just loves hearing explanations and how it all ties in with the past.

“woman is the servant of man, and must do what the man asks”

who said that she asks.

Marriage rules of old dear, glad you are a twenty first century woman dear.

But that is the opposite to what Jesus said about it, he said men and women were equal, how did so many get it wrong.

That’s my point darling, don’t blame Harvey, it’s purely old habits passed on. This is going to be a gold fest for lawyers everywhere from what I am reading.

All about me….

there is nothing more important than me, my pain my discomfort my career my health, so why should i care about you, this life is all about me. Every morning the mirror, she counts the grey hairs, only twenty and going grey already, must change my shampoo.

It gets me going, makes me want to get out of bed, how else would i cope without it, it’s what i need, the first drink, the first pill, the first peak at the likes and dislikes board. heard it say, so and so had 50,000 followers, another had half a million, another had over a million, followers, the new term for friendship some used. Well, did any of them know each other, no.

Solomon recalled the old words, spoken by Jesus, they didn’t know me, but knew of me. It was one way of saying it, having eyes that see but see nothing at all, only me.

Did it open your ears!!

What, she’s a brawler, from jersey, his ears are bleeding, she shouts cause he’s half deaf. Did you see the way she dressed, what, what, what is she asking anyway, don’t suppose Donald trump would be impressed he says under his breath, his hearing is perfect, it’s all part of an act, the stuff he got away with over the years. Did you see my stick, he walks with an aid, she looks around the apartment, she put it somewhere. They keep each other busy while deceiving each other, she minds him, and he mines her. Healthcare, they are going to cut your health care Louis, What!, did it open your ears. Those who lived with the golden spoon in their mouths were telling the poor how to live, sounded a bit french, Mary Antoinette

, what a poor dress sense, with all those high collars, when she hadn’t a head on her at all. ears, she never used them anyway, what good were they, Healthcare!

Gay Bums and Ass’s

A bum or an ass, the corruption of language, the double meaning, it was about the context, the timing changed the meaning, over a cloud, upon a cloud, under a cloud, the meaning of sky, who could understand it, only those supposed to understand it, amen.

Betrayed with a kiss, saved by a kiss, it was all very strange. Was there someone watching, how we rush to judge, prepared to react, how fickle the mind, how weak the heart, it ran hand in hand.  It was easy to assault the senses, particularly if wound up emotionally.

There were those who read minds, understood our ways, could plan our reactions, fallen angels some of them, others too. Solomon ignored routine for good reason. It wasn’t accidental. Twin worlds, two halves to every life, male and female, which one dominates, decided everything. Finding balance, never easy, especially when pushed.

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I’m For The Birds

Baby bird sits quietly in the tree,

waiting patiently the way a baby bird be’s,

starts to smile when he see mammy in the sky,

coming home with dinner just for little old me,

wont be long before he fills his little tummy,

and the next day mammy goes out does it all again,

she don’t get distracted or lose focus,

she’s a mother and that’s her responsibility,

dad bird comes smelling of beer and sweet perfume,

mammy stares over  doesn’t have to wonder where he’s been,

of course that only happens to the human type,

animals birds fish and others of the species don’t have this problem,

next time you are called animal assume it a compliment,

it’s not the birds bees fish or anything of the animal world,

that has been raiding their own environment,

with the view to exploitation and profiting from it,

I’m for the birds,

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