What’s The Thrill

Do you get a thrill when you see the blood splatter the wall, what  next, is the torn dress a turn on, is the look of fear in her honey blond eyes an aphrodisiac, a blood thirst, the ripped blouse, the appearance of her breast, you want to see more, is this why they write it, the thrill, do we need to fill the mind, are some things meant not to be said, the expression in her eyes, the spittle on the cheek, the tongue licking the blood from the lip, is it a turn on, how images fill the head, the imagination, why do we want to fill the heads this way, is there something else?

If that’s a thrill, imagine the feeling

When This Happens

Are you ready?

when you see the Real Spirit flying high around you, you realise you have a heavenly arsenal of the nuclear type at your finger tips, what thrill would you prefer, the quick fix or the eternal good feeling, the power that demons dread, and you have a mother load, and it’s as simple as writing it, you soon forget the beating, the harm, the real thing, the news the world wants to hear, the only news the demons dread, as Leonard says, there is no cure for this, how beautiful is that, something worth waiting for, and it’s real,

Spirit Resurrected,

Amen

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is it normal to smile?

Surely, ma, she watches her mother cover up, the eyes, why only the eyes, a smile is an expression of the entire face,  she little girl looks, her mother covers up before going out, what is the problem, she is too young to understand, a rule was made and that was that, it was nothing to do with God, but they tell her it is. Expression of the face, telling and learning, happy or sad, why the hysteria, it’s plain and simply odd. Coming to terms with customs, women were burned for having ideas once, do you hide your smile because your afraid, what does it say. Solomon was gazing out on a beautiful day, and wondered how it felt, having to cover up. The children reared, what did they make of it, did it not convey a false truth, women covered men doing what they like, prejudice passed on, it was against the wisdom of love, no one owned it, it was borrowed and handed back when that part of the journey was over. For those who accepted that Jesus was a great prophet, why did they ignore a fundamental truth, why did Jesus spend his free time with women, why did Martha wipe his feet with her hair. is it normal to smile, only when you don’t offend anyone. The world was under going great change, but there were those who pretended to notice, did they see the cloud, amen.

Voodoo Child

There has to be someway out of here, Jimi Hendrix, words written a long time ago, imagine the frightened child, here, there or in Aleppo. The joker cries, the thief inspired, I’ve seen the light he says. The mother groans, the small child is bleeding, the operation has been a success, the strange priest decree’s, she is safe she is safe, from what Jimi asked. Imagine, cutting young women and children in the name of God. Solomon was saying it, few in those parts were afraid to mention it, they are stronger, the women in fear, 200 million across the world and more, cut for no other reason, other than being the voodoo child. Jesus came to tell them to stop, none of that stuff was necessary, his father had no time for it. Reading about it in the news, he hoped Mrs Clinton would cross the winning line, even to lift the women in those far off places as well, amen.

is there money in this chuck!

father is dragged in by the police,

abusive behavior report filed,

children involved you serious,

what’s going on charlie,

let’s call in the newspapers,

there’s a runner here i tell you,

and some cash for us afterwards!

human nature got to love it,

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All About me

no one more important,

than little old me i guess,

only time i go and protest,

when it’s all about me,

the dealer in the neighborhood,

they live so far away,

the pointing of the fingers,

way over there you see,

and as per the usual,

nothing ever gets done,

til it happens i guess,

to poor little me!

don’t it make you wonder,

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Syrian Skies

refugees rushing the border,

the Iranians pushing wildly,

pope visiting congress,

Russians appearing happy,

Saudi going it alone,

mothers children weeping,

in the name of what,

whose fooling who!,

few good Samaritans,

confusion owns me.

Image from above,

one with blog,

it’s very real,

reform says He,

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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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