Seeking Perfection

She has shoes with holes, it’s raining, the toes squelch, she can hear the noise, she walks even slower, she is embarrassed, doesn’t want her friends to know. A dry table, a place to sit, a cup of tea or coffee, a few minutes to sip,

to rest, to feel normal, is like seeking perfection. Her home is now a dorm, her needs are met, you could call her lucky, her doctor tells her she is all right. A little mental instability, it spiraled, she lost control in a rage, picked up a bottle, lost her home, an apartment, when they sent her to jail. Lucky girl, it was one of those modern facilities; a case of a little business, when the Government farmed out the prison service, how you farm out care, is one of those mysteries, in a world seeking perfection. $$$$

Solomon read the old story tellers lament; the lack of literacy, and the inherent problems that it causes, and how its’ revealed in the prison population. No one cares said the old sage, it’s been like this for ages and gets worse as time lengthens. So many worry about the perfect smile, are the teeth straight, how can I get my lips to pout, do you think it would be better with highlights, the hair, do I really need a second face lift; choices.

It’s how you spend your time; seeking perfection, its’ the eye of the worrier, amen.

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Not Another Boring Day….

The bed is so comfy, the dread of the office, you might even pick up a cold, everyone is complaining of the virus, another one does it’s rounds. You pull the covers a little higher, it’s safe in there, and warm, the thought of cold water on your face, the shock of it, is there anything better to do, and don’t forget the mouthwash, nay, I’d rather stay in bed and have a few beers, reflect on the times I was young and brave, and there was a cause to fight for, those were the days. The clock buzzes, the repeat alarm, who invented such a thing, same as adds on the TV, thank god for the world that allows us watch TV without having to digest the adds. The media influence is slipping and the people are finding their voice, amen.

The rules, you can’t eat this, and that is bad for you too, seems like you will have to dump the contents of the fridge again, third time in a month. Too much money perhaps, and no common sense, your thinking all the time while under the duvet. You recall that movie, the guy takes out the friends Ferrari, Ferris someone or other, you remember, it was a few years ago, the stuff you remember, it was years ago, still you recall, not so bad, your testing the old grey matter, nothing wrong with it. Time to call in a sickie, one less in the office, temporary staff will get a call, someone will eat an unexpected lunch, even better, a child will get an unexpected treat, courtesy to your non arrival at work, ever see it like that, possibly not, you know now, so what are you waiting for.

Stuff you used to do, and still want to, the mornings under the duvet. You are not getting up for work you say, the words you used long ago when the pillow was not empty, the damn rules and the fear it spreads. Impressionism wasn’t painting in the fifteenth century, but it was many years later, and possibly the most sought after art there is today, everything changes. You grab the duvet and smile, you are still willing to risk it, and it feels good.

Solomon sighed, I will have to get a regular job one day, but today I’m going to be me. The rules, even Jesus had to put up with the jibes, well, he was stealing the power of the so called rulers of the day, so they imagined, well he wasn’t, it was just an awful lot easier when you say it as it is, and stop the acting as so many of them did, in order to secure their jobs and the power they held. A reminder to everyone, you can change it any given day, and once you understand that and think how others feel, the world around you brightens up, and all despair just leaves you, you just have to imagine it.

Bob Dylan, it’s his birthday…

lay lady lay, what a memory that was, baby blue, the memories, the blowing wind, the change, the rhythms, the couldn’t care less attitude, dam will speak to you when i feel like it, tangled up in blue, oh mercy, what good am I, what if, the man in the long black coat, the unforgettable lyrics, the twang voice, that wasn’t a voice at all, a heart, that still touches, what a legacy to reflect upon, at seventy seven, not that he gives a damn. Still listening to him after all these years, who can say that, very few, but teachers all, God Bless you Bob, thanks.

The Chase

A waltz that never ends till the last breath leave you, the story of your life the start, the care, the nurture, the ageing, the disabilities and the truth of who you are, the chase. Life is more than this, have you often spun those words around in your head, there has to be more than this, it’s a phrase so many have spoken, what is it that we are living for. What is the role of your existence, it’s the billion dollar question so many want the answer to, who are we.

Fulfillment comes in many guises, the house is not big enough and my libido sucks, if i had a younger partner and a larger house, then i might be happy. Wasn’t it a paradox, the more you are of this world the more disappointing it becomes. Spiritual faith was the anchor to keeping your feet on the ground. It promoted a certain way of thinking, and it decided how you treated others, it was not complicated, it certainly wasn’t a chase for worldly riches.

You are old and you need medical assistance, you didn’t pay enough insurance, and you discover you now can’t access it. The world according to the material, and the world according to the Spiritual, one could invoke the help of God Most High, the other could invoke the help of men, one was free choice, the other came with a price. Solomon had a meeting with a non believer, a sturdy non believer, practical. He didn’t share the faith, but then again he could not imagine the experience.

There is calm in the house, there is no demon running in and out, the voices are soft. In a matter of days, the world had calmed. We are top of the tree when it comes to using free will, we can decide to alter our ways any day we chose. When addicted to the material, you can see the hardship that means, no peace of mind, and conditions on everything we do. To make ourselves feel good we compare others to ourselves, at least we are not like those.

A movie is showing and it’s all about life and death, and the consequences of harm and the dreadful punishments that occur. In the early times, they tied the man to the chair, and burned him with electricity, the same power that keeps the kitchen working. Gross they say, how could they act that way. Solomon sighed, in some places they behead people, chop the damn thing off, it sounded as if it was something real bad, it was how it was said.

The chase, what did you think of the Islamic Faith, what did you think of the christian faith, what did you think of the Jewish faith, what did you think of all these groups, many in conflict over the same question, who is God, or what is God, where to find God, a chase. The flowers came in many colors, the birds too, all nature was different, but it all supported the same living environment. Who why or what, if you believed, you were the good Samaritan, amen, the simplicity of Jesus, chase over.

Patrice Mulumba

Beatrice Stockly

Who is Beatrice Stockly, do you know her name, a simple nun, servant of God, a captive of her faith, held by those, who allege they are of God, a simple nun, that’s beatrice stockly, why not pray for her redemption, amen.

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.

communicate

How to communicate with God is the mother of all issues, and is the point we are aiming at here, and when we wonder about the blessings that God confers on us, how these blessings are passed to us, is what is important, not why.

Money Wisdom

money!

you may need it to survive

but without love

you will not survive

amen

many millions of refugees,

i wonder really,

how many likes they got,

today

Pushers

get him off the scent,

peace is doing harm,

can’t sell those arms,

sales down everywhere,

when’s the last good war,

damn it he’s meddling,

get rid of that love,

murder,

assassination,

control,

dictatorships,

poverty,

they all flowed,

from the decisions,

of a select force,

wonder about it,

the man in the sky,

marking them all,

amen

Freedom from the Press

freedom for the press?,

press ahead with news,

stories bought sold,

what is freedom,

expectation of truth,

where’s the freedom,

when it’s sold,

to highest bidder,

freedom from the press,

not freedom for the press,

amen.

Solomon was reading the tabloid headline, a horrible story, splashed across the page, Hollywood style,

thought of the number of children, in stores across the nation, reading the same news.

he sighed, a tabloid tax would have solved the issues years ago….