The harvest



Is there a good time or a bad time,

Does anyone want it in reality,

The souls waiting those in pain,

The countless hearts restrained,

The prayers of the faithful dead,

Or is it Babylon times again,


Would you prefer the earth to die,

Suffering to continue unabated why,

God has been seen in the sky,

The moon and sun seen together,

The many miraculous events globally,

All points in a very certain direction


Women young girls and many slaves,

The harvest can’t happen fast enough,

It’s a question of numbers unfortunately,

Not the bank account but the suffering,

And it’s tipping the world into despair,

was warned of many years ago


Action action act without worrying,

Appeal to the mercy of God instantly,

Start loving giving and stop blaming,

There is something for everyone,

Eleventh hour is not an hour late,

But you have to act in haste,




God Smiles

God assembles the staff, he’s a great smile on his face, we’ve a special guest arriving shortly he announces, one with grace,  and I have been waiting a very long time to meet him, say hi, face to face, his name is Nelson Mandela, a man undaunted who took so many chances, so I want him given the wine I personally use, not the burgundy we use most of the time, and another thing smiles God, he’s bought the world an extension, I’m going back to the movie theater to watch those old movies I can’t get out of my head. Casablanca weeps God wiping a tear from his eye as the credits end, they don’t makes them like that any more. Popcorn says God might fill you up but it leaves you with a hole in the heart, as well as the head, character takes years to find, Nelson had it, you just need to be patient.Image

Black is Black

Black Day


Captains, queens, industry leaders, media tycoons, international embassy set, gather to stop the momentum, situation is untenable, secret truths being unravelled, where is it coming from. Supreme earthly leader panics, books spaceship and disappears. The ruling class gather, wait for their leader to come round, he’s had the answer for 1000 years, they wait in their plush accommodation, on a far off Caribbean island. He’ll sort it out, don’t worry, lets go and sunbathe smiles a nubile young girl, girl friend of ageing 80 year old tycoon, has a younger sister as well, but she’s guaranteed a job and a career in high finance, once her apprenticeship is served, she loves sunbathing as well, does it nude regularly, she’s only twelve. God Most High yawns, Peter wakes him from a sleep.

They are on that little island boss, still waiting for that other one to arrive, do you want to wait till they are all there requests Peter, an army of angels on standby.

That other thing won’t be arriving, quips God Most High, but I made other arrangements he smiles.

Power is lost on spaceship, devil enters escape capsule, thought you would get me he smiles, and jets off, lands alive on the beach, feet away from the nude nubile child. Daddy is home she smiles.

We thought you’d never get here shouts ageing media tycoon who sits beside her.

Relax child he smiles as he pats her ass, get the chief a vodka.

Peter sees what is going on, immediately informs his God, the one and only, whose watching re runs of an old movie he loves, high noon, it fills him with memories.

They are all there, what next quips Peter.

Outbreak of contagious disease that incapacitates permanently occurs, withers them instantly, leaves them wirey ugly and burning, mentally disturbed unable to sleep, in a living permanent hell, a disease that only affects those who have black souls.

I’ve turned them into a nation of lepers Peter, relax. Black Day for this evil lot  then smiles Peter.

If this doesn’t work, curtains I suppose declares the Lord, whose forever merciful, always hoping they’ll change their ways, the eleventh hour change that Jesus told to everyone, amen.


Mad Mel Gibson

The door closes, child panics, breathing increases, steps closer, it’s me, the voice is a familiar one, rumbles and fumbles, it doesn’t last long, steps retreat, door closes, monsters imagines the child, his dreams interrupted, nightmares instead, Roaming times all over again, roman verdict if it happens again, God Most High is trending, his influence everywhere, titans babble rubbish, plans in crisis, media associates crumble, advertising executives silenced, war mongrels quite, holy warriors aim, global leaders panic, he’s got us, what are our chances, does he negotiate, do something fast, make it work. It’s not about forgiveness, this is the bear cage syndrome, the water went down, the wrecks became visible, no explanation necessary, opposite sides worked hand in hand, shared the spoils, chose their appointed one, situation was day to day, made excuses to everyone, long game that suited all, apart from the vulnerable, the old and very young, well it’s new order everyone, and it’s no compromise everyone, so says God Most High.

Did I get that right wonders Nelson, passes the script to St. Joseph, cause St.Peter is welcoming the new arrivals. Joseph’s eyes say it all, need more in there.

I was trying to be reasonable and fair, suppose I was warning them, when you should have been warming them huffs Joseph with a gaze that would frighten anyone. Nelson gets back to his work. Mel Gibson, he’s a pussycat when compared to St. Joseph, he surmises, amen.Image

Busy day in Heaven

A Busy Day in Heaven, St. Peter is reading the petitions, the violent indoctrination and the globalisation of young children is trending, but is not very trendy in Heavenly circles, posing real issues for the Heavenly brigade… Peter reads a petition out loud..


hear me Lord,

I’m crying out

don’t understand

what is wrong,

I’m confused


very young,

forever into trouble

my mam

teachers at school,

older boys bully me

everything sexualises me,

can you explain

this life is a gift,

what have I to do

make it work all right,

St. Peter is alarmed

Grabs the Prayer

Thousands of them,

Begins to cry


Peter breaks down, takes a time out, but is soon motivated again, goes back to work. He reads a few more petitions….


Dear God,


They say you are wisdom unlimited, well I’m calling and I need your help. I’m a  young chap, twelve years of age, been put on untested medication that is supposed to assist my concentration, a medication program dreamed up by a very savvy marketing team that mined the world for social problems, and in the process devised a whole new market for their various drugs, filling the void in a market that should never have been allowed to happen, the result of many decades of inaction prolonged by corruption that has spread worldwide, the result of tolerance and appeasement of violence aimed at the teen market, and a failure of family life that was expected to happen, governments across the globe and their assorted consultants were aware of this, but were powerless to act because of the long blackmail list the criminals of the world gathered, many dressed in fine suits with big reputations and professional qualifications. Unbelievable stuff natters Peter to himself, where did this wisdom come from. Door swings open, God Most High appears, you were looking for me were you.

One of those disturbed children again, were having a flood of them quips peter.


 A child who lives daily with the scar of abuse, brought on not by interference but by blatant indifference to the many obvious social problems that were allowed to grow, because of the sure fired remedies these so called global experts could guarantee, it’s a case of setting fire to the hospital burning all inside and rebuilding it again, similar to the wars that were sanctioned by the same people who tried to control everything in the world. Free will and those fallen angels who sold out our side to the evil one, God takes the petition and reads it again.


God cries tears, is speechless, what comfort can I offer this young one, his prayer having made a deep impression. A week later there are a few major happenings.


God Most High is spotted in the sky, media try to hold the sighting out of view, aliens, great answer, answers media Spin Doctor, alarmed at the thought of a global renaissance in faith. God’s angel begins marking the good and setting them free, his protective cloak all around them, justice is this child’s name and I’m going to sort this out, I should have acted sooner but I was merciful you see, the vultures who feed on the weak and vulnerable are in for something unforgettable, Boy wakes from his sleep feels the power and is set free.

Slick advertising executive that planned and organised the coup of coups finds his life falling apart, gilded reputation is soon in tatters, step one, network of acquaintances tremble as one by one the same starts to happen to them, Devil’s collective are alarmed it’s game over for them, how did we manage to lose control of the plot, they have every market cornered, can select for success who ever they want, but one voice has made it all the way through, the fallen angels begin to choke, who will be next.


The straw that broke the camels back wasn’t any stronger than any one before, and the child who prayed the unforgettable prayer, was a tear so far, but also a blessing in disguise.

Rather than wait for time to run it’s course, God Most High intervened early, thereby setting forth with radiant clarity, what he will never ever accept again, the undermining of young children, not the selective punishment for PR purposes the occasional one, but the entire violent sexualisation of the human population through the indifference of almost everyone. If you have brains, a heart, or a conscious, you’ll start a campaign to stop the violent indoctrination of children, that has been ongoing for as long as life itself, but has been accelerated with such an intensity these last ten years, that it’s almost impossible to find a little one with a clear head on these matters, and what a great future that holds for the next generation. Did I say that right Peter, wonders Nelson Mandela, who continues to work tirelessly for the rights of the very young, his latest role, and you suppose Elvis is retired too, what a surprise awaits you all. Have you seen the picture in the sky, it’s real, so is Heaven, so is Hell, repent, it’s never been a better time to be on good terms with God Most High, amen.Image

New World

ImageVultures gather, they have a feel for young flesh, helps them with the spring in their step, single parent child easy to meet they decide, the network is global, we have all seen the news, what’s this interest you wonder, they feed with the frenzy of demons on the vulnerable child. There are certain clubs that are very particular, they choose who they allow in, but first you must have something to barter, once in you’re a tied member for the rest of your life, and it’s now on the Radar of God Most High, as he does his clean up job, have you seen the picture in the sky, just letting them understand the eternal trouble they’ve caused, and the permanent judgement that awaits them, beginning with the tweak of their minds, and how sleep will be deprived of them, for the untold misery they caused and their lies, did I say that right wonders St. Joseph, Whose been trusted with the press release this time. God points to the corner, and says.

Why don’t you go over to Bob Marley, he’s been jamming all afternoon, once he gets into a trance, he makes me want to dance and get high, am I doing this right Bob man, say it again man I’m jamming with the lord, it’ll do huffs St. Joseph, whose now dancing in the sky, send it down, the angel is given explicit instructions, I thought i dealt with those years ago, you didn’t go far enough then, cause there is more of them everywhere, won’t be going to Barbados for Christmas then.  

Legend of the Selfies



I’m just a social commentator, but when Jesus stated all those years ago, that divorce was an abhoration, he had children in mind, how simple is that to understand, instead we turned it into an industry, that has spread all round the world. If the men going onto Omaha beach demanded better health care and a pay rise, we’d have called them conceited and unpatriotic. Sometimes you have to go the extra yard, mothers do it all their lives, for love’s well being. So many great minds so few clear answers, have we become addicted to ourselves, or become selfies all over the world, seems so to me, amen.