My Eyes

Damn advertising Guru, could sell a g-string to your ninety year old aunt, and tell her it was comfortable, get you to forget yourself for a while, the blurb, you look great in that, even if you could not see, darn advertising guru, as for those psycho dudes, the head experts, is there a ship I could borrow, the mid Atlantic would be a good place to bring them for a Holiday, moor them off shore with their off shore accounts, a few strong anchors, away from everyone where they can’t do anymore harm. Blast sighed Solomon, he listened to the news, the crocodile tears, the affect of pornography on happiness, relationships, and children of course, the darn advertising Guru, what medication was he on, vitamin “M” of course like so many. Too darn busy getting their thrills to wonder about the affect it was having on others. Solomon encountered the “Spirit” the early apostles enjoyed, and when it is real, you don’t have to excuse your thoughts. So many eyes squinting over their small screens, wondering, is this love what we are seeing, cause they seen to be doing nothing else.

My eyes cried God, what are they doing to the children of the world. Solomon recalled the words of Jesus, God is inside you, the Spirit, it’s not over there, it’s inside you. Why pollute the eyes of God you wonder, unless you intended in murdering the Spirit within. Holidays are occasions, not every day experiences. One of those moments, he saw the expression on the faces, he prayed, there was a sense of disappointment. He listened to the words, the bread and the fish, the division of food, the Spread of the Spirit, well being, it was a lesson, simple as that, you share and it gets better for everyone, Amen.

What Next

Blame game call it fame

Grabbing my chance,

What else is there,

Cant put out the flame,

Written off too often,

Called out so often,

No one ever listened,

Met the old man,

Did all that I can,

Speechless sleepless almost,

No time to waste,

Blasts shoots thrives,

Give me time,

Give me fame,

I’m alive you no

I’ll make it clear,

Grabbing my opportunity,

What else is there?


Stupid wasted potential

Every child loosing it

Grabbing emotionally

Anyone that moves them,

Not good enough,

This care free world

God is calling out

Why all the takes,

Hearts blasted open,

Something strange up,

World quickly sinking

Rehearsal time is up,

Free dental care,

Nothing to eat but fear,

It’s simply not working

Signs all blurred,

Why raise expectations,

When all is absurd


A farce it seems,

Ridiculous and extreme,

Constant mind control,

Death awaiting all,

Heaven so far away,

Voiceless don’t know

Well being undermined,

Excuses all they find,

Rapid descent down,

We need a turnaround,

What next a new sound

Women talking loud,

Critics the usual howl,

Pointing and insulting,

Never doing anything,

What madness is this,

When wisdom is ignored,

What will happen next,



Keep it shut it forget it sleep on it no one is doing anything all deceived by it, what else is there to abuse…..