Demons and Envy

Sow the doubts, create division, it’s so easy. The pharisee’s were very devout people, they were the first people of God, had the books, a line of prophets, but they were human after all. Along comes a threat, so they think, there is a power shift, same as an idol loosing the audience to a fresher act; the imagination can play strange games. In other words; how often do we stand aside for a better version of life; Jesus made it simple, the blah blah was too much, the rules too intense, they were misleading the people, they acted like lawyers, making it difficult to navigate, you have to do this on that day, this on the other day, wash like this, wear your hair like that, and it had to be male led.

Stop Stop Stop, this is doing the head, God lives in joy peace and harmony, not tied up in chains. Being a Samaritan, doing what decent people do, not those who are war mongrels, listening to the views of others, respecting differences in how you approach life, all this stuff was written 2,000 years ago and longer. Don’t you know that demons exist, and they play with your well being.

Solomon smiled, it being the anniversary of the passing on of a GREAT friend. He had moved to another orbit; but he would surely approve the words, amen. The gifts that we can pass on, rather than the baggage we hide inside us.

Christmas Wishes

He opened his eyes, it was early morning, had he been dreaming, it was so real, the visitor said it plainly, there is a wish for you, you just have to make up your mind, this can’t be happening he sighed, reaching for another cigarette, his chest creaking at the same time, i’m too old for this, he was nearly seventy nine. The day went by, he ignored it, put it down to the medication he was on, another one of those episodes. Far away, Solomon was writing his prayer plan, actions necessary to remove the pillars of support, evil depended upon. why don’t they wish for something positive once in a while, be like Jesus even, cast the wish far and wide. He thought as he pondered the options.

The old man hits the bed early, walking is hard, he’s a retired priest, spent three decades in the African continent, saw the terrors, witnessed genocide, saw women have their body parts removed, saw how business over came righteousness, came home with one of those diseases, was now just biding his time. After giving thanks for the witness option, he prayed the usual, took his medication and went to sleep. Meanwhile, Solomon was at his desk, writing heavenly missiles, enlightening the masses, adding fuel to the circle of light, love is the doing, not the thinking about it. if two dream it they said. or if one writes it, it’s like fantasy, it only becomes a chance of reality when we put it down on paper.

The old man is woken, there is a shadow over the bed, not you again, the angel stands and speaks, this wish thing again. It was Christmas time, maybe it’s real, what would you wish for, the angel was smiling, this is real damn you, hurry up I’ve got a hundred calls to make this night. The old man was flustered, put on the spot, maybe it was old age, what would you wish for, he stopped. Got it he smiled, he suddenly sat up, felt young again, can you send that other thing and his coterie of advisers to the abyss, the angel looked up, he is going to love this, he heard this request a few times recently, an energy was growing. Outside the storm that was raging went quite, there was a calm, the angel became a glow, and the following day, three well known tyrants were removed from office.


So what do you wish for thought Solomon, footstool perhaps!IMG_5757

Conflict Homes

Mothers seek comfort zones away from their conflict homes,

shelter for their dreams their children and love,

many in a hurry with no place to go,

they accept the advice of strangers hoping

 often into conflict zones for they are never know

the evil one has a network that works on every shore,

he’s also a believer well that is what were told,

along the streets of great cities you’ll meet conflict mothers,

who have arrived on your doors  no place else to go,

they put up with whatever feeds  gives them hope and more,

often it’s another brothel in Paris  or a boutique in Amsterdam,

 at least in these prison cells they only deal with one man,

the oldest profession in the world they say

the oldest confession in the world I say,

such truths are poured out the way the beer flows all night,

in these new found comfort homes time to change the mindset

and perhaps use a little insight,

or do we really want to remember the old days in Pompeii.

God Most High has been spotted in the sky,

just pointing to the old truth,

not the one about the oldest profession or that arrogant confession,

but you understand fully what I mean,


Mr President

Only children are surprised, no need to be alarmed, growing them up quicker than ever before,  farmed children like good old factory reared chicken, Bill O’Reilly throws up over his coffee outrageous, soon there will be none of them, children, what are you waiting for, go for it dudes look all the innocent fools, take advantage of them younger they’ll never know, and when you get older you’ll all be pals, cause that’s all they will ever know, sounds familiar with the world we all share today, no no  I hear ye shout out what disregard for all that charity work, I’ve a reputation you know, know what it costs to run five houses today, choking sound as little boy no food can’t use teeth, tried to eat the furniture thought it was a lump of meat, rap rap rap man did see what they did to us man were just getting them back, surrounded by knicker wearing white chicks gloats for all the world so see, look at me I’m a black guy and I’ve made, not only that I’m doing it with your chicks, outrage screams obama they can’t hold men who are innocent, he thinks this while he sleeps, wakes in the morning eats breakfast as normal, what’s in today’s paper dear as michelle passes the cheese, same us usual a meeting with congress now that ain’t useful,

Are you now supposed to run that stuff the man I married said he would, that was before they elected me dear, like those promises you made me and the kids, sending me to Ireland while you play Golf and party, it’s custom in Ireland to have fun and enjoyment.

Talk of trade its business the same tactics of the mafia, what they never told you until they couldn’t let you go, meanwhile young Johnny and friends are surfing porn and behaving in a strange kind of way, is that your little sister asks one while they call her away, she giggles laughs loves that play stuff, a little dirty when she comes in mammy asks her what’s she being up to, she gurgles something stupid it all seems confusing, this is a pattern and it’s going on everywhere night and day, authorities every where blind to the truth like they are heading for hell, afraid to speak up say it as it is, were all in the boat together they wont send the good guys as well, hope in numbers I suppose but that’s pushing the boat out too far, no everyone drowned on the Titanic, there were survivors who had a story to tell, like that old western movie you see all the time, bartender or the butler is usually the last man standing, so where do you stand a customer a user or a child, who do you think you actually are…false prophets out there promising wealth and everything material things, think your heading to disaster cause you’ve been warned,  well, building castle and walls around your small flock ,that’s the story of the white house and all those who want to get it, we wont get donors if it don’t seem like love

Mr President, big smile that’s why I bring along michelle, Look Michelle I know the kids will love traipsing around Dublin, who in their right mind would want to spend the day drinking cool beer, walking the beach and driving with boys, only a child, that’s right, only a child, everyone else prefers to be making money…