God

Little by little I suppose it gets inside us; humanity, common and solid.

And all the signposts and cobbled streets that have worn out our shoes

have a destination of a spaghetti junction of a sort. We can go everywhere all from one place.

Imagine God was a gardener as a young man/deity. Now he is old and white curly hair straggles over his shoulders in wisps that blow into his eyes.

A magic pond lies in his garden. A Seeing pool where God can see the future of anything.

Now that’s poetic!

Archetypes and architects vying for control. How does He judge? Throw in a  stone or control without a ripple?

Will Gods plan work for me? It hasn’t been going all that well lately. I can tell you it’s rough at times. So you have to be tough as little by little it gets inside.

Where is God when you need him? Cowering behind the Bougainvillea again

Gods sense of humour. Omnipotently funny! Esp for other deities.

It’s like laughing at the moon for me. I might turn into a werewolf. Ow Owwwww!

Where’s God when you need a policeman? Where’s God when you are lying in bed with the covers held tight in your hands? Little by little our God of old gets usurped by common humanity. We say the Lords Prayer and remember when we last forgave others and the last time we said ‘deliver us from evil’ asking God for help through prayer.

Little by little, I suppose we get closer to God as we age and further from the humanity of our childhoods replaced we hope by wisdom learning and acceptance.

Where is God when people are getting murdered stabbed and in slavery? Where is the God of the sexually and emotionally battered and abused? How many times must we hear a story of souls forsaken by God and humanity and taken before they have had a chance or opportunity to shine?

God made us in his own image. We might not as individuals have the power of thunderbolts like our military and that of our allies so you may say. I am not powerful. I cannot change anything. Whats the point?

The answer is…time for a break. Back in fifteen minutes. We are not slaves. Sometimes just giving up when there is so much else going on is the right thing to do. Don’t blame me. God gave us intelligence to think with like thinking how can I be a good Christian and still get what I want without becoming like my Dad or those neighbours down the road.

How do I get the God out of me and into my life? Well, you are doing it today by reading this. You are doing it all the time. But wouldn’t it be nice to go to church once in a while? or visit a friend? or praise Him in your own special individual way too.

I have never been one for communion. All paper and wine? I have had it explained to me and I do ‘get it’ but week by week it seems irrelevant and anachronistic. Maybe next time I am on holiday.I will take it. God help me!

Well time for that break? Thanks for reading and God Help Us!

 

Syx Shooter

Who Shot The Sherrif?

Intense teeth marks on your back

Eponymous hero to blame
Refrain from blasting him in the face
before your shotgun wedding cake, cake, cakeImagine a silent lake surrounded by raging seas
and at the centre is a fire surrounded by kneeling beasts
Imagine the sound that comes from within
testing the souls brethren.

Side by side you stand
keen to place the first shot
to an enemy not
your ally
your enemy
inside the spewing fire
Behold the twig of iron
placed hot against your temple.
and pray that nothing comes

Bedside, bedside, bedside again
do I have to face that face?
And there was a kickass, gunslinging battle.
Yeah!
With broken bottles everywhere!
Raise fire
Raise Steel
Get behind the steering wheel
And ram the barricades.

Poem by Andrew Watkins

Art by Andrew Watkins

Walls Of Humanity

Within these walls is a lie. It is you.
You came with deceit in mind and saw it through
with a smile while i cursed as you did not try to hide
the fact that getting one over is worth more than pride.
It will be then that there at the final reckoning you will look around
and see nobody like you who took his own flesh and blood.
And who thought themselves funny superior while looking in the mirror.
You might think I enjoy your humour within these walls of humanity so
monied, virtuous and true to art. Why it’s satire of the human condition!
Aren’t we all enlightened?
And you an artist will appreciate, Rome wasn’t built in a day and as
there is nothing else that springs to mind except who where and when
or why this mirror makes me look so bitter and twisted within
these walls of humanity. Look away, Look away make a game and play.
But you who did not ever reason with me will look down soberly when I gut you
in public for all to see how trite, right and cowardly you took your place threatened
by honesty or just plain ashamed that I did not want to be more like you.

The dream world evaporates whenever i look into this world of callous thought and right way thinking..

Notwithstanding, I will continue

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*******Warning: Adult Themes*******

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Scene: Aboard a Steam riverboat cruiser ‘Miss Dolly’ USA, 1910.

‘Not as I am accustomed to public speakaling I will do my uppity to continue in the style I have become accustomed’ said the compare, putting on what he hoped was his cheeriest sounding voice.

‘It is with a great sense of pride that I announce the speakaling for today. Rowbottom muck spreader filthy tart… who has crawled up from the depths of the muddy brown stagnant pool he inhabits for a holiday aboard the steamer ‘Miss Dolly’. Unbeknownst until now.’

Honk, Honk went the onboard tannoy. The guest takes center stage.

‘Ahem, Good evening ladies and jelly babies. Tonight I expose a coverup. ‘

Hushed awe.

‘Ahem, Ladies and Jellybeans. Tonight I announce a big jelly cup.’

Muttering resumes.

‘Ahem Ladies and jelly wotsits. Tonight I assume the role of Whistleblower!’

‘For tonight, I will expose…’

Tutting and heavy breathing…

‘Tonight ladies and gentleman For your tantalization. A wonder. Nay An extreme event. Nay A miracle! Speakaling David Didion!’ said the compare.

Applause and whooping.

‘Ladies and Jellybeans. David Didion!’ David Didion claps himself

‘Good evening, good evening all. Now take a look at my hands. See they are holding a pack of cards. now I will perform for you a trick..’

Applause.

‘If I can have a volunteer please’

Volunteer shoved forwards.

‘Hello. What is your name?’ ‘Lisa. Welcome, Lisa. I want you to pick out a card from the pack, any card will do. OK?’

Lisa nods.

‘Now don’t tell which card it keeps it to yourself OK’

Lisa nods and takes a card from the pack.

‘What is the card, Lisa.

‘Seven of Spades’ says Lisa.

‘Fail.Fail.Fail.Fail.Fail.Fail. Womanhood has failed to keep a secret! Fail’

Laughing and cheers from the audience.

Lisa walks away.

‘Go away and walk you unredeemed whore’ says David Didion.

The audience cheers.

Compare looks upset and interrupts the speaker cutting off his mike.

‘Ladies and gentlemen we interrupt this broadcast to bring you a live broadcast..’

Sound over the tannoy system aboard the boat.

‘Well, I really love her…actually’

The compare smiles a beaming smile.

Then a different voice comes over the tannoy.

‘What did she say?’

‘She said she’d think about it,’

‘that’s good…’

‘I know I can’t bear to think of her all …undecided,’

New voice…

‘And at KWZT we have a news report…A Man overcomes his emotions and accepts leap year proposal!’

‘Oh she’ll never agree,’

‘Be patient. Wait. Until Friday. Then you can ask her again’

‘OK.OK’

The crowd is silent. The Compare adjusts the mike sending feedback through the speakers.

‘Sorry ladies and gentlemen we seem to have a slight technical problem.’ More feedback

‘One of the speakers explodes showering white dust over the audience. The audience laughs.

‘Sorry ladies and gentlemen’ says the compare wearily

‘Tonight for you delectation…all the way from Russia…Wanderlust’ says the compare with a groan.

Applause..Applause…

‘Good evening ladies and Gentlemen. I am Wanderlust (bows to audience)’

Applause.

‘I come from Russia from the steppes of cold Siberia. From the plateaus of Vladivostok to St Petersberg there is not a whorehouse, hen party or town and village church I have not desecrated, No?’,’Where is my wenches, Yes?’

Cheers from the audience.

‘Bring out the wenches’ shouts Wanderlust

A few cheers from the audience.

‘Bring out the wenches!’ he shouts again. The crowd cheer louder.

The compare takes the stage again shoving off Wanderlust.

‘And now for Wholesome George…’ he says with a desperate smile.’Wholesome George!’

Wholesome George takes the spotlight. He is wearing a beige suit and is wearing a Panama and navy deck shoes ‘ The compare looks pleased with him.

‘Good evening ladies and guests and gentlemen. Tonight I will tell you all of how I fucked women on five different continents whilst writing my book. Fuck story From Gibraltar to the Bahamas on five different continents’.

Applause and whooping from the audience…

Compare shoves wanderlust to the ground then takes a revolver and levels it at his forehead.

‘Enough’ Interrupts the compare,’Enough’

The boat goes silent.

‘Haven’t you had enough of sex, misogyny, and more fucking sex? Isn’t it about time we had something nice to write home about? Wouldn’t you like to tell your kids a true story of how you enjoyed your riverboat cruise entertainment without the tawdry smut and sex without lying?’

Silence greets him like a newfound friend. All eager to please.

‘Shut Up. Bring back wholesome George’ shouted a member of the audience.

Soon the whole audience is chanting in unison.

‘Wholesome George.Wholesome George.Wholesome George’

‘That’s enough,’ shouts Wholesome George getting to his feet.’ Let the man thing speak’

Laughs from the audience.

‘ I do this for the good of humanity’ Shouts the compare and pulls the trigger.

There is a spray of blood and a loud bang and the compare falls off the stage onto the deck of the boat the gun tumbling from his fingers.

A loud sigh from the audience. Someone shouts ‘Sick bastard’

Then the crowd begins muttering again.

‘Oh God’ says Wholesome George falling to his knees. ‘Oh God’

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In this fictional short story, we saw how someone was pushed  to suicide. What pushed him this far? Was it the debased nature of the acts he introduced? Or were it financial troubles? Was his love for himself outweighed by his love for humanity so much that he made the ultimate sacrifice to prove his love for humanity, above all else? Unfortunately, He can never tell.

Suicide support. Can suicide be prevented? Perhaps if Samaritans had been around he wouldn’t have pulled the trigger. Their numbers are below. There is also a website www.samaritans.org

Telephone Samaritans (UK) 116 123

Samaritans (US) 1 (800) 273-TALK