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Death rattle
Reminiscent of an uprising of crickets ready to battle
Stare at a puffed updiamond heart
Drumming inside an empty cage. Birds ripped apart.
Gargoyle stares ignored.
Folk bumble about unaware what is in store for us all- eventually.
The breathe of Hades-
Lingers then makes a dash for scant flesh and bones.
Meat is not this gods instrument. Lust causes call for more drones
Sponge, moisten parched parted lips
Raven signals the ire of its whips
The ones who don’t loose it in bedlam excite
Death.
Invites all loved ones to rally round
Stands by door. Stands back.Admires its ownpower.
A moment to savour for a while more.
Every door closed, each breath cloys
Begs for enough fare to cross the distance to embrace elysium air.
Today everyone shall know how close we are to parting from brown soil
Lamb,hatched chickens,babies born in Cumbersome air.
the cycle must complete before we can emerge reborn
Death is inevitable as necessary as life is to the Cumbaya
of springs first show of petal.
When you look at the beginning of this new dawn
Know that when you stand back in awe
It is because you have felt the chill of winters soul depart
Shed a tear for the snowman who brought our youth so much joy.
Appreciate death. Stare it in the face
The sun chants
count in rosary beads
tomorrow never dies.
Trying to type something while listening and watching my grandmother dying.
Rasp
Gasp
I support the assisted dying law. This is inhumane.
A selfish farce.
Happy mothers day
Wherever you go
Wherever you roam
I hope that it is a place as magnificent as earths revellers make it out to be
Ma petition fripon. J’taime xxxx
* What I wrote waiting and comforting my ma and my gran before she passed over.
Esther Roe
Charlie met Esther on abortionist roe.
Hedges neatly trimmed – enough to dishevel a bearded vagabond to weep after his latest woe.
No coat hangers to gut the newborn sac.
Charlie stood for hours until her number came up.
Raging
rouge screen screams with a tremulous beep.
Surreal
Conceal
Unable
to strike the star lead role in a Bolly wood film deal.
Unsullied arrived in a cumulous cloud
stricken by a thunderous compulsion to wail.
Esther didn’t hear the bond lust, lilted scream.
memory hazed -by two fat ladies at gate number 8.
Efforts disarmed – inability to count down to the primal odd.
nebulous chlorophyll masked her mouth.
Envy immobilised to an unrecalled dream.
Innocents smile
swinging on tyres.
Freddie Kruger caught in a static slumber loses nightmare credibility to a sterile clinic;
Action paralysing every unconscious scene.
Stratham, London-night defends to keep watch.
Both stumble upon a tidy little room – 1970’s style. No disco defiblerater harmonizing jolts to the beat of
‘ Staying alive ‘
Old granny hoovered up flowers chocked in ivy a patterned carpet,
Mist of lavender lingers. This bitch knows how to spray.
Don’t mess with the O.G.
Peppered, seasoned hair, non-linear lines carve out a facial narrative.
Don’t be fooled by this kungfu hoe.
inebriated illiterates
desensitized to her strategy in a game of cruel cluedo.
It’s all so normal. It’s life, you know.
Scissors ready to stab a beating heart,
Positioned in foetal
Sucked out the uterus.
Pro-choice.
Pro voice.
Pro-life.
Pro midwife.
Tall walled wars.
Bricks bolster the Illusion of affairs in order.
Nobody is scrutinized so fiercely as the woman who maps out her own destiny – navigates the boundaries that her ideas can afford her.
Quality control.
The NHS paid for a private eye.
Two signatures deemed sufficient to see her through the hours of her sobering silence.
Shameless in her flowered disguise.
Ginger nuts, unsavoury tufts.
No, this wasn’t her nine month due – no ice cubes for killing in the name of freedom to govern her own vessel.
No need for pro-life Stepford wives lies.
Sins anoint.
Sins accumulate.
Where would our saints stand without a dissident at hand?
Society sits down, protest proudly.
Part the veil of clouds
Peer piously downwards,
ready to strike thunderbolts of judgement.
Rain down booming terror tactics.
Esther cares not for their gospel band
Society sips, exhaling wafts of fair trade, Ivory coast coffee beans.
Privilege smells of a modern holocaust of starving babies in bony mothers arms.
Who said any of these women consented to consummate?
Penetrative obedience to the phallic statues erected in morning glory psalms.
Civilized society!
What if God was one of us?
a scripture in the making.-
Touch and kiss the sky.
Would he become the true reflection we see, when we catch ourselves about to exhale the final breathe before we die?
Fantasies always signed off with a silver lining and promises of a rainbow.
Reality is cold,
winter serves a plateau of ice.
Frigid flowers are frozen in angst,
Shatter
like glass.
Rebel against their reproductive nature.
Air,
breathe.
One full gasp.
If only a mere raspy rant leaves on its depart.
It’s either them or an urban jungle of homo sapiens collecting another free day ride.
Ready to infect ignorance on every global ocean that has shores that go out at low tide.
Punch and Judy -sober edition
Intolerant society.
We live in a belly fighting off bacteria
Begging other intelligence to disembowel us.
Before
a tsumanima of hate floods our irrigation system of morals.
No lives matter.
Nazi’s aren’t the only few crazier than Mercuries Mad Hatter.
Everyone has an opinion.
Every Judy thinks they are entitled to a Punch – no need to be drunk.
No justice,
infuriating that we can’t learn violence is a domino effect.
Cause and effect
ripples from thrown stones.
Balance in humanity
artifially insemitated tinnitus
is the reality.
We look to archaic verse in the Testament that
‘ an eye for an eye’
is as natural as two beasts being violated while they are in active fornication.
Instinct and emotions show us we are alive.
We feel, we must feel — we have to feel to carry a vigil of hope
Some divine sign,
god, goddess installed a program of free will.
Divine sign?
Why not take back this privilege?
Why make a world perfect and full of sublime, lure us out with the promise of sunshine?
Caters to the needs of every breather, every ecosystem.
No need for uadulterated theft.
God is a Narcissist.
why would someone with such power sit back and watch us destroy one another?
Fuck the lies, the parables,
Jesus dying for our sins!
His resurrection has risen along with centuries a blasphemeous leaders chanting idolific hymn.
In the name of ignoratious barkus dogma
Religion – organised to control the masses
Opium now smells of it’s true odour-terrorisim .
Bombs, nuclear weapons, fists connecting with human bodies, unlicenced rifles blasting into chunks of animals flesh .
Rights?
Who is right?
This game has found us lost in a maze and the goblins haven’t the eduction to translate to us
cuts to every department,
land.
Division.
Revison .
This is prison.
Suicide seems an answer to a man’s motive to rise to heaven and receive a reprisal.
That is a given.
God is a narcissist .
Jesus-is a shoddy carpenter.
Mary Magdelane -the whore,is the only tangible part of this story I find plausible.
Create a world – destroyed by nations.
Give me a sign!
suffering to this extent is for an entity pantomime.
Enlightened gods, sit on Mount Olympus ,never miss an episode of planet earth.
The screen darkens to reveal
another dismal form of the masses , pupils— dilated, babbling words of freedom to.
freedom to insult ,
freedom to obliterate ,
freedom
to disfigure,
freedom to impregnate,
Freedom to do anything.
A society bloated, heaving up piles of excess.
Anarchy doesn’t mean terrorisation
Revolution is for the mighty of heart.
Ones who wish to see change from inequality for the many in parts.
Race,
Gender,
Sex,
We all deserve to be on the earth offender register
Why do we have laws ?
when we take our grievances into our own hands.
How can there be justice?
-when justice fails us with a well practiced pose of inverted corruption?
Trust in humanity.
Live by your true North, moral compass .
Born in navigation mode,
even if life serves you a sentence of physical deformity;
Don’t look to the sky for an answer.
Don’t look to a man with free words dribbling down his jumper.
Don’t tear down statues that can’t fight back.
There is no sense in joining hands with this vicious pack.
We all have it wrong.
Every. Single. One. Of. Us.
Think the death penalty teaches people to stop being immoral?
Tears cause waves, I’m hiding between the reeds and the coral.
Every face has that stoic sense of entitlement
Knitted together,from years of oppressive governments taking our God-given birth sight to see what a plight this truly is.
We all need to hang.
Hang our heads in shame.
Enough .
Cut out my heart
See it bleed
Let it bleed –
examine the appearance of your own and understand there is no difference –
we come into the world
We all rely on another hand for our first feed.
I’ve always been taught to have a plan B
I find myself alone; ready to denounce my mammalian side and take my chances, swim against the tide of oil sickened oceans, in one last effort to truly be free
from;
Not for.
From.
Free from hate,
, free from words spoken with a lingering scent of horse manure,
I denounce my own and seek a new home on the basis-I don’t recognize my own kind.
I don’t see a common interest,
goal –
all I see is another foe.
I choke on these words.
Why can’t we learn!?
I could go on, but we have unread history books, in abundance.
Nothing is censored.
The age of enlightmenent has turned into the birth of disallusionment.
Beliefs (7) Are you Good or evil?
Last post on this topic for a month. To day I’m exploring one of the oldest religions that sounds like rastafarianism but clearly to my ignorant mind is not . It is in fact, Zoroastrianism. This religion has it’s origin in Persia or Iran as we know it today.
The creator is wholly good. His name is Ahura Mazda – ‘lord of wisdom’. I’m not sure if he ever endorsed the car company Mazda. It is a possibility. Stranger things have happened in this life we live in.
SPONSORED BY ( this is not a fact just a joke)
He is beyond wise, he is everything that evil and chaos is not. No snake is gonna get away lying to this God dude.
Being a God can be hard work so even a this dude needs a bit of help. He uses his seven creations- the divine spirits.
Spenta Mainyu is the Ahura’s favorite spirit because she is his agent and does his will.
If you have watched ‘Allo Allo’, Spenta is this character:
Like all good stories ,Ahura needs a nemesis. He has the ultimate nemesis his evil twin – Arihman.
He is beneath (pun) him. Ahura will never accept that his dark twin is his equal.
NEVER!
So the two are constantly locked in a good old fashioned battle of Good versus Evil.
Somehow Spenta- the secret agent is always in the middle of these two’s little spats. It is a mystery how or what the exact relationship is amongst the three.
Oh, another small fact – Ahura Mazda – also created humans whom he gave free will. I think that could have been one of the days he was having a bit of an off day in his judgements. Just take a look around at our beautiful world or what is left of it.
Us , humans were granted with a massive responsibility to buck up , keep the world in a state of order.
Denounce all evil thoughts and behaviours known as druj -or the dark-side as many of us know it.
They did this by only speaking good things, doing good things, being pretty fucking good- not the best but just –
good enough– this goodness is called asha
Evil twin constantly tries to shake things up and rebels. He’s like
” Humans? Why so serious? C’mon lets have a party.”
OR
” How do you know you are being good if you have never tried living in chaos? Maybe the true good lies in chaos” – this is a cunning tactic.
This is all hearsay of course. So don’t quote me on the exact words.
Mazda found or created this highly good dude called – Zoroaster., who went on to hire a bunch of humans to do good shit. This was Mazda’s ultimate weapon against his twin.
‘Good will prevail’is the main belief of these optimistic folk.
Mazda, like many before and after him ,wanted to create a perfect world- a Utopia,I guess. I could argue that what one thinks is an idea of a perfect world is not necessarily what everyone else thinks is the perfect world.
I’m just putting that out there.
Just to be sure that Good had a better chance of defeating evil, Mazda had a couple more tricks up his sleeve.

SORRY COULDN’T RESIST.
He created an invisible spiritual world which contained a perfect being. This was meant to fool his evil twin.
He also came up with a pretty potent collection of words known as the ‘Ahunaver’ prayer which blasted his twin into back into the darkness. No light – nothing.
I’m tired after all this work. Finally Mazda created a tangible form to his spiritual world
He’s not gonna risk taking any more bullshit and so, the bull is created as the primal animal.
What about us humans. Never fear.
He may be weary but he reveals his perfect spiritual being and turns it into a real life human being.
His idea of making us humans decide to side with bad or evil completely absolves him of any duty or responsibility. Crafty or what?
Did you think that his tricks worked on the greatest trickster of them all? His twin.
This is the bit where his nemesis got really pissed off , he has licked his wounds and recovered and murders the bull and the human. He has a few gifts to bring to us.
All wrapped up with their own name tags.
One: Starvation
Two: Pain
Three: Disease
Four: Lust
Five: Death.
Quite a generous bloke is this nemesis of Mazda ( who may or may not be sponsored by Mazda -the car brand)
Beliefs
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Zoroastrianism religion give us personal responsibility to do good and act morally
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Human virtues: to practice daily include: Truthfulness, Loyalty,Tolerance, forgiveness,respect for ones Elders and keeping promises. All our choice
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Human vices :not to practice are Anger,Arrogance,vengefulness,bad language and Greed
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If you follow this religion you will be judged twice- yes, twice. Once when we die and the other is the last judgement.
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People can redeem themselves and have the choice to act morally in the after life.
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Only when good supersedes evil will a new saviour in the world be born –Saoshyant to revive the world.
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So lets recap
Our creator is 100% good.
But, people can see both evil and good
No evil can come from Good
So, evil needs to a completely separate creation to the 100% good God
We have choice. We are encouraged to help our good creator challenge the bad and the evil in the world.
That is it until May 2016. Beliefs will continue to follow with ‘the rise of ancient and classical beliefs.’
See you then 🙂
We exist to serve the Gods?
I’m always going on about how resourceful people can be but I am so high fiving the Tikopians. The original true opportunists.
In the Pacific island live a small number of people who have dwindled away since the 1950’s, when Christians were on their Jehovah like mission to convert all people to their religion. Sadly these people didn’t have a
‘We don’t open doors to Christian people’ .sign and doors are are lot sturdier these days.