Generous of heart

“Pure and undefiled religion before God and the Father is this: to visit orphans and widows in their trouble, and to keep oneself unspotted from the world.”

‭‭James‬ ‭1:27‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

Paranoid Delusion

Splendid irrelevance

Where would I be without it? 

1 John 3:18 NKJV

“My little children, let us not love in word or in tongue, but in deed and in truth.”

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Soup to ease the mind

 Awake all night, I feel that I’ve lost control, my mind is buzzing, a horrible noise, it will not let me sleep, an electrical charge that’s somehow gone wrong of late, the buzzing noise of a mobile phone on silent vibrate, 

I don’t know what to do it’s something that I hate, 

incapable of movement like a chicken in a coup, 

there is only one thing that may help, 

I think I’ll make soup, 

To the future see

Indescribable sway of sea creatures in the middle of a storm continuously cutting forward unable to conform

A king of unscrupulous tactics  not a person free

humanity has its foul stench a bloody gory scream 

facing the unknown enemy, hardly ever seen

Bludgeoning his weakened pray, the win is his today, a sword; used to have a sharp point is a blunted heavy wedge, chunks missing from decapitation,

destruction of all nations grasping a ledge

survival in misery, bodies form a hedge

Decisive angry death, not a remorseful tone, no sorrow within their hearts, congenitally demone 

stand to look at victory, burning pyrite 

Smashing the skulls of a weakened mess

humanity at its end, sadly digressed

beautiful lush green hills, forests of gold

a sight of the future, be the story told

neglect responsibilities a dreadful tale, without the love of giving, the living be bold

Red

Red as the blood running through our veins, red flag flying high, a red vision congregates as a logic within our brain’s, poisoned with the red wine pouring down our drains, intergenerational excuse for who we are, the reason for traditional faults on our cars, no more shall we sway left from corruption of Tsars, Blue lost the vote from closing our bars, align the centre, wheels do turn, move too fast a house can burn, store black dust in a undertakers urn, put in its place a big green fern, will the human race ever learn?

 

Warm Home

It is cold, icy air blows
Watching the rain trickle down my window pain
reflecting light as drops fall…. scintillating 
An appointment to attend, work is waiting
My mind in a tizzy, so what should I do?
Look through the window and think of you
be brave for a moment, put on a coat
But it is cold, icy air blows
I think I will stay at home
say “I’ve got a cold”