The long dark Sunday of the soul


Religion
Affliction
Addiction to save
Redemption stories
From the cradle to the grave

They say that one God
Or some Gods
Created the stars
From Jesus — Buddha to the Wizard of Oz

To scared to sleep at night
Religious control
In case the demons visit
To eat at your soul
Then you have nowhere to go.

Start playing
Obeying
With all of your might
They say He will return
Like a thief in the night

A Shepard He stands there
The blood of the lamb
To save you from the Devil
Into the promise land.

To scared to sleep at night
Religious control
In case the demons visit
To eat at your soul
Then you have nowhere to go.


(Step this side of the confessional ladies & gentlemen please.
Take a pew and make yourselves comfy, grab a book and catch up on the latest news, and for the blind and partially sighted we provide headphones,broadcasting on 23.6 fm!


The long dark Sunday of the soul
And the priest is trying to reach his goal
As well as convictions
He makes predictions
Starts preaching about the second coming
The congregation nods
With monotone humming

All hands rise up in the shape of a cup
Shouting praise the Lord
All in one accord
They give a little dance
To a song that they sing
Hoping for that moment
Of eternal glory to bring

They speak in strange languages and spiritual flirtations
Holding hands as a holy Nation
When they get tired
They start to kneel down
To imagine the anointment
And the thorny crown

Then they start talking of visions and things
And about the power of what Jesus’ blood brings
With an amen here
And Praise the Lord there
These depths of wisdom
They want to share

Now safe in the knowledge that they are saved
No anxious thoughts about the grave
Just looking at each other
So they can tell
That they are not the ones
Who are going to Hell?

So just to make sure
They give to the poor
But is it the poor in spirit
Or to the poor in health
Or the poor old church
That needs its wealth

All this still runs by a man in the cloth
Increasing more money by teaching more wrath
As for the Christians
They have reached their goal
By making it through
The long dark Sunday of the soul.

Painting by Numbers


We live our lives
Every day is a page
And every chapter a year

And every memory
Holds colors of our dreams
Brush strokes of joy love and fear

Our hearts the authors
Our wisdom the pens
We’ll look back on these mysteries

Seeking no answers
And offer no reasons
The gift of life is plain to see


We are the fabric
That holds the fate of man
This tapestry of colors
Can either be blessed or dammed

These are books of people
Who know only sorrow and war?
Painting shadows on the tapestry
And not knowing what life is for

Colors all blend into one
A book has closed - Another just begun


A tapestry of colors
That holds sisters and brothers
A place for all who want to be

Mountains of happiness
To the rivers of tears
It’s apart of life’s rich tapestry


In our lives we question why
The reasons why we live and die
And why we return to the soil
After years of earthly toil.

Searching for answers in hope to find
The reasons for life to help mankind
There is no answer but only a solution
But to come too terms with evolution.

There are many books now closing
And their authors see too late
There lives where walked in total darkness
The illness of human trait

Perhaps it’s just the poor in spirit
In humbleness who will find
Their place within the tapestry
That shows the picture of mankind


A second passes
A new life is born
Just like the stars that appear in the skies

Thousands of new books
Authors every day
Destined for history and never go away


Like a child
We still take small steps
While selfishness stays by our side
Always learning
And still discerning
Its either openness
Or foolish pride


Our worlds are so small
And yet we stand - tall
In the things we say and do
Afraid to love our common man
Some think they are the chosen - few


We are the authors
The painters and poets
And we all have a gift to bring

Future and history
We are the creators
Of books and life’s great tapestry

Colors all blend into one
A book has closed - Another just begun.

The Tear

I stand by your side and think how it begun
Look up to the sky and see moon chasing the sun
Watching the clouds hide behind evening haze
To the song of the lark that is singing your praise

We were both childhood sweethearts we were so young
Yet we both did not realize that our paths had begun
And though we were children and only played games
A love would start growing and would be fanned by the flames

And as we were teenagers I remember that first kiss
It gave a redemption encompassed in bliss
That embrace fought a battle and took away fear
And my lips kissed your eye to taste that sweet tear

Then one day they called me and said I must fight
To leave all my family and defend what is right
With only a picture they took me away
Not knowing that I would return back one day

Many years passed and I wrote to you
Telling you what I thought you must do
I told you to forget me and become a bride
As the sounds of the battle took away what was inside

Yet a pledge that you made and you waited for me
And wound I encountered sent me back free
I promised I’d remain with you for the rest of life
And the very next month I took you as wife

Three children we had and one child we lost
In another great war that we paid with a cost
The years kept on passing and age came to stay
But the love that we had never faded away

Then time took its toll of which we are a slave
And now I’m here standing by the edge of your grave
And I think back the memories of that which were ours
As I kneel down beside you to lay down these flowers.

I know that my journey will not be to long
Which is why every day I sing you this song?
For one day we’ll meet and in our arms will remain
And to kiss the sweet tear from your eye once again.

Ok time for some digital graffiti colored with irony.

The smoking ban actually encourages the smoking of weed, and I kid you not!!

Coffee shops as yet are not yet banned, probably due to the fact politicians still need a place to relax too make their decisions.


So the outline is this.

1: Smoking ban = use of tobacco’s (excluding weed)

2:Smoking tobacco in coffee shop = result in fine

3:Most people mix tobacco with weed, as weed here quickly melts the brain.

Thus if you smoke pure weed in coffee shops you can’t be fined.

What else would you expect from a Prime Minister who holds a creepy resemblance to Harry Potter – it’s enough to give you the Mugwumps

Thank you txmomof2 and accepted

Upon re-entering the room he immediately detected a hint of perfume in the air mixed with a robust yet subtle fragrance of cynicism. With a sweeping movement like a matador military conscripted he sits upon the chair and utters the time honored phrase….Bugger Me!!!!

Thanks for the welcome happy people, and may your Valentine day cards never wrinkle at the edges.

Since the postman did not arrive with any cards, it will just be put down to Alzheimer’s, and hopefully the service will have a cure for the following years postal round

Opens door and places head around the corner, and slowly opens eyes from squiting position.

Okike dokie first time visitor to the site, and dont expect a medal, but perhaps somebody to share life with in it's many colors.

Born in UK but now living in the Netherlands (no wooden shoes)and work as a care professional, which means I dont take care of myself!!

My simple maxim is... life is good, but better when shared and experienced.

Ok enough is enough and will find a chair in the corner with a for sale sign around my neck!!

Wishing you all happiness & insight for the years ahead of you