M, once said, about five years ago, when or around first we met: “heal.” Later on when I queried her meaning she said; “you will.” Even later, more nearly now that I pray for her not to leave me behind, due to breast cancer and heart issues; I asked again if she said that to everyone, like; “I’ve got to leave you now ‘sweet man’.”
“Yes. . . . I tell everyone that . . . . ”
Being so madly in love, loyal with gratitude, i’d follow her about like a puppy dog; to heaven or hell or in-between . . . or merely kiss the dust we will become in death spread as ashes upon the desert.
I do, you know, love her, marginally less than The Virgin Mary.
I cannot now remember my inane reply; such a fool for her i’d be should she allow it. But surely, the idiot I am replied something like; “i see”
Since then I’ve come to acknowledge a central truth. We must heal ourselves, all miracles of Jesus aside--or--for that matter the Prophets/Saints past, present and future. . . .Could it be; that in the presence of wholeness/holiness we wick the healing of God making more potent the cure?
The difference between truth and lies; knowing that advertising is The Great Lie. Well. Whatever. So is political No Speak. What the savage in me would decry as speaking with a forked tongue. Or typical of truly evil men wearing robes of divinity, the greatest badly behaved people. Unconscionably rude. The religious who pretend to speak for God.
No jest! Did I mean pretend to be God; or God Like?
Taught to be the village idiot, moronic, stupid to the extent of not having a right to live much less give birth to my self, or cause the birth of another child. Or for that matter any child; the care of which I’ve known. Possibly better bereft, of my own, by adoption the all life and the children of god?
I admit to being imperfect, as we all are, despite the billions of dollars paid as brainwash to purchase the Supreme Court, The White House, Senate, Congress, etc. to place a White-boy in office who by utter absence of moral or ethical conduct is equivalent to the KKK. Oh dear sweet Colgate smiling Mr. Romney go frack yourself early and often; repeatedly. Least Ryan gets in office and becomes like the former Vice-President Cheney who tortured small animals to death for his glee and pleasure; then graduated to torture children and adults absent Habeas Corpus.
Oh well. Women of age, put razor blades in your vagina's. Better! Wear Claymore Mines as chastity belts; just in case another Republican or Catholic gets into office.
You know . . . if I didn’t write; I’d explode in rage over the hypocrisy of those who idolize the Bible. Instead find the Holy Spirit inspiring its being written. Or those who tampered with it to prove that women are less equal in life than men.
Ladies you are alone and must prove your value in the Cage Fight of your life. Before insertion use the razors to cut their hahas off. More better afterwards shove the evidence into his mouth make him swallow this time; no potential reattachment. The with the palm of either hand drive his nose into his KKK brain.
Be well, Be More Better! Maybe, possibly, maybe not, just be friends and forget the baby making as practice at all; ever?! Or get a pet.
Or adopt one of the forty thousand children dying daily of neglect.
. . . at least I think now, thought then, what M implied when she said, or did I misunderstand? “Save yourself!”
121027 05:07 teleology v. theology
©2012 by Jack Spratt - All Rights Reserved
“Yes. . . . I tell everyone that . . . . ”
Being so madly in love, loyal with gratitude, i’d follow her about like a puppy dog; to heaven or hell or in-between . . . or merely kiss the dust we will become in death spread as ashes upon the desert.
I do, you know, love her, marginally less than The Virgin Mary.
I cannot now remember my inane reply; such a fool for her i’d be should she allow it. But surely, the idiot I am replied something like; “i see”
Since then I’ve come to acknowledge a central truth. We must heal ourselves, all miracles of Jesus aside--or--for that matter the Prophets/Saints past, present and future. . . .Could it be; that in the presence of wholeness/holiness we wick the healing of God making more potent the cure?
The difference between truth and lies; knowing that advertising is The Great Lie. Well. Whatever. So is political No Speak. What the savage in me would decry as speaking with a forked tongue. Or typical of truly evil men wearing robes of divinity, the greatest badly behaved people. Unconscionably rude. The religious who pretend to speak for God.
No jest! Did I mean pretend to be God; or God Like?
Taught to be the village idiot, moronic, stupid to the extent of not having a right to live much less give birth to my self, or cause the birth of another child. Or for that matter any child; the care of which I’ve known. Possibly better bereft, of my own, by adoption the all life and the children of god?
I admit to being imperfect, as we all are, despite the billions of dollars paid as brainwash to purchase the Supreme Court, The White House, Senate, Congress, etc. to place a White-boy in office who by utter absence of moral or ethical conduct is equivalent to the KKK. Oh dear sweet Colgate smiling Mr. Romney go frack yourself early and often; repeatedly. Least Ryan gets in office and becomes like the former Vice-President Cheney who tortured small animals to death for his glee and pleasure; then graduated to torture children and adults absent Habeas Corpus.
Oh well. Women of age, put razor blades in your vagina's. Better! Wear Claymore Mines as chastity belts; just in case another Republican or Catholic gets into office.
You know . . . if I didn’t write; I’d explode in rage over the hypocrisy of those who idolize the Bible. Instead find the Holy Spirit inspiring its being written. Or those who tampered with it to prove that women are less equal in life than men.
Ladies you are alone and must prove your value in the Cage Fight of your life. Before insertion use the razors to cut their hahas off. More better afterwards shove the evidence into his mouth make him swallow this time; no potential reattachment. The with the palm of either hand drive his nose into his KKK brain.
Be well, Be More Better! Maybe, possibly, maybe not, just be friends and forget the baby making as practice at all; ever?! Or get a pet.
Or adopt one of the forty thousand children dying daily of neglect.
. . . at least I think now, thought then, what M implied when she said, or did I misunderstand? “Save yourself!”
121027 05:07 teleology v. theology
©2012 by Jack Spratt - All Rights Reserved
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