Wounded in life, I seek to staunch the wounds of others . . . . --xoj

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God's tapestry, all creation, my greatest value an attempt to live/love for: in gratitude, mercy, forgiveness, regardless of Age, Race, Creed, Gender, Gender Proclivities, or Generosity . . . seeking to make redemtion salvation & resurrection potential in all unique, precious, individual lives, human, plant, animal, world. . . .through words & images - Jack Spratt ... KISS

Thursday, July 26, 2012


"You had no right to be born; for you make no use of life. Instead of living for, in, and with yourself, as a reasonable being ought, you seek only to fasten your feebleness on some other person's strength."
--Charlotte Bronte

if ever could i should i leave you now or in the latter future it will not be for the place of love you & i but simply crawling from deaths bed to die amongst rattlers, eating a train or at peace beneath the wheel of a Municipal Bus parked curb side where I belong; "CRUB YOUR DOG!"  What was that?  "A pumpkin! What me worry?"

Better yet I'll await the passing of an average citizen driving a ginormous vanity mobile otherwise known as a SPORTS UTILITY VEHICLE driving inattentively texting sexting or using the vibrant ring tone inserted between posterior and seat to Happy Ending -- Get Off!

Hopefully death will arrive but otherwise crippled maimed or for whatever remains of life? Quadriplegic or merely comatose I will haunt you eternally and infernally forever more neither of us dying but wishing we'd never been born. Have a nice life in your urban tank sanctuary buried alive in medical payments for those you disappear.

By what means or measures or ends must be employed to express my displeasure unquiet disease and fury that women are slaves never equal to men?

It has been said, by women of course, should men be able to conceive and give birth to children: abortion would instantly become a Amendment to the Constitution of The United States of America.

Along side the right to bear arms for random killings pleasure unarmed civilians and animals machine gunned in forest their homes. Death too to me is a sacramental part of the holiness of life a contractual bond signed at birth. Remember the foot print on your birth certificate?

Or are you a member of the most forceful lobby in the congress of baboons, second only to Exxon, The United States Catholic Council of Bishops; or are you all Cardinals? Now endowed to subvert with your ideology that all life is sacred even if conceived by brothers, Uncles and Fathers to say nothing of rape by AIDS addled drug addicts? Retroactively aborting the divinity of women?

Think about the Mormons example.

With what grace do you bribe the legislators to betray women their Human Right of Choice?

In so far as I know from the censored & vocationally limited public school education. And the now castrated World Wide Web. The only hope of a free and complete education for the ignorant who bombed our Cathedral of Greed on 9/11 -- Let me see now the color of your money or sanctions. At best I remember the clause SEPARATION BETWEEN RELIGION & STATE.

I make neither threats or promises since I sense, think, feel and intuit:  the Author of US makes judgements only at the time of death terrifying to me. What you lay up or loose will and can disappear all of us.

. . . an after though: Though they may at one time have employed corporal punishments what Sister Religious ever raped a child? Never, of course.

Beloved tend your soul's garden well, knowing or learning that, all growing things are both female and male in collaborate beloved of God. No man made of woman or God is more equal than who created you.

120726 08:00 Charlotte Bronte © 2012 by Jack Spratt All Rights Reserved



120726 05:29 news

At times perused
tears of laughter & sorrow
intermixed from word to paragraph to page
the truths portrayed published of television news never 
good Fox of course not ever since it is merely propaganda 
shouted for the enchantment of those seeking confirmation 
their conceits of selfishness amused & i at the sight the logo chortling 
begins perhaps Mr. Rupert Murdock would be better mooning me perpetually?

Larger Fish to fry our deaths by spurious/felonious elements Incorporated never
ought or thought proper to belong in our seas, food, air, especially drinking water which without we have not life. None what so ever. Drink Coca Cola & die or at the very least the next generation born sterile little girls with penis noses and boys with breast wearing mommies panties gleefully awaiting their first menses:  pads or tampons?

Surely when WE THE PEOPLE
-- serfs one & all are gone those who remain 
the KINGS OF INCORPORATION -- THIEF & DEATH, INC. can use their children
become cockroaches as guinea pigs crawling the gray gardens left over in ashes

Greed is good but never blest unless for the commonwealth of life; think Karma instead of redemption --  tolerance not prophet or profits 

"The ink of the scholar is more sacred than the blood of the martyr." --Mohammed

© 2012 by Jack Spratt All Rights Reserved




120726 02:21 runes of grief

"Whether they give or refuse, women are glad to have been asked." --Ovid

Seasons come & go stitching night with short then quarters and half's the longest stitch:

Death

Yet death has no dominion never lost our memories left behind we beloved grieving our Beloved's departure a vision of immortality in real time measured

Rejoiced

With time our grief becomes reconciled life’s true grit to live another day then the next wounded suffering not . . . by our grief are we redeemed

Many my deaths all consoled by a friend who answers queries with whispers in death’s sleep

Short 

Each rest soon arisen like a child Angelic saved by He who in flesh walked whole/holy a man crucified never left Still walking talking weeping and joking ever blessing He is kind the servant King who may judge us as fools or wise what we give/gave to the least amongst us the meek

Inherit 

That He should bother with or be Brother to me is astonishing beyond definitions applied by others who would capture Him to define exclusively the Who He Is since he can be she or nothing at all for his friends & children dying again

Arising

A new born sun all the days of our lives Glorious & for him I’d Thankfully be anything anonymous an apple a snake a tree Never a ruler of men taking free will & choice away from we the children of God entombed in wombs of stone the laws of men merely make more criminals by blaspheme their greedy childish ways mockery of providence

“Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.” --Ovid

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