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“The world is not dangerous because of those who do harm but because of those who look at it without doing anything”  Albert Einstein

Purgatory

 Purgatory meaning:  Any place or state of temporary suffering or oblivion.


Ever get days when your just not yourself ? Well we all have them in life, only mine are becoming more and more frequent. As this journey of ours has no end in sight, thought by now the daunting experience of court would be just a memory. I for the love of god wonder how we get anyone sentenced in our country. We live our lives in purgatory, stuck from moving forwards or backwards.

Time has no meaning here and instead of feeling free we feel restrained. I really don't know how I never saw this world before, such a cruel and unjust place. I am appalled by the way society treats each other, what I once regarded as capable is all too incapable.

I look around this very sad world today and all I see is failure, enhanced by a bunch of over indulgent political idiots bumbling and fumbling their way into power. With no real life experience they turn their target onto the most vulnerable in society who seem to always be paying for man kinds debt.  

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For our part, we recognize that even in this life some punishments are purgatorial--not, indeed, to those whose life is none the better, but rather the worse for them, but to those who are constrained by them to amend their life. Saint Augustine City of God

Happy Non Abusing Fathers Day

Happy Father's Day to all non abusing fathers today. Take the time to reflect on how lucky you were/are to of had such a man for a father. Perhaps you will spare a thought for the children who were/are not so lucky too. There are many who use the title of father for there own purpose. The fathers who abuse and willingly destroy the very essence of childhood. The damage they do can never ever be measured. For the children of these fathers today I am thinking of you X.

Ignited

My tongue lies bitten 

Between my teeth

Snared against its will

Restricted words 

Not spoken  

                                              

It ignites the flame

Breeding life to anger  

Consuming and fueling 

It ravishes from within

Winning the battle for 

Control without justice

Prescribed a pill

Green little bullet

Causing the monster to

Return to its cave

To sit in submission

For now

Dear Justice System

STILL WAITING !

WHY?

WHY ?

BIBLE MICROSOFT OFFICE

 All I ever wanted in life was to be able to understand. I have spent many hours searching, reading, talking and learning. Why is the only question never to be answered. Something even a child knows, I remember my children used to think it very funny when I gave an answer they would reply why. This would carry on no matter how many answers I gave them, followed by bouts of laughter.


Life, nothing ever made sense to me, I could try to explain it but because I did not understand what I was seeing, it was hard to put into words. Many people that suffer in this world will ask why, worst of all our children. to which I will never begin to understand.


I am not a religious person, I believe in one god yes, I don't belong to a church and I don't preach religion but I do get annoyed when I hear people blaming God for our suffering. My reasons are very clear to me, all too often man/woman uses him as an escape goat. Responsibility for our health and lives lies with us. People who hurt others must accept their responsibility and their friends, mothers, cousins, brothers or sisters must stop giving them excuses. Lenient sentences are dished out on a daily basis in our courts because perpetrators of crime can give so many excuses as to why it was not their fault.


We accept these excuses because as humans we cannot face up to our own kinds ability to commit such vile and cruel acts. I thoroughly believe that God does not make monsters, responsibility for that lies with us.

We Met For The Last Time

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 Who the hell are you !

And the sensation of

Fear tingles up my spine

Flashing back to when we

last met !

I swallow my voice

Deep within a desperate

Gulp of air contaminated

By the scent of your presence

Flicker at Fight or flight

But I haven't got time

I find sanctuary by

Sliding inside my mind

As I lock you out behind

The thorny gate I see your

Filthy bloody fingers

Probing through

Hidden watching from

Far as you engulf my body

Crushing and constricting as

You entwine yourself around me

I step further back as the pain

threatens its way in

Focusing on your screaming lips

But unable to hear what is

So violently vomiting out of you

I reside myself to ride the

the waves of your anger

Praying that the storm will

calm and I shall return to me

Safely without too much damage