Either hot or cold
Up or down
No centre ground
No temperate clime
Sweet or Sour
Here or There
Passion or placid
Love or not
No grey area
No neutral zone
Fast or slow
No sideline
No sitting
On the fence
Good or bad
Rain or shine
No point being
Lukewarm
Or tepid
Or mediocre
Or middle of the road
Because if you’re in the
Middle of the road…
You get hit by cars.
Governments
And People
Sow Seeds Of Discontent
The opposite of Discontent
Is Gratefulness
Oh yes, let’s start becoming ungrateful and want something else….
A completely new and different life…
That was never had before
And not within our grasp
It promises
A present and a future
That was better than
What we had before
We Buy into the Discontent
It makes a person
Or a Nation
Or a Country
Want to start wars
Or destroy marriages
Or themselves
Countries that were once happy
Now unhappy
Marriages that were happy
Now unhappy
Nations that were happy
Now unhappy
And so on,
Nation Will Rise against Nation
And Kingdom Against Kingdom
If you Sow Seeds of Discontent
War Begins.
Love has to be two way
In order for it to sparkle
Otherwise it just bounces
Off the walls
And drops to the floor
Like a ball
Never caught.
Treat others with respect
And kindness
But you can also be a little wild and crazy
Don’t lose that zest
That made you who you are
You can use that bold energy
To help yourself
And others
Mechanical bits and bobs turning
But the machine is slowly winding down
Until it stops
And then it will just
Sit in the warehouse
(Like the Ark Of The Covenant
In Indiana Jones)
Just sitting there
Gathering dust
Cobwebs will form
Spiders will make homes
In the little alcoves
Between the smallest cogs
The machine is full of nests
Of other lives
But not its own
A machine doesn’t think
Or have a mind
It becomes a host
To little beating hearts
And things that want to live
Love has to be
Two way
In order
For it
To sparkle
Otherwise
It just bounces
Off the walls
And drops
To the floor
Like a ball
Never caught.
I’m facing
My social media phobia
My SMP
Sounds like a political party.
I guess it is, in a way.
It’s a political party
I would never consciously vote for
Yet it always seems to get in with a majority.
Innocence
That precious commodity
Is coveted
Makes people
Spit
With Envy
Makes them
Rage
With Jealousy
Cry
With Frustration
They want
Your downfall
Your suffering
But they don’t have innocence
Will never have it
Have never had it
Can never have it
Innocence is the most coveted
Of all things
If you have it
They will try to take it from you
By force
If necessary
They may succeed
To a point
But only to a point
You will take it back
Get money on the empties
They owe you
Always be owing you
And will pay in full
In the end.
But in the meantime,
Their ‘I OWE YOU’
Is imprinted in their souls.
And they have to pay it back
Sometime
Soon
A Hundred Fold
Can’t forget them
Well then,
Just forgive them
For they know not what they do
Sincerely
Truly
Forgive
Just do it
To free yourself
And you will free everything else up
In your life
And be astounded
By your progress
God will do the rest.
He wants a front row ticket
To my destruction
He’s a broken mirror
Seven years bad luck
But I murdered the feelings inside
Chopped off their heads
They ran around
Like headless chickens for a while
Then dropped down dead.
I’m taking mustard seed steps
To get where I ought
These steps are going to take
Much longer than I thought
But, you know baby steps
Always lead to motion
That move mountains
And are cast into ocean
Move that mountain
With just the faith of a seed
A small amount
That you couldn’t even see!
This insignificant little seed
Grows into a mighty tree
‘And birds of the air,
Will come and lodge in its branches’
And just like that tiny seed
That appears to have no power
You think you have no power
Over a mountain
But you can say to this mountain, move.
Yes, mountain, I’m talking to you!
And it will move
And nothing
Absolutely nothing
Will be impossible for you.
Things In My Head 