Spiritual but not religious
That’s what she wrote on her profile page
She was pretty
Thin in the saddle, but enough meat on the hinges
Perky nipples turned up to the moon
And so they are
A hundred million beautifull stars
And a Million miles away
Like
Rory Gallagher
Of recent edit, the ‘about part of the page read different
Some added information
Now we read ‘ Separated but not divorced’
Like so many of mankind She was possible also now
All dressed up with nowhere
To go
Ingrid had it right,
In some ways, and
Things
She was a demon, and,
She was a beautiful poet
She was honest, yet impossible
And so am I,
Impossible
I m cut from crooked wood
From sinew, that wild dogs wont touch
I m ready to go to WAR, in fact sometimes I think of it as my ‘calling
I use to cling to romantic ideas
I believed in Love
That dog dont hunt
That lie is amongst the Generals, and Politicians, and
Huisgenoot
My last chance was the small bug eyed dog
But i had to leave that house
Eventually as well
I m so empty i cannot look at myself
When you pursue and follow up, and go to the extent
to get hold of something, and then just as you get the thing it falls over and brakes in front of you, just when you turn your back to pick up your camera
that my day
thats life
there is nothing, and no one
there is just the quiet silence of me
looking at a failed fool
Walk to the office
Its 20feet way from the container
Put on the kettle,
Throw instant coffee into a paper cup
Open the pc, check the emails
Open FB, see there Chocky the Boston, that no body has so far adopted
I see there on the Boston FB page other dogs
People have abandoned …
I listen to Hichens
(2006) the axis of evil.
” Nobody can think they are save”
The Republic of fear must always be maintained.
The world is run and ruled by dictators, by despicable men
You cannot force it, but when it happens its great
What I m referring to is getting ‘over’ someone
Getting over the hurt
Getting over the WANT
And once that happens your free
And its like a new bird in the garden singing a new song
Its bloody fan fuckingtasttic
His name was Steve, he was our medic at Taza PowerPlant Iraq 2010
He was surprised when I told him I was single.
Thought it ‘strange that I would prefer to be ‘alone’
He had a newly acquired wife. The previous one didn’t work out
The new one was telling him what a good ‘deal he had, whilst she was out
Spending his money
She was a regular Princess
And all the while he lived in a container under sandbags two thirds of the year. But we all knew(except Steve) if it wasn’t for the Off shore money,
She would not piss on him sideways even if he naturally combusted next to her
Yet Steve ‘believed his efforts was going to pay off in the end, and that he was in love with ‘his soulmate
At night he spoke with her on Skype. Often it would be an argument about money … Two weeks before he had bought a new lounge sweet, and now she was going away for a week to France.
Yet somehow he believed that he had found’ Someone, and Something worth having
He didn’t want to get old alone(he told me) …
Then there was D.
We sometime s had a drink at night
Then he d ‘share’ … and he’d tell me about ‘T’ – The new wife
T’ had two children. The Boy wanted to be a girl, and the girl was an angry dyke that hated men
D was smitten never the less. And T ‘milked him
D’ sat there crying in a container telling me, night after night, about how he loved her, and how she was screwing some old boyfriend back at home whilst the ‘kids were living in the house he was paying for
Whilst he was counting off the days in a container, waxing his carrot, before he would fly back home to be’ together’ with his ‘soul mate’ his own Tornado
And the then;
There was Rich , who got his head blown off,
And his newly acquired Russian Wife who ‘scored Big with the Life Insurance payout, She could hard believe her luck!
And Mr Burns(as we called him)
And Sean …
And Warren
And Johno
And Craig
And the List goes on and on
All tough, capable guys.
All looking for love
But finding something else entirely
We could likewise erect a Wall of remembrance for these men
Went away from Family, and Life
Went away and dreamt of love waiting back at home
But got the rug pulled
Got told
They aint worth it
Somewhere mommy found a better deal
You come out of your mother’s womb, and
Your feet haven’t
Touched the ground
Yet …
They will start on you.
Starting ‘God’s’ work
‘Bending the forming tree’, as the saying goes
Telling you = you aint shit
Telling you to stand up straight,
To take your hands out of your pockets, and to remove your hat
Obey the teachers,
Listen to the preachers
Twisting you in the direction they foresee
Sometimes the spirit breaks
Sometimes the spirit turns rebelious
You end up damaged goods
Degenerate outlaw Biker that carries in ‘a wallet
A picture of a dog
Called Missy
i’v shadow boxed for hundreds of hours
Possible thousands of hours, could it all be counted
Yet , I never had that fast twitch like sugar Ray Leonard
I didn’t float like a butterfly,
I stuck like shit
instead
If you didn’t put me down
I came ringing your bell a little bit later
I didn’t turn Pro, as my Uncle had suggested
I got paneled for free, in the Amateurs
I got to the sport a little late. Only when I went to the Navy in 88
And didn’t take long for me to realize there were no substitute for experience
And,
A hungry heart couldn’t take you all the way
along the way I saw, that talent was not appreciated by those that had it … I can name you some …
I had to work hard for it
Had to swallow knuckle sandwiches … to the extent where the Northern Transvaal Team Committee left me out of the team the one year saying I took to many punches …
I run far .. and eventually was running further than almost anyone
I was fortunately stubborn enough to hang with the guys who had three hundred fights …
I was the underdog, and that was my preferred place
It took the pressure away
when people started telling me I was great that’s when I failed miserably
So,
Along with some of my other ‘dreams’ … I never reached my goals concerning this
And
When I were eventually selected in 96′ to go to the USA, I went and did something else instead …
& When I got selected to go and fight in Greece in 2002, I crashed my bike, at the very same time I had to find a job …
So that ship sailed without me
I look back now, and think what if …
Silly perhaps?
Yet there was something about it
That I miss
And unless you v done it
You possible wouldn’t understand
“It takes courage to walk away from indoctrinated belief.
It takes personal honesty and integrity to admit you’ve been duped your whole life by religion.
Not many can be that honest and truthful because the consequences can totally uproot everything you’ve ever known and understood”
Patronizing how believers always want to help you right. Seemingly they do not consider that they may know nothing about your past/history. And mostly always insinuate that they have the Higher Calling. They know where you are going wrong etc.
Off course they do not really care about you nor your journey, its only about them wanting to tell you how it is. And then, more often than not one get the feeling that they have a certain amount of pleasure in the belief, that you l go and burn in hell, because you did not prescribe to the same god as them.
However for most who find themselves questioning the God answers, there was their own journey,
These ‘lost souls’ may have spent considerable time where they actually searched for ‘God’, and even studied the scriptures. Many non believers actually at some point ‘tried ‘ finding God, and for many it may have been a painful, and most arduous journey. A journey where eventually the ‘reality of god’s absence’ made it impossible for them to keep on flogging the proverbial dead horse.
As George Carlin remarked , the Ultimate BS story. Where people are convinced about an invisible man , who watches you 24hours a day, Who doesn’t want you to do certain things,
Who shall send you to eternal damnation if you ‘r found out, to Not abide by His demands.
The Scriptures;
Page after page full of false promises, imagined signs, and wonders …
Promoting murder, endorsing slavery, the list goes on …
A sane person must be confronted day by day by bigots with the intellect of a caveman, Who then need to correct you regarding being a spiritual being!
Believers regurgitate backward and forwards in their assemblies,
Online cut and past corny one liners –
This All supposedly prove His existence?
Its a Ruse.
Yet there is still absolutely no evidence For Him, or his works. None.
How long must one imagine things, and then insist it’s actually factual! it’s absurd
A Man made ideology
Sometimes one may post one’s own lamentations , purely out of frustration that seemingly good, and intelligent souls, still defend and cling to this outdated fable
Having to dumb themselves down to keep on believing farcical truths
” I call to you, but I don’t call soft enough …”
I saw you on the subway in London
Just after I came back from Yemen
” its written in the scriptures …”
There is no cure for the likes of me
For the likes of this
Rockets, and waves, and tornadoes
The itch and the scars, that never completely heal
Or leave me
Like the honey badgers digging in anthills,
I cannot help who I am
or what I m stuck with
can I?
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Bruin kykdeur koppies Volroom Melk Plaas Botter Mamba-slange Voorslag op die Sweep
Almenak skeef teen die muur
Vleeplak
Beesmis vloer ,
Radio Vroeg oggend nuus
Oom Bekka, AKA Manie Maritz
Seun van die generaal
Kon ‘n Brahman grond toe klap
“Onthou die storie, Toe die gangster van JHB met die goue chain om die nek, hom kom dreig,
Daar in sy Bottle stoor
EN een Poes klap later toe le die ganster bewusteloos op die vloer
Thabazimbi, Makoppa
Agter op’die Bakkie wind deur die hare staan ek en Peter oppad na die Beeste
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