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Easter Tolerance with a Twist of Irony

It is the year 2013.  Joshua looked like your average thirty three year old, but he was far from ordinary.  Joshua had proclaimed about three years ago that he was the son of God, and that he was to teach others the word of God.  He quickly found others willing to follow and spread his word.  But society did not believe he spoke the truth, and was corrupting others with his lies.  Joshua however did not let the others deter him from his beliefs, and his flock continued to grow.

His teachings and “miracles” that he could perform amazed his followers.  The bond between Joshua and his followers grew stronger, and in turn society ostracised and victimised him further.  Joshua only wanted to spread the word of God, and teach others how to live their lives so they could be with their Heavenly Father after death.  He gave direction to those lost, hope to the forgotten and meaning to those ill.

But Joshua did not teach the “truth” that others had inferred upon society.  Therefore society viewed him as a dangerous man, using cheap tricks and whimsical ideals to lure followers to his flock.  His was not a religion, but a cult.  A danger to the very fabric of the society we knew.  There was only one solution … a public trial and defamation.

The media hosted his trial in a series of intolerant documentaries and obscure interviews with unidentified ex-followers.  The claim that he believes himself to be the son of God mockingly repeated, just so we have no doubt of his ‘guilt’ and lack of credit.  Holy leaders are interviewed with silent laughs that paints their faces, as they politely dismiss the ‘lies’ of Joshua and we nod willingly.

Joshua remains silent throughout his trial.  The church and society find him guilty, and drag his beliefs through the dirt until those that follow are no more than blind sheep.  Publicly humiliated before finally hung out to dry in front of the world to see his ‘lies’ and that they are right.  It is the year 33AD.


Alley – A Sestina

apologies for not updating for very long! Lots of projects and schoolwork, but the busiest period hasn’t even arrived yet! Really very sorry for my lack of discipline >< anyway hope you like this! A sestina, on how we all too often lose our way through the treacherous territory of gold and diamonds. Hope you like it, and appreciate the comments!

In the alley, I meet the Spirit
The maiden of the Fair
Night, shrouded in mist.
Claiming lives
From clutches of play
To join her in the fog

I cease to wonder what lies beyond the Fog
Do not dream, says the Spirit
No amount of prayer
Will save you. Life is not fair!
You must fight for your Life –
But wait! I spot something amiss

I walk side by side with her, mystified
Seeing people, chained in fog
Devoid of Life
Serving the spirit with their own
Never seeing daylight that’s so fair
Never seeing the fun and joy of play.

No prayer
Can help those lost in mist
Entrapped in their own fair
world of gold and diamonds and mirrors that fog
Up, haunted by the cold Spirit,
They live, but do not live

Oh, they think their Life
Is meaningful, is wonderful – but pray
tell, what wonder comes of enslavement to the Spirit?
An eternal confinement awaits, tricked by gold’s mystery
And logic denied by a fog
of details and questions, but no answers. They remember not of going to a Fair

Nor experiencing sunset so fair
No – they remember not of their past joy, but of their lives’
Golden shine. They see not the Fog
They speak no prayer
for escape. They see no mystery.
For there is the Spirit.

I emerge from the horrors of the alley, from the Spirit of the Fair Night’s play.
I have not lost my way, my life is guided by the child’s shadow, not hidden by mist
Or fog, but in the light, kindling my fiery spirit.


(image credits http://fatherdaughtertalk.blogspot.sg/)



Whites act so superior, they’re rich and act so smug

Blacks just want a handout, and they’re all gangsters and thugs.

Mexicans, they’re taking all the jobs that should be mine

They’re dirty and they’re smelly , but their restaurants are fine.


Christians are all haters, and they’re arrogant and loud

They want to send you down to hell, while they ride on a cloud.

Muslims are all terrorists who’ll blow us all sky high

And atheists are scary, and we hope that they all fry.


Democrats don’t want to work…don’t want to pay their way

They only want to picket, and Republicans to pay.

Republicans are fat and sit and count up all their dough

While sitting in their easy chairs, or jets that come and go.


Foreigners all hate us…and they laugh and call us names

Don’t call those taters ‘French fries’, you will bring us all to shame.

Can anyone be trusted then?  Does anyone remain?

Can we just stop the hating please?  We’re all sounding insane!

One summer in wonderland ..part 5

Margie and Toms time together consisted of moments here and there stolen between classes and lunch time . They both wanted more time to spend together , only to be turned away due to one problem or another . Margie was always right at Toms side every chance she could , if it were left up to her she would be married as soon as Tom asked . He took rides from friends and met up with Margie when ever he could, still not satisfying either one of them .

The summer weather had finally warmed up , temps firmly in the high seventies and skies being cloud free . The days long and nights warm brought out the thoughts of Tom finding ways to be with his love on weekends and at night .  Tom was working on getting a car , but it was going to be a couple of weeks into the summer until it would happen .

Toms graduation also was drawing near , the only plans made for the future was speaking with an armed forces rep and not confirming anything . He had a job at a local dairy farm , but needed more money and hours working to sustain a relationship full-time . He had visited local job opportunities only to be turned down for age or lack of experience . He was beginning to hate the town he grew up in , the living was hard-earned and he wanted more.

One night at a local softball game they met , secretly walking off into a wooded area undetected . They only had a few moments before someone realized Margie was gone . They ran down a narrow pathway into a small clearing where they found somewhere to sit and catch their breath .

TO BE CONTINUED ……Thanks for likes , comments and sharing …timzauto 

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Changing lives

The guy looks around can see his own frown

He looks to the past , he lived his life fast

She wont let him go , her actions were low

He tries to confess , she wants to regress

Their thoughts that he knew  , oh how they once grew

He now figures out , the love hit a drought

Lost touch with whats real , has no more appeal

 Finally  looks ahead , his life he has shed

With new things explored , he soon finds the lord

Feelings turn around , this different life is found

 Struggles continue today , his lord wont turn him away


Competition …out of control..?

Competing with each other , is it human nature ? We were taught as children , playing sports to win , winning is better , be a winner ! In older days we were also taught sportsmanship …to lose with as much pride as we had when winning . Competition in the last 20 years has changed , we now put more emphasis on who to blame when a loss occurs . It really goes so much further than sports , It’s in our everyday life .  Job competition ,when something happens , as simple as a change of a decision by someone , we have to spend time and money to figure out who’s to blame .  I’ve seen divorced persons competing for the love of a child . We sit back and choose sides , while the children of our future learn from us. Is this the message you truly want to send..?

I wish maybe sometimes the competing side of our race would calm down , it’s getting out of control . It’s in our government , the blame game is out of control to the point laws are being broken , broken to prove certain persons are super human and make no mistakes . Humans make mistakes , we make bad decisions from time to time , we need more understanding of human nature , we need more forgiveness rather than finger-pointing .

One of my quests in this new life of mine is to relax my competing instincts and hopefully others will too . This has been on my mind for some time , just need to get this out …

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secret war

the ugly comes out , beauty is what I see

crossed faith , retrospect is plaguing me

wind and rain , friends are few

cold steel , rigidly built reminds me of you

I’m pulling away , forces are mounting

my armageddon  coming , the days I’m counting

these thoughts take me over , I’m wasting my days

some say be patient  , I’ll find my way

this war from within , soon I’ll fight

Leaving my darkness, the continuous night

my faith will win out , my mind will say

delivered from evil , to the light of day



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