Jesuitta

Jesuitta, God’s only daughter. God only had a daughter Jesuitta, which he gave to mankind to teach us love. She was a good little girl with blond curly hair and often helped her mother with the washing up and other household chores. As she grew up and came a shapely young woman she was coveted by men, who could not grasp her preaching of unconditional love was not about sex, they began talking behind her back. Rumours had it she had twelve lovers, there was talk of orgies with wine a fried fish and fresh bread. She went to the church demanded to be heard, asked why there were no women priests, and why the let sleazy merchant selling overpriced artefacts? The clerics who had enough of this noisy woman told Pilatus, he first raped her and to his shock realised that Jesuitta was a virgin; this knowledge haunted him the rest of his life. Nevertheless his throw her to his Roman Legionnaires as a usual tart. And the men taunted her: “Is this what you meant by calling love absolute, they bawled. Their women said nothing. They put her on the cross and as semen of a thousand soldiers ran down her legs, she died with forgiveness in her heart.

underage

Underage A moonbeam sat on a bough just outside my bedroom window, it as of the shy sort and it didn’t frolic about in the forest during the happy hour. I invited it in, the moonbeam was cold I tucked it in a blanket, careful that there was no physical contact between us, the beam was of a tender age one ought to be careful lest the “Guardian Harridans” find it nasty and demand a hanging party; no more playing of football and forever be and outcast less I repented. Children and moonbeams like stories and I told a few before the moon paled and I sent the little moonbeam on its way...untouched by human hands.

Jesus and other Levantine

Jesus and Other Levantine Yes, it was this thing with Jesus he didn’t like the way Judaism was preached so he set about changing it. As one can imagine the priests of the day set in their way and receiving bribes from the Romans to keep the peace were no too taken with this rather talkative man who claimed he also could do miracles. As long as he walked the countryside and spoke to the uneducated peasants they sort of let it pass, but he went a bit far when claiming he was God’s son it all started; it was said he kept company with whores and thieves, mocked the priesthood said they were only in it for money; and when he saw how they sold things like overprized relics he became angry as only a son of god can be and cast out the sellers. The clerics called in their marker. Pontius Pilatus duly had Jesus put on the cross. He did so with a heavy heart as rumours would have it Pontius was gay but didn’t want anyone to know. Ever since that time the Jews have been confusion for those who cannot see the difference between a kind Jewish carpenter and a Zionist wanting total control over us.

history lesson

History Lessons History cannot be understood During a weekend It takes about hundred years Before we appreciate What fools we have been But since history cannot be undone We are doomed to repeat Our mistake because we are fools Easily deceived By money, power and false promises Given by those Whose only name history remember, Murderers and false prophets

a short note for you

A short Note for You This is a little missive written in some haste as we have to go back to hospital for more tests. Only you could get me there and wait 4 hours in a packed waiting room. Time is tough for those who have no private health insurance and most of us have not. I tell you about the inequity of this, but you are not listening just look through magazines like “HALLO” touched by a million sick people. When we finally get to see the specialist, a woman of around 45, I tell her lies about my splendid health, but you are there and tell her the truth. I insist I’m ok and want to go home. Ignored by two women I agree to go back to hospital one more time about a bloody pacemaker, I gruffly leave for a coffee. But I’m glad you are there looking after me, I always knew how much I loved you, as long as you don’t tell me how to drive my car.

Philossomite

Philosomite And I will tell them if time I want a simple coffin The type the cousins the Palestinians and Jews prefer The preserving of corpses always shocks me, it is So futile sooner or later they have to replace the corpse on Display- like in Russia- with a plastic moulded one. And what is the point of having someone dead for seventy Years and will never open rotted eyes and say something Remotely rational. Writing late one night I looked up and saw Hitler standing there with a half smile across his narrow lips: saying democracy was dead, we made a mistake hating the Jews – they were too smart- but since we need an enemy to fight wars with and sell weaponry to anyone we wants to-the enemy too- so any Muslim will do.

tanka

Tanka It is the nameless voices The souls of those we never knew That shapes our world As it is today We are the ghosts of the past and future.