sorry grammar all messed up, thought all sorted.

 A priest gets a house a maid a  car, a disabled

man who worked all his life is given a wheel-

chair and pittance told to shoo from society.

WE LIVE IN A LOCK THEM AWAY SOCIETY

I WILL KEEP SAYING THIS UNTIL SOME-

                     THING HAPPENS

BACK TO FRONT

 Rizal - Wikipedia, ang malayang ensiklopedya

https://tl.wikipedia.org/wiki/José_Rizal

‘Whoever does not sometimes give full consent, and a joyous consent, to the dreadfulness of life, can never possess the utterable richness and power of existence’.

                                                                                                                               Rainer Maria Rilke

It’s as if Rainer Maria Rilke and John Keats were alive in these hard times of economic gloom, spinning their web of negative capability.  Holding us in a protective balm against the silly sentimental manufactured culture and our greed of consumerism in a throw-away nonsense society. These men of true conviction are chiseling truth on waves of beautiful headstones rising from the earth, giving us a dark truth of today that will become the podcasts and blogs of tomorrow. These are the days when we must face the ‘waking dream’ and wake to the world of human frailty and stop hiding behind the hem of Christianity.  

I am not out to offend or blaspheme anyone because I know we all need spirituality and a godlike existence but I am enraged at the church and its hypocrisy let’s fill the cathedrals with music art and poetry.  There is something flawed about worshipping a man in a dress floating have around in mobile when there are people struggling to get the mobility of a wheelchair and access to get them to the street corner.  had our fill of golden treasures there is something flawed about worshipping a man in a dress floating 

Let’s bail out Christianity and save it any more sex scandals or holy war embarrassment’s, going against the grain of society, we can’t have the spirituality of today clashing with the spirituality of humanity tomorrow.  I apologize if anyone is offended by these comments but as Tom Waits said in a song ‘get down of the cross’, we need the wood to build an infrastructure that creates a path of access that helps people, were not building them and us judgmental society in a dog eat dog world.

‘It is a flaw in happiness, to see beyond our bourn-it forces us in 

summer skies to mourn, it spoils the singing of the

nightingale’.

                                         John Keats

In 2005 I took a stroke that almost killed me, I spent a year in 

hospital on my back waiting for someone’s help after my

exhausting days in rehab therapy.  I met a very caring girl on the 

internet, after months of yahoo-ing by computer I decided to go to 

the Philippines and meet her, and after speaking to my son I 

decided to find a little happiness after that rough year of waking 

from a stroke/coma on the brink of death, good food and the 

the warmth of a good caring woman was just the ticket I needed.

Playing the journey back and forward in my head arranging my 

friend to take me to the airport and my girl to pick me

up on the other side, I went for it.  I lived with my girl and her 

family and embraced their Philippine lifestyle so

different from ours,

 I never felt there was a difference in language or skin tone after a time I felt they were

family.  I loved their caring attitude and even embraced their Christian way.

Every day I had a massage and walked in between two bamboo poles on the balcony.   I 

loved their caring attitude so much I decided to stay and get married.  

They took me to fort Santiago where Jose Rizal was imprisoned and shot by firing squad 

and also to traditional cabins by the seaside and under a trained therapist’s

care, I was buried waist-deep in therapeutical sands.

After those days of near-death experience, it felt like I was in 

heaven, I took potions and herbal remedies, I swam in natural 

springs thinking one day I would walk, I even tried to embrace 

their Christian ways, any light at the end of any tunnel was a good 

light.  One day we went to a beautiful cathedral, on the way in I 

noticed it was decorated by colorful stations of the cross and 

biblical scenes, I noticed every statue was covered by glass cages

like a gaming machine and you had to put money in to light a 

the candle that dropped like a jackpot, I couldn’t help think

that the church had some sort of monopoly on suffering

And we were paying for the right to grieve.  The mass began and I 

sat there beside my future wife and I asked what was

happening, the huge doors were closed and the poor people and 

beggars were locked outside, shouldn’t it be the other way around I thought, 

shouldn’t all the well-dressed people be out 

and the poor people in, I began to feel that

hypocrisy rise in me, that the church had got it all back to front.

Wasn’t the church formed to help needy people, I felt violated and 

exploited, I wanted to go up in my wheelchair and

tare the robes from the upper-class priest and throw the challis's 

out the door but I sat through the charade.  The doors were opened 

again after communion, I asked the girl and all her family

For their change thinking

, 

I would put on the collection but I asked to leave and was pushed out among the beggars 

and thieves homeless and limbless people.  I took all the money I had notes and all and 

threw it into the air and went home disgusted never again to set foot in these hypocritical 

temples.I told my girl I would never be part of organized religions back to 

frontness, my marriage has now been annulled because British immigration said she 

couldn’t come here to look after me because I am disabled and can’t work to

support the manageress of a company.

All my life I have had to live under this hypocrisy that has raped 

and pillaged this land, I have since been told that I’ll

never walk or talk properly and the paralyzed side of my body has 

got no better, I might only have one hand but I’ve

got my poems and essays and paintings of spiritual energy and I 

feel alive, do you?

José 

BACK TO FRONT ( Jose Rizal the great)

 

José Rizal - Wikipedia, ang malayang ensiklopedya

https://tl.wikipedia.org/wiki/José_Rizal

‘Whoever does not sometimes give full consent, and a joyous 

consent, to the dreadfulness of life, can never possess the utterable 

richness and power of existence’.

                                   Rainer Maria Rilke

It’s as if Rainer Maria Rilke and John Keats were alive in 

these hard times of economic gloom, spinning their web of 

negative capability.  Holding us in a protective balm against the 

silly- sentimental manufactured culture and our greed for 

consumerism, throw-away nonsense society.

These men of true conviction are chiseling truth on waves of 

beautiful headstones rising from the earth, giving us a dark truth 

of today that will become the podcasts and blogs of tomorrow. 

These are the days when we must face the ‘waking dream

 and wake to the world of human frailty and stop 

hiding behind the hypocrite hem of Christianity.  

I am not out to offend or blaspheme anyone because I know we all 

need spirituality and a godlike existence but I am enraged at the 

church and its hypocrisy, let’s fill the cathedrals with music art and 

poetry, we have had enough of people struggling to get the mobility 

of a wheelchair and access to get them to the street corner.  We 

have had our fill of golden treasures of paranoia and hate there is 

something flawed about worshipping a man in a dress floating 

around in a glass mobile when disabled people cant get wheel-

chair access.

Let's bail out Christianity and save it any more sex scandals or holy 

war embarrassment’s, going against the grain of society, we can’t 

have the spirituality of today clashing with the spirituality of 

humanity tomorrow.  I apologize if anyone is offended by these 

comments but as Tom Waits said in a song ‘get down of the cross’, 

we need the wood to build an infrastructure that creates a path of 

access that helps people, were not building them and us 

judgmental society in a dog-eat-dog world.

‘It is a flaw in happiness, to see beyond our bourn-it forces us in 

summer skies to mourn, it spoils the singing of the

nightingale’.

                                         John Keats

In 2005 I took a stroke that almost killed me, I spent a year in 

hospital on my back waiting for someone’s help after my

exhausting days in rehab therapy.  I met a very caring girl on the 

internet, after months of yahoo-ing by computer I decided to go to 

the Philippines and meet her, and after speaking to my son I 

decided to find a little happiness after that rough year of waking 

from a stroke/coma on the brink of death, good food and the 

the warmth of a good caring woman was just the ticket jour thee journey back and forward in my head arranging a friend to take 

me to the airport and my girlfriend 

to pick me up on the other side, I went for it.  

tyle so different from ours, I never felt there was a difference in language or skin tone after a time I felt they were family.  I loved their caring attitude and even embraced their Christian way.

 Every day l walked between two bamboo poles on the balcony.   

I loved their caring attitude so much I decided to stay and get 

married.  They took me to Fort Santiago where Jose Rizal was 

imprisoned and shot by firing squad and also to traditional cabins 

by the seaside and under a trained therapist’s care I was buried 

waist-deep in therapeutical sands.

After those days of near-death experience, it felt like I was in 

heaven, I took potions and herbal remedies, I swam in natural 

springs thinking one day I would walk, I even tried to embrace 

their Christian ways, any light at the end of any tunnel was a good 

light.  One day we went to a beautiful cathedral, on the way in I 

noticed it was decorated by colorful stations of the cross and 

biblical scenes, I noticed every statue was covered by glass cages

like a gaming machine and you had to put money in to light a 

a candle that dropped like a jackpot, I couldn’t help thinking

that the church had some sort of monopoly on suffering

And we were paying for the right to grieve.  

The mass began and I sat there beside my future wife and I asked  

what was happening, the huge doors were closed and the poor 

people and beggars were locked outside, shouldn’t it be the other

way around I thought, shouldn’t all the well-dressed people be out 

and the poor people in, I began to feel that hypocrisy rise in me, 

that the church had got it all back to front.

Wasn’t the church formed to help needy people, I felt violated and 

exploited, I wanted to go up in my wheelchair and

tare the robes from the upper-class priest and throw the challis's

out the door but I sat through the charade.  The doors were opened 

again after communion, I asked the girl and all her family

For their change thinking, I would put on the collection but I asked t

to leave and was pushed out among the beggars and thieves 

homeless and limbless people.  I took all the money I had 

notes and all and threw it into the air and went home

disgusted never again to set foot in these hypocritical temples.

 I Told my girl I would never be part of organized religions back to 

frontness, my marriage has now been annulled

because British immigration said she couldn’t come here to look 

after me because I am disabled and can’t work to

support the manageress of a company.

 

All my life I have had to live under this hypocrisy that has raped 

and pillaged this land, I have since been told that I’ll

never walk or talk properly and the paralyzed side of my body has 

got no better, I might only have one hand but I’ve got my poems 

and essays and paintings of spiritual energy 

and I feel alive, do you?