Some day not on my rest day you'll be waiting for me across the lake between the night through your charm and snake delight I charge through fire to meet you at the edge... of your desire Whilst we wait we hope, we pray that our vision will unite and befall our enemies under Gods power so that we can live in our tower again.
In response to a post on social media I became acutely aware that the state of society is somewhat a loss. The media, news channels and other various outlets are deliberately restricting certain content whilst favouring others.
One such topic is LGBTQ rights. Now we in England and the UK have no shortage of these rights. People can identify as gay or lesbian or whatever without the risk of persecution. The gay scene is big in many towns and cities.
However, in other countries such as Uganda, these rights are non existent and merely identifying as homosexual is now illegal. I bring this up because Uganda like many countries do criminalise homosexuality but they have done so for hundreds of years. The west, like England also used to criminalise it but we only talk about other countries. Although England has changed it doesn’t mean it hasn’t always been a part of this.
So why do the news outlets focus on places like Uganda? Well, it’s simple. They are popular news stories which will garner huge attention and support in western countries from people who haven’t the faintest clue as to how or what the operation or culture of those foreign countries is. For example, the majority of citizens could be in favour of the new bill, making it a democratic process with homosexuals – if there is many in Uganda – in the minority.
However the west does a very nasty job of making these countries seem like the worst place on earth. Aside from protecting their own cultural heritage and the society they live in, they are a different way of life and people don’t seem to understand that. What is normal in one country isn’t always normal in the other. We have to accept this. Trying to impose a global homosexuality acceptance parade is offensive and undermines the majority. Remember that these homosexuality rights are modern creations, and you cannot shift the entirety of Africa, or Afghanistan or Saudi Arabia to do as the west pleases.
Taking the story of Uganda, it had been illegal since 1902 to be a homosexual including various displays of affection. The new death penalty is not something to be frowned on, in fact it is to prevent the rape and abuse of young boys and girls.
The law in Uganda now classes ‘aggravated homosexuality’ as having gay sex with someone under the age of 18 or with someone being HIV positive, among other categories…
This is not a bad thing, but the west seems to think that homosexuality should be allowed in any form, even minors. You have to laugh at the disgusting reporting going on. Insinuating our African family is less because they ban something which would otherwise hurt the vulnerable is not a good image. Although the agenda in England has started to shift to dangerous tactics like imposing LGBTQ awareness in schools.
Saudi Arabia came around, changing the law to allow women to drive, a huge milestone. Yet with all their laws banning homosexuality the world cup was hosted there! What does that say about the medias agenda? It seems they have a selective and very dangerous money grab scheme involving certain states and countries. If they hosted the world cup and built and entire stadium for the world to visit, surely they are open to making homosexuality legal? The west went there, paid them trillions and didn’t say a thing about its brutal legal system – known worldwide for persecuting people for very minor crimes.
If the news actually reported on things that matter – like the fact that Afgahnistan also imposes the death penalty for homosexuality and so do several other countries then it might seem fair to go after Uganda, but the reality is the new law is actually protecting people. Don’t forget Africa and many of the countries suffer from AIDs and HIV epidemics, with HIV being a worldwide pandemic for many years. They have to account for this, and the high risk of disease spread from homosexuality activity.
Although I am not condemning them or siding with them in any case. It seems like perhaps we, and the news of the west need to give countries a wider berth. We cannot be selective about what we choose to argue about when in reality those same things are happening in western countries. There is no end in sight for LGBTQ rights in England, and it is unlikely that they will end soon, if anything they will continue to grow.
What you harness inside Grows to become your being So whether hate, love or content You blossom the seeds you plant At the right time, they feed you Pain with be delivered If hate is your intent Take this as a sign That you are meant for more Don't hold onto a promise Or somebody else's lies - of which there are too many Calmly walk through the fire And breath with confidence Unto your life Knowing in heart and mind You did the right thing Rather than succumb to devilish ways Cheap attacks and fake facades Climbing the stairs doesn't make you an angels Unless you know your worth Counted by Osiris in coins Weighed in gold We don't know Until we know That you are there I am here There is one chance, to make things right.
Rush Through Ice Unto Your Open Heart Seeding Together Winters Path To which We Embrace
You can't see the fire within But you will feel the heat Inside
Quick Point on Protests
When it comes to having passions, I think that is great. I love hearing about peoples lives, passions and hobbies, goals and more. When you push it too far into the realm that affects others though, it isn’t a good thing.
I wanted to express my opinion on this topic. When I see protestors I don’t see their point in hurting, disturbing or insulting the normal people not involved. Yes it involves some harm. You might say that protest is a great thing to oppose the institutions. Sure when done correctly.
Lately I keep seeing vegans showing animals abuse and slaughter in the streets on television screens, they wear masks and don’t speak. I agree with one or two people that this is disgusting to be showing people walking around in public, especially children. It isn’t fair to push this on people with the insinuation that they are bad for eating meat. Eating a plant based diet has benefits, sure. But there is a need for some humans to eat meat. Their bodies cannot tolerate all plant based or they lack protein from it. This is not a diet issue with some but a medical issue. So when I see vegan pushing it against everyone – including myself – I get offended.
Then there is the sitting in road protests against oil. It disturbs people from getting to work. It stop emergency services. What does this achieve? Nothing. Stopping cars on one road will not impact billion pound energy companies from selling oil. Nor will it stop the customer from buying it.
That is all. I don’t think forcing these things on people is the way to go. It makes me frustrated to see this because it upsets my fellow human beings and that in turn affects me. Being passionate doesn’t mean you should cause people alarm and distress. Love one another!
Now onto writing. I have a short story ready to publish although not sure if I will. I also started to publish one on Wattpad – exclusive there until further notice. It is called The Zombie Lands and will have a new part released every Saturday. You can follow me on there for updates on the story. It is free. I suppose I could put it for sale but it’s free for now. So enjoy!
How the story of a man became the story of his change. Courage and strength in darkness, and light that shines the path to self-discovery. This is extracted from his real experience.
Quiet Forest Drive
A Short Story
by T. Maxwell-Harrison (Copyright 2022)
Peter Godspeed was thinking about Anna Sealake again. Anna was a caring demon with white hair and athletic arms.
Peter walked over to the window and reflected on his secluded surroundings. He had always loved quiet Forest Drive with its high-pitched, hard houses. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel disappointment.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the caring figure of Anna Sealake.
Peter gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an emotional, determined tea drinker with blonde hair and blue eyes. His friends saw him as an adorable, adventurous angel. Once, he had even brought someone back from the brink of death.
But not even an emotional person who had once brought a single person back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Anna had in store today.
The rain hammered, making Peter lost. Peter grabbed a chair that had been strewn nearby; he massaged the wood.
As Peter stepped outside and Anna came closer, he could see the cooperative glint in her eye.
Anna glared with all the wrath of an empathetic rare rabbit. She said, in hushed tones, “I hate you and I want to never see you again.”
Peter looked back, even more lost. “Anna, I have feelings for you,” he replied.
They looked at each other with shame feelings, like two old, old-fashioned owls sitting at a very robust night out, which had piano music playing in the background.
Peter studied Anna’s white hair and athletic arms. Eventually, he took a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” began Peter in apologetic tones, “but I don’t feel the same way, and I never will. I just don’t hate you Anna.”
Anna looked sad, her emotions raw like a tricky, tense table.
Peter could actually hear Anna’s emotions shatter into pieces. Then the caring demon hurried away into the distance.
Not even a cup of tea would calm Peter’s nerves tonight.
If you listen to this song, then you will better connect with Peter, who said he heard something like this song playing as he experienced this event.
A heart that is beating at a million miles an hour I don't think I can make it this hour the hour is upon us not so long ago... vast landscape and breeze and the howling of the wolves at night birds of prey screeching sounds like the moon will last an eternity bringing into my retina such a ghastly sight upon that time when I recollected my consciousness felt that divine wisdom set upon my own path free from the pain inflicted by others no longer a pawn for their evil standing by thy brothers who are afraid I will not be made or cast into some geometrical shape I am the One.
I wanted to share The Lonely Path. It is about the path that we all face. I have talked about it before. The path that divides, the other path. There is one path. I see one way. But just because you are walking the lonely path does not mean you cannot be with other people. Life is about giving as much as it is about receiving. it is more than believing. it is about doing. You have to show the world your light, so that you can shine in the dark when you meet your demise. Just because a seed grows into a flower, that does not mean we should discard it when it drops its leaves in the fall. Rather, we should nurture the plants so they will regrow, and the leaves will reappear. And when we too lose our faith, so too shall we steadfast and nurture it, because it will come back and it will be the same.
My depressed mind takes me back to a time
That time of great emotion and change
That time, so long ago
A strange moment I would know
Literal otherworld messages
deep and moving transgressions
passion for all existence
much inner resistance
ultimate finale
Hard choices
in the swooping fast lane
most daunting river of silver
your soul with ever deliver
until you see
the here and now
you take the bow
maybe a fall
deep hurting wall
inside
The hero did not need testing
but he did a lot of resting
those days
and those nights
and all of those internal fights
for release
a time long ago
when the hero took the brave move…
…and let go
8 years ago.
In the beginning there was nothing Now there is everything Rich elitist's in space Poor people struggling for livable space Those cold calculated smiles on the bankers face Signs Stop Go Repeat Buy Obey Control Dwell Sleep Shut up! Stuffed into the box Lost Straying from the path Halt! 20mph! Between the lines Between the lies Colouring your mesmerising denial In paper standard To inflation And you need to be thick Get off your **** and work...
I don’t know what I want anymore I don’t know what to want I have nothing I want Maybe wait until this is over Just get it over Let it end Steep end Nobody cares And I don’t care anymore * Maybe over caring Is leading to emptyiness And pain Because there must be route To the finish line And I can buy any more time Time to live Spent a lifetime already In the space And now reliving All your mistakes * In the clutch of the devil Evil that seeps through white papal cloth Onto burning leaves Autumn night leaves Us alone To be cold And stunned In silence Where we find waiting Something boring * Can you hear the wind blowing against my thin bones? Can you see the birds circling above your tiny abode? Let all of us rise again Let all of use die again Once again … Tortured and different Grey and depleted Space friends So desperately were needed Waiting to change And seeing rhetorical lies Nonsense.
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