Vehemently, I near curse God

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Vehemently, I tell you,
I say in prose, or poem!

I cry, I weep, I shout,
I kiss even, as though with words!

I see a word, I cry | I weep,
I burn myself, the pain is deep!

I wake up early, I have to read,
I stress myself, I cannot sleep!

I near curse God,
Vehement is the cause!

And upon your nation,
I near call death!

And every notion,
It does hit!

I do not belong,
I cannot, I sing my song!

I cannot, I sing my song!

Cosmos catholici

Poem by Marc Aupiais

While alone, I will be gregarious,
I am never alone, though locked and key.. correct!

No cell but yours keep me,
No prison, but the freedom of love, Eternal!

To be for you I am to be kept!

They will call me a fool,
A lap-dog, so I'd accept..

One who submits, to one they think to be lack!
Hardly they know the truth on lack!

I shall nev'r on any hight or landscape's prom. turn my back on true you!

You are not the devil's witch,
Your spell, which is all of
you, is by prayer,
It is God who has chained me,
All of me in your heart,
It is his spell on us both,
Of truth, dear!

And my submission, in love,
It saves many souls,

And my foolishness prove,
My humble lift high!

For they treat you quite high,
Rightly they do,
To be true, though,
Non sequitur, is their general way!

And though I know your sin,
It is true mine too!
In the world I am,
Humble must I find to become!

I will not: to leave you ever:
I will: To die when you do,
But live if God not afford!

You are my calling,
I am fallen into!

Humility,
Not pride,
In truth,
Lead me and you!

Second vote on healthcare

Note by Marc Aupiais

Republicans use two minor errors, to send healthcare bill, which America's Catholic Bishops claim will fund abortion back to house of Representatives. The send back is reported by EuroNews! It was already signed by pro-abortion Barak Obama!

After folding to presidential pressure, previously pro-life Catholic Bart Stupak, has even now gone as far as to deny the authority of the pope, says Thomas Peters, a prominent layman in America. Bart Stupak, has for years until now been able to rely on the support of the USCCB to pass legislation. Both the Catholic Bishops, and pro-life groups are almost certain to find ways to punish Stupak for his betrayal of their alliance.

Thomas Peters, who has written for a bipartisan pro-life cause, has claimed that the pro-life Democrat is still not a myth. Conservatives have begun circulate a video, claimed to show Stupak saying he would support a widening of abortion coverage, if it achieved his other means. Claims of money changing hands have also since been made.

The healthcare fight has discovered a deep rift in the Catholic church between Catholics loyal to the pope, and Catholics who use their religion to front the political cause of the Democratic party, and who inevitably either trivialise the mass and systematic murder of innocents, which is wrongly called just abortion and not murder, or else, these even dare to directly support it!

To be not gregarious, or else not deep

Poem by Marc Aupiais

You may ask why distant, though I think you know,
I do not much care for those in close,
A few good friends, though none as much as you know,
My deepest secrets, my great shame, not for me alone.

I am quite private my dear, I like to stay hidden,
Though for you, I would light all the world!
Or set it alight!

We are both garrulous and both deep,
We both fear, we want each other to keep.
Our society is not likewise,
Our manners not the same.

Our morals may be different, compromise for me all the same!

Do not be all distant, you change when you truly love,
Forget their wounds, or remember them,
But do not transfer unto me their epithet.
Do not kill my hopes and dreams.

When I ask you change, it is only a request,
Though I may ask forcefully, it is after all, for your best.

I am here for later, and here early on,
Let us eat Italian together, French or Japanese!
It is only cuisine, dear, what matters is what hurts the heart.

So the abortionists win?

Article by Marc Aupiais

I just read in InforumBlog, that Stupak, who is clearly if so: stupid, caved. Apparently he settled for a future promised executive order saying funds must not go to abortions, from a man who made just about the opposite promise to Planned Parenthood, and the money-weilding abortion lobby. The executive order can only be a cheap way to duck out, hardly a guarantee, or irreversible, and easily misread. The blue dog Democrat really is a myth, as is Stupak's Catholicism, if the report is true, as seems so!

Sex abuse in church

Note by Marc Aupiais

Been watching perspectives on EuroNews, finally a pope who cares. I hope those homosexual paedophile rapists are not just disciplined for their rejection of God's gospel and Simonry of the flock, and the weak- but that they are arrested also. Why are any bishops or others involved in what is portrayed as a conspiracy yet to be arrested? It is still only suspicion, true, but the real must be separated from the false- justice ecclesiastical and statutory must follow, states somehow have let these monstrous perverted evil-doers off. When last was excommunication last declared for such matters as disobeying the Canon Law? The world is sick because the church is weak!

Believe me or not

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Believe me or not,
I say not in jest!

When I speak of you yet,
Near no one does
comprehend.
Few I tell, yet so few believe!
Even less would,
If I told them in full!
Though we both know true,
I'd tell none it all!

And your secrets are safe,
No lock, no key, not even
written, my riddle!

When I am asked,
I contradict my belief,
Or simply equivocate!
Perhaps wrong indeed,
Though I speak as though
Imperical, as though
We were sure of things,

Yet, you, are temperamental,
Though I quite well- do
these days sometimes read!

Believe me or not,
I fear, dear dynamic maiden,
I am terrified of you,
Even this foolish folly,
I fear you not for me!

And the thought,
It hurts me,
It drills into my marrow!

And I know you'd hurt me,
Or anything to keep me!

Yet I fear you dear,
To lose you mare!

What is real, is love,
between us!?

Human rights, what human rights

Note by Marc Aupiais

Jacaranda FM is doing a poll on human rights day. I, like the majority of those before me, said that there was nothing to celebrate, the second biggest majority were having a braai (cooking meat and traditional food (Afrikaans traditional food, like pap) using a fire, and sitting around eating 'n drinking usually outside by the fire), but South Africans do that anyway!

Wait, ANC did worse, was a vote of full confidence

note by Marc Aupiais

Apparently, both BBC's text and Etv (not unexpectedly on the second) were wrong, or I misheard, Reuters, a real news agency, is saying that the ANC amended the COPE (basically ex-ANC members upset with Zuma) vote of no confidence before it went to vote, so that it was a vote of full confidence in polygamist Zuma's leadership, despite his multiple adulteries. Zuma was in Zimababwe, doing more quiet diplomacy with Mugabe, even if (sometimes ANC drop-outs) COPE wanted him to do some quit diplomacy for the country, and rather, Zuma was doing quiet diplomacy with those seeming mugs who allegedly buy that Mugabe will actually let go of the reigns (pun intended) of power. Anyone have confidence in the intelligence of South African voters?

No Confidence vote in Zuma

Note by Marc Aupiais

The ANC didn't dare launch one against Mbeki- basically a move to impeachment. The BBC says it is the first time this sort of vote happened since the end of Apartheid. COPE had no chance of success, they surely know, and activist ("we like to air porn") ETV's (once accidentally reported that Obama died?-BBC says of them) news were surely sucking thumb when they said the vote may have backfired. It made a message to the world- who really matter!

COPE cited Zuma's multiple promiscuous adulteries- his sexual risk-taking. Sisulu, the defence minister, who army members allegedly planned to kidnap once, who owes Zuma everything, and Zuma pet Radebe shouted, as ANC members danced- effectively telling the world that they support Zuma's sexual folly. A wise ANC would have quietly voted down the motion by basically Ex-ANC COPE! The NEC, says leftist M&G, the high council of the ANC (National Executive Committee), allegedly fear Zuma's affect on voters, an ANC behind Zuma could worsen it. Instead, the ANC, blind to basic politics: over-reacted, and made the country look foolish and backward.

Following EuroNews showing images of violent protests, some of many flaring everywhere, BBC now reports on a No Confidence vote. Zuma is looking foolish!

Vatican Missionary News Service airs voice condemning superstitious Thai "red" protesters

Article by Marc Aupiais

Before noting what the Agenzia Fides the official news service of the Pontifical Missionary Society has to say, I must note that in accordance with the Witchcraft Suppression Act: I strictly oppose and decry any suggestions that any real sort of magic is being used by protesters, the protesters may believe they are using magic, due to Thai Buddhist superstition, and this is what I believe Fides is referring to: mere superstition:

The protesters' reliance on a non-existent "supernatural force", clearly shows the showmanship of a dying protest.

The person quoted is an expert in Thai culture, including their illogical superstitions.

What is notable, is that Fides article slants towards the government, and suggests that these empty symbols, such as the mass throwing of human blood on the house of the Prime Minister, seen illogically as a curse, and not just a waste of blood, in the empty and wrong Thai superstition, are signs of the protests losing weight.

"On the protest of the "red," supporters of former Prime Minister Thaksin Shinavatra, which has been taking place in the capital for four days, Fr. Maier tells Fides: "It has been extremely shocking for the public. The Red Shirts have used superstition, [what Thai society wrongly believes to be rituals of] black magic [which I, dutifully, in accordance with South African law: affirms, does not exist, and is no danger to anyone!], and the use of human blood as a sign of [the protester's claiming wrongly that they are] cursing the government. The public did not appreciate these extreme gestures. Shedding of blood, the sacred symbol of life, has been decried by many and was an act harshly condemned. The Buddhist monks now want to 'remove the curse' and return 'good security' to the government palace and the house of Prime Minister Abhisit Vejajjiva, which are stained with blood."The missionary continues: "There are former communists who wish to retake the political space and the former Prime Minister Thaksin would do anything to regain power. Some analysts say his plan would be to become the first president of Thailand, displacing even the monarchy. But, the Prime Minister in office will not resign, nor does it appear that the army intends to support the protest of the 'Red.' The attempt to subvert the established order seems to have failed. This is why today, the movement works only to save their dignity and integrity, to not admit resounding defeat. ""

I repeat, neither Fides, nor their source seem to be affirming the Thai superstition, rather, they seem to be showing the symbolic meaning, in the superstitious Thai culture of the rituals engaged in by the superstitious rural protesters. The real danger of spilling blood- may be a spread of disease and unsanitary effects.

What I can say, is that I like the Catholics in Thailand pray for peace. Prayerfully a sanity will remain. Fortunately, these desperate, revolting signs, show a protest which has turned desperate.

I do not guarantee that the Vatican missionary news expert is an expert, perhaps the spilling of blood has another meaning. There certainly, I strongly note: is no witchcraft involved, whatever the protesters do or do not believe!

The whisper

Poem by Marc Aupiais

I spoke to, of you, whisper!
I know your path to life!

I knew the secrets of death,
Of life and life and life!

Yet, should you truly seek me, You must never now
compromise,

Should you seek me in winter
Here it is summer or spring!

Use powerful tools: reality
And truth!

To get through and past
the glacial ice, that knife
of night alight!

Due, never forget to serve
true, this I know is true of
you!

Seek me in the wind and leaves!
Seek my soul past seas!

Seek me in the church and chapel,

Remember me with ease,
For I am living, and moving!
Mountains melt on my breath,
Let hope engage all dreadful dread!

I await, do not hate, dear friend!
I await, await, await!

For you know me,
You whisper, as do I!

And on my strength you push and pull through dawn and day,
You secretly travel,
And secretly move,
Onto the path,
Which brings you, me life!

Whisper truth, more powerful than any power,
Truth, love, reality, hope!
We find withering hope,
To true divine,

Follow me, eat from my heart,
Never neglect the path of truth and heart!
Both necessary,
Both to | do guide!

What will we do, when you hear my true?

listen to ‘What will we do, when you hear my true? ’ on Audioboo

Poem by Marc Aupiais

I portrayed you as a monster,
A creature from deepest depth,
I discounted your goodness,
I focused on your flaws!

How could I withdraw the truth,
For what to revanche,
And get in your grace!

You are why I live,
But what is any with no truth!

Of these, I am quite ashamed!
I do wish they were never true!
I feel as though I criticise me!

Yet must I lie to all?

Perhaps I should withdraw,
Revanche what I have for you!
En Revanche, do not leave me or bid adew!

I love, yet I fear with you!

Do you even recognise my face

Poem by Marc Aupiais

I wonder if you know my name,
Foreign as it is?

Can you speak the words of it,
Do you know my air over tongue, and lips,
Like some harmony, a tune now strung,

Do you know the water in my veins?
Is my name on your tongue, heart, inner soul?
Do you remember me, or am I but one,
Like the thousands whose lives I change,
Names easily forgotten?

I wonder if you know my name,
If you know my language,
Or the foreign land I'm from!

I wish you would speak to me,
Or of me, though you do, is it enough for you and for me?
I wonder if you recognise me,
Dear wife, the man who shares your bed at night,
Who kisses you at wake and sleep,

Who lives to please you day and night?

I wonder if you recognise me,
Who lives and is sustained in you,
Who needs, and is dead without you!

Yet, in fact,
You do know me,
And my fears are unfounded, I pray, and play!

Yet, I wish you'd say you knew me too,
For I have known you also!

Speak my name in my sleep,
Yet not only in my dreams,

Not only in the shadowed land,
The intimate land of us!

Yet, I know my tears, those deadly fear,
Have to yet be unfounded.

Yet, what if you were to speak of me,
And tell me true, not faded.

Even then I fear, you may speak of another mistaken!
After all, my name is foreign, my language slightly altered!

Speak to me, not mistaken!

The secular death of Christ

Poem by Marc Aupiais

The death of Christ was
quite secular,
For it is in the beginning of
this, our last age of life!

It was caused by the
secular,
Everyday fears, politics,
Geo-politics and love!

Jesus himself,
Quite secular:
A thing of this world,
Entirely human:
Entirely God!
And loyal to his father,
Quite the value of our world!

The death and life of
Christ:

We speak of it secularly:
And age past age we speak
Of it.

And twenty times, a secular date:
A century's passing each!

Indeed, love,
Christ died and lived,
Secularly!

And a God dies only once!

Parliament's hands dripping with blood- archbishop of JHB

Article by Marc Aupiais

The editor of Archdiocesan News, whom we have an agreement with: has informed me that the South African Press Association was sent this dispatch at 16h00 today:

"Anti-abortion march attracts thousands 

'The hands of South Africa's lawmakers are dripping with blood.' said Archbishop Buti Tlhagale to more than 2,000 anti-abortionists who marched on Saturday 13 March with the Archbishop from the Cathedral of Christ the King to Constitution Hill where officials from the Department of Health accepted a petition addressed to the Minister of Health calling for an end to abortion.

South Africa is a young democracy – said the Archbishop - yet those at the helm have wasted no time in 'binning God'. They tolerate religion so long as it is practiced in private. South Africa's lawmakers deny that God is the source of all freedom. The Act simply frees a person from moral responsibility, from the dictates of their conscience. Since abortion is approved by Government legislation it cannot be wrong is the reasoning which sees morality reduced to a personal preference. The debate around moral regeneration is simply that – debate. There is no search for elusive moral value, not much conscience. In the debate there are no absolutes, no non-negotiables.  For Christians God is the author of life and we have to answer to Him on the issue of abortion. Yes, there are tensions between individuals and tension between the church and politicians who have legislated the killing of life in the womb but society is far too lazy to search for the truth, to do what is moral.

We are on a cause of life. We march today because the Church is duty bound to raise its voice; duty bound to value life, especially life in the womb. South Africa's lawmakers deny life and offer abortion on demand.  In this country child rape, brutal abuse of women and children, drugs, violent road deaths are common. Amidst this everyday violence the gospel calls us to protect and revere life. 'Thou shalt not kill' is unambiguous. Life is of unassailable, inestimable value and abortion is a deplorable crime.

Doctors and nurses are pledged to serve life, not death. How long will it be before the South Africa's constitution protects life?

The Archbishop called on young people to respect their bodies, respect life and speak out. Silence means complicity.

'Love God, love your neighbour.' he urged the assembly. 'Protect and defend life – life from its inception!' Permission for the march was withheld until Thursday.

Nevertheless it was well attended and marchers were well disciplined. Some carried graphic photos of aborted babies, others images of the Virgin of Guadalupe, patroness of the unborn.  SAPS and Metro police accompanying the march were redirected from the 'Old Fort' entrance to the Con Court entrance. 

I may have disrupted the formatting of their release, which I was also sent, as I am sending this article from my phone!

I sin, and I wonder, and then I collapse

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Oh, the shaded true colours,
What wonderment in scent and smell!

Oh the world one sees,
What a pragmatic choice:

What else can one do?
Not that burden: trusting
faith!

Let's take the burden off...
What man can do right!
Really, what a pathetic
case! In point, I must now
make it shake and deadly
break!

And I wonder and wait!
I know what now awaits!

I know the joy it brings,
To me, you, to others,
One flies on one's choice
Of broken flying ice!

And I fly, above,
I wonder, not shy!

And I wait and think,
And make a choice,
In point, I make!

... Yet you know my choice,
As though my God!

And I turn to you,
And in wonderment,

I as you to join me, surely
you would!
In this spiral down to
highest hades!

And great joy- I hope,
I want you to spur me on!

What a challenge not to sin,
Who is God, does He think himself God?

And now I cannot escape!
I've fallen into this trap,
All arrayed in shades
colour and smell,
In wonder and scent,
In much happiness,
So little spent!

What ease is sin, I ask,
Yet you no longer laugh!

I look at you now,
We've both been spurred on,
And in comfort I took,
That you also went on!

Yet now I look at you,
Whom I betrayed!

My eyes water, I ensnared,
Entrapped you!
By my sin, I've trapped all of now
What was once wonderful you, so good, so true!

I look at your eyes,
Crying, spurning tears!

And we wonder together,
What shall we do!

Why is it one should sin
with others,

But not spur on right... !

A true friend is this:
One who leads, when need,
And follows indeed,
And together does right!
And sometimes acts not
kind!

Both spur on right!

You know my sins,
You know quite well mine!

And...
I know your secrets!

So let's turn together,
Make everything right, right!


For when sin substitutes friendship, love, truth!
Things always are awry!

I do wish the ruling party would stop calling for the death of whites!

Note by Marc Aupiais


When I noticed the newspaper adverts on the side of the road saying "Malema: 'Skiet die boere'", or the like, I knew that another member of the ANC had attacked minorities. Malema is the ANCYL president. The position traditionally is a stepping stone to become ANC president, and thus president of the Republic of South Africa.

The current President of the Republic of South Africa, Jacob Zuma, claims that non-Afrikaaner whites are not true South Africans. Mense wat is nie boere nie, is nie Suid-Afrikaaners nie. (people who are not Afrikaans, though he wasn't speaking Afrikaans, I am giving Afrikaans because the word boer means farmer, citizen, or Afrikaans speaking white. I am what is known as an English South African: not British, but English speaking Caucasian). Of course, attacks on Afrikaaners strike with me, we are often lumped together, despite the radical differences in our different cultures.

Julius Malema, who occupies the seat of African National Congress Youth League (ANCYL) President sang at his birthday celebration in Polokwane on Monday: "shoot the boere, they are rapists". The ANC has defended the song as historic, claiming it perfectly acceptable and a song against cowardice and oppressive forces.

It is not the boere, I say, who enforce racist laws, and encourage farm murders with hate speech, it is the ANC, who say they will "kill for Zuma", intimidate judges, disband South Africa's version of the FBI, and appoint allies as intelligence chiefs.

Jacob Zuma is famous for singing "bring me my machine gun".

AfriForum, originally constituted in order to protect the Afrikaans language, against the oppressive forces attempting to destroy it during this post-apartheid leftest ANC rule of administrations, has become a champion of white and minority rights. The South African constitution, and government statutes, mandate discrimination against Caucasian South Africans.

According to AfriForum the song is hatespeech:

"AfriForm Youth held a different view. Its chairman Ernst Roets on Thursday sought to provide the league with a list of 1,600 people murdered on South African farms in recent years.

"It is our understanding that the Youth League claims this song should be seen within a political context and that it has no physical or emotional affect on whites or Afrikaners whatsoever," Roets said.

AfriForum was therefore providing the list of victims to show that singing of the song may have consequences.

"This is not a game of cowboys and crooks. On the ground people are being murdered while Julius Malema is singing and sipping on champagne."

Roets' attempt to give the list to the ANCYL proved fruitless, with no one willing to accept it.

He turned up at Luthuli House, the ANC headquarters, armed with the list and an email sent to the league alerting it to the organisation's intentions.

However, Shivambu said Roets did not make an appointment. He said the league had no knowledge of the bid to hand over the list of names.

He accused AfriForm Youth of "grandstanding".

Roets was determined to have the league see his list, threatening at one point to stick the list up on the outside walls of the ANC headquarters.

He thought better of it after a phone call to his lawyer, but proceeded to the Equality Court in Johannesburg where he submitted a complaint against Malema.

"We instituted legal proceedings... we want the matter to be referred to the National Director of Public Prosecutions, the song to be declared hate speech by the court, we want Malema to apologise and also to pay damages," Roets said.

The song "Kill the Boer, Kill the Farmer", sung by the late Peter Mokaba, was found to constitute hate speech by the SA Human Rights Commission in 2003.

The song sung by Malema was not the same song, though the lyrics were similar. The 2003 finding, therefore, did not apply to it, said Roets. - Sapa"

(SAPA (South African; independent; Secular) 11 / 03 | march / 2010)

I cry because I love you

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Our government here sees us as a problem!
We're scapegoated for apartheid,
We're scapegoated for the sins of the west!

Daily I live in fear,
All to aware of the laws unfair!
All to aware of the hate,
Of the fear!

As our government speaks of us,
A problem quite declared!

Daily I am convinced to live on,
What else can one do,
Where else can one go?
My speech though vague,
Is not like where you live!

And I wonder at you-
We are different and so!

What I see as bad,
You may see only sad,
Or my view as mad!

I worry for you,
All snug and safe!

As again I check the gate,
And the doors,
And burglar bars!

I wonder when the day will come,
When I am no more!
Even my people here,
We may one day be no more!

For where your people cared for our persecutors,
Where you saved them from some of our own!
Yet, now comes revenge,
We are left all alone!

I do not like your country,
Even your lips move all different,
As you somehow still speak!

How can I endorse its value system,
Such a double edged sword?

And yet I work myself silly,
I am not welcome in my own country!
I work hard because poverty is death,
For those of European decent!

And yet I look at you,
Safe and tucked into bed!
With a government you don't much fear,
And no one screaming for your people to be dead!

And I wonder, do you much care?
Of those spoils of what your country did?

Yet will not do again it seems,
To save us who you risk to death?

Details of the JHB ant-abortion march on 13 March

(SACNS a.k.a. Scripturelink.net News)

Noted for our service by Marc Aupiais, our Editor

We are permitted to redistribute the following press release in accordance with our agreements with the organization organizing the event, and with Archdiocesan News.

The following is a press release sent out to media:

Release on the 11th March:

"Health Abortion - Government Gauteng MEC Health



Anti-abortion march Saturday 13 March

ORGANISERS IN A QUANDARY



Organisers of the march have no idea of the number of Catholics that will turn out for the Mass and prayer-walk to Constitution Hill on Saturday 13 March to petition the Minister of Health and Parliament to repeal the 'Choice on Termination of Pregnancy Act'.

Pray for a good turn-out, a successful march, Mrs Michelle Joseph urged 40-50 representatives of parishes gathered at the Cathedral on Saturday 6 March to finalise arrangements for the march. Estimates of the number of marchers vary from 1,000 to 5,000. Rev Fr Shaun von Lillienfeld, Administrator of the Cathedral, expects about 3,000. The cathedral seats 1,500 and can hold 2,000. No parking will be permitted on the west side to allow for overflow. said Fr Shaun.

Mass at the Cathedral will be celebrated by the Most Reverend Archbishop Buti Tlhagale, Archdiocese of Johannesburg who will deliver a message in the Homily.

Residents of Little Eden, a home for adults and children with profound mental handicap, will take part in the Mass. So too will the Catholic Womens League Adoption Society; the Catholic Order of the Knights of de Gama; the St Cecilia Sodality Choir; and members of the Culture of Life Campaign, the organisers.

Some parishes have arranged to come by bus. Each group attending will provide their own marshals. Many parishes and groups will carry a banner identifying the group and protest signs and anti-abortion slogans. The march will take the form of a prayer-walk with marchers praying the rosary and singing hymns.

There are some 130 parishes, 40 catholic schools, a dozen movements and sodalities some with branches in every parish and some 50 different religious congregations in the Archdiocese of Johannesburg. www.catholic-johannesburg.org.za



Programme

08:30 Marshals briefing; 09:30 Mass begins; 09:45 Message by Archbishop Buti Tlhagale, in the homily (aka the sermon); 10:45 First marchers leave; 12 noon Marchers pray the Angelus at Constitution Hill where a letter addressed to the Minister of Health will be handed to the MEC for Health, Gauteng.

The route is westwards from the Cathedral, on the corner of Nugget Street and Saratoga Avenue, along Wolmarans Street turning north in Wanderers - Hospital Street to the Old Fort side of Constitution Hill and return south along Hospital Street and back to the Cathedral along Smit Street.



[...]

The Culture of Life Campaign was formed by lay people of the Archdiocese of Johannesburg at the request of their Archbishop who called for a commitment to promote life, especially life in the womb. In November 2009 he urged Catholics to study the Gospel of Life encyclical of Pope John Paul II and to reflect on the constitution of South Africa which does not value life.

11 March 2010"


We do not guarantee the accuracy of the legally related statements of "Culture of Life", or others!

Facebook event for the march:

Johannesburg Archdiocese march on March 13 to end state endorsed abortion
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A sachet of salt, of vinegar

Friendly language note by Marc Aupiais

Here is South Africa, when you have small packages of salt, vinegar, tomato sauce (ketchup), pepper, etc it is called a sachet.

A perfumed package may be the same, but having talked with a friend, I hear that in a certain country at least: a sachet is only a perfumed smell releasing package.

I prefer the RSA meaning, you!?

Help Haiti's economy crash

Article by Marc Aupiais

Whenever dealing with disasters, we must always use subsidiarity! Without it, we risk destroying economies, as the US and others have done in Africa.

A major Haiti government official, says BBC, has warned that food aid possibly threatens the Haitian economy. This is a very real, and connected fear. What is given free affects what is sold. What is sourced in foreign nations, affects that made locally.

The solution: source locally, that is that! CRS and Caritas often have, as has the World Food Program recently in Africa to my knowledge.

Nigeria: Jos violence: religious, or political?

Article by Marc Aupiais

The Vatican has clearly shown contempt for claims that the recent cold massacre of reportedly hundreds of often helpless villagers in a majority Christian town, around Jos, was religious based.

According to the BBC, those who are Christian are more likely to be able to trace their ancestory in the area, and thus more likely to be able to gain scholarships or government jobs. The BBC question whether the Nigerian government really desires to protect Christians, citing a low police presence in the village, and blockades allegedly not aimed at where the attacks reportedly came from.

The violence in the Jos area, the no-man's land between the Muslim North, and Majority Christian South in Nigeria is usually between Christian and Muslim majority ethnic groups, the Christians linked with the south, the Muslims with the north.

According to AFP 12 states in Nigeria's north enforce sharia law.

The Vatican's claims that religion is not the cause of violence, could simply be PR against the secularist influences which offend the church grievously. It could be inter-religious outreach to Muslims, or a belief that real religion does not promote violence.

But truthfully, while religion is a factor, I agree that it is the laws and politics, and lack of justice of a divided often internally endangered country which are the cause of violence, whatever the accidental facts.

Nigeria still is only under an acting president. Violence happened before the recent problems.

The real problem is a sort of impunity which leads to scapegoating and community vigilante behaviour. The real problem is a lack of justice, and adequate security, in one of Africa's oil and military notables.

Fear, and vengeance on both sides, in communities where land is sacred for political reasons, is a more realistic cause, as is rouge monstrosities of persons, who enjoy causing chaos and seek power. This is why the mobs, are often called gangs. The wars of Jos are often about turf, turf which has gained great value, as two cultures, two legal systems, two worlds clash: in Jos, Nigeria.

The solar powered toaster and the "global warming" sceptic

Article by Marc Aupiais

You thought this was a joke didn't you..? "I'm sorry, maybe next time"! (Ok, probably not)! In the meantime laugh at the title!

We are in the process of installing a solar powered water heating system for our house. It is a hybrid between solar and electric power, which saves a lot of electrical power.

I have wanted one since 2007 or 2008 at least, and we finally went ahead.

Due to the juvenile, seemingly blatantly corrupt and apparently egregious behaviour of the UN inter-governmental panel on climate change, and the University of East Anglia's leading scientist et al, media groups and others, who have seemingly openly manipulated peer review, the respect of their institutions and science: I do not believe in significant man-made (anthropological) global climate change, as a scientific fact, but only as a very real possibility.

That said, I am very pleased that I will finally have my solar powered toaster: a geyser (water heating system), which saves up to 70% geyser (water heating system) electricity use, or more.

That with the energy saver lights, and computing systems I use, make me quite proud of myself and others.

Do you have a solar powered toaster of your own: is your tv green, or your computer, or water heating? Are you a solar powered toaster? Tell me in comments below!

What is 70 x 7?

Note by Marc Aupiais

Yesterday's gospel speaks of 70 x 7: essentially whereby Jesus demands forgiveness whenever and wherever due. Note that the creditor and debtor relationship is determined by the man. Yet, we cannot forgive everything and expect forgiveness, nor never judge, and be apathetic, and expect God's love.

The person truly is sorry, and wants to make amends. Rather than be given a chance to make things right, he is prevented from. This is not an unrepentant man being forgiven, nor is it demanding that his debt be cleared. It is asked that he get a chance to prove himself where just.

It is only wise to judge the world as is. Remember the past- do not give temptation to sin. Yet, where it is clear there is sorrow, we must allow a person to pay us back.

This is why a broad death penalty is a mortal sin!

Twice today

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Twice today was I asked for!
They must have thought I was blind,
One asked if I were taken!
"To speak of that isn't a policy of mine"!

It was almost having you here,
I knew you were with me today!
Like my guardian angel!
I love it when you haunt me!

The phantom of my life's
Opera!
My music of God's created
Night!

I miss you as I write!

I riled up a friend today!
I tested them in debate!
I see all truthfully!
I judge as though with God!

I wonder when I debate with you!
It's different when we equate!

I love you for being you,
For being alive and well!

Yet so distant are we,
To speak in ruines,
To talk all indirect!

Sometimes, we value most!
And often do we hide!
Often do we value most,
Often do we hide!

What proof

Poem by Marc Aupiais

I hold your sign,
The light red, turns green,
I think of you,
Stubborn as can be!

I wish you were here,
I wonder where you are!
I want for you,
I even kiss your picture!

Where are you,
Can you hear me?
I'd shout and scream,
Just to find you!

Embarrassment gone,
Desperate for your touch!

I dream for you,
I search and wait!

I am part of an estate!

And I wonder for your truth!
I ask where you're like me?

I wish for you,
Her who understandeth me!

I wish for her I sense
inside, all around...
The pain within my soul
My very weakened heart!

To clarify my views on America

Article by Marc Aupiais

Given that I am South African, I have never much loved America. In the Iraq war, some of the kids at my school went with their parents to Iraq to be human shields, along with government ministers. I did not, I am not an idiot. Besides, I was slightly worried about those "nuclear bombs" The Star or some paper warned of. I also did not believe Iraq was worth anyone's interest defending... Though I may have refused lunch in honour of those whose lives America was ending. It was fascinating to watch the war!

Unmentioned the many Christian casualties still being killed in a genocide, perhaps the reason the pope had warned America not to invade Iraq.

And I remember a conversation when I and another wondered at the audacity of an American tourist to wear a t-shirt or shirt with their flag on. They must have been brave, we thought!

South Africa is allied strongly with China, with Sudan, and many other nations. We have often counter-acted America on the global stage. Zimbabwe is just one case, from a country (our country) which is alleged to sell arms (military radar equipment) to North Korea.

As a liberal South African (conservative by American standards, and less left than our government- here liberal is the right wing), I often find myself defending the west. As a white South African, I am it's face.

Truly I did oppose, and still believe as evil: America's deceptive and illegal invasion into Iraq, even as I oppose their military assistance to Yemen and other nations. I believe America to have no jurisdiction in Africa, no right to tell our people to run our own democracies- no right to interfere in Africa's civil wars. Perhaps the UN has such right, but I do not believe America has any such right to endanger the world, nor any right to impose it's views on us by a new sort of imperialism.

They cannot be judge and jury. Assassination is just that!

Yet more than America do I fear China, fear Russia, fear North Korea, and Iran (as strategic to Russia as Israel is to America).

I guess, my view is this: America has much good and bad, but it does not rule the world, and far be it from the world to hear it's words as anything but opinion.

I look to America as the hope of changing the world back- from what its media, and military games have made it. I look to its people without the apathy we in South Africa have. I look to it's perseverance and it's people, some of them extremely foolish, but some wise, very wise.

Like others I fear the American influence on the continent! I outright reject the value system forced on us. I despise their materialism, and lack of self control. The American arrogance which costs lives here in Africa: be it aid which collapses local economies, or efforts to fight AIDS which ignore human psychology and only spread it.

Though the way George Bush fought AIDS in Africa was admirable, and I prefer the inward looking Republicans, to the imperial Democrats.

In essence, in their natural habitat I love America and Americans. But I am also South African,

And as such I also believe in limits to American power.

I believe our own peoples should be allowed the chance to solve our own problems, before troops or sanctions come.

I think that while I am prepared to believe the existence of America and the freedom of its people - are good things, that America should equally trust our own peoples to control ourselves, or else really try to do good, rather than enforcing their own view of their own good. Yemen could have enjoyed help years ago- perhaps a political spotlight onto a nation now fighting two wars on it's own people.

I love America- it represents hope! But with the love of an illicit lover, I hope it will become more! I hope it will choose to play as an equal and listen to us others. I pray it will act for its own interest, or else police the world: but not juggle both and condemn so many minorities and weak peoples.

If America were to ban cheap Chinese goods, others would, but America has chosen trade with one of the greatest human rights abusers in the modern world. Any critical wording we know is just that. And if America really wanted Iran to give up any nuclear ambitions, all know it is Russia they should really speak to. Could they ever expect nations like South Africa to change allegiance to the west, without themselves being allied to the west, to the ideal of human rights, the good of all?

As it is we do military exercises with America and Britain, yet answer often to our allies China, Cuba et al. We unlike America, denied the Dalai Lama entrance into our country.

And America selectively imposes sanctions or attacks nations, then expects us to treat them as having any moral high ground?

So, as a South African, I view America as both a possibly dangerous, possibly good nation. It holds both, and its contrast is what keeps it open, a hope for democracies in a world where democracies are declining, where terror, terrorism, dictatorship and special interests rule, much of our lands, as with the death fire of war. Yet a danger to them, as its presidents are so concerned with promoting their own ideology, beyond the good of the world!

America holds good. Even some American art and publication. America holds wisdom, holds love, holds hate. Holds a diversity which shames us elsewhere.

Yet, it is a nation like any other. It is not the centre, it is not God. It can do good, or its people have. Yet, given its power, it also has and can do such harm, even by trying to help. This is what makes me cry.

I am glad South Africa has to clutch at every diplomatic straw! It forces our people to think. We are very far from perfect, violence breaks out somewhere in the country almost daily, and we are answerable for Zimbabwe, perhaps Sudan and much else. Yet our government does not pretend to aid any but our own government. We are only another powerful nation.

I truly hope America becomes greater than what South Africa, Russia, China, India, Britain are. Perhaps with their power they could stop the global slide into war and harm, where disease is so powerful, and trade trumps human and child rights! But we shall see. It is exiting to see!

I still live in Africa y'know!

Here internet is expensive and limited, not just by the so-called national firewall, but also in how much you use.

Now, my twitter often links to the Vatican's You Tube or the like. That does not mean I watch it much. I love Pope Benedict XVI as our leader, when I watch the Angelus I feel faith, but mostly this I entirely forgo!

As for regular use I use You Tube a bit, but at times at the cost of not having internet access for a day!

So, if there is something important on You Tube which you know I will watch- tell me- otherwise describe it- because it's too expensive just to use.

In South Africa, internet is an expensive luxury. An experiment was done possibly from Johannesburg to Cape Town or the like. A flash drive with information was couriered faster and cheaper than transferring it online.

Internet is a luxury- so we use it wisely here! If you want to talk to a South African, be sparing with You Tube! We like it, but sparingly!

I probably won't view your link except some circumstances!

Abortion laws must change- Catholics to march on Constitution hill

Note by Marc Aupiais

As our regulars understand, the Bishops recently asked either that the Constitution of the Republic of South Africa be amended, or that it's interpretation be altered in order to do away with the massacre of state endorsed, taxpayer funded abortions in the Republic of South Africa.

An anti-abortion mass and prayer walk is planned at the Cathedral of Christ the King on Saturday 13 March.

Essentially, this is the Catholic version of a protest march.

I am investigating further for South African Catholic which I edit, which is not officially connected with my column here at The Tempest and the Hurricane.

Every moment a watch, a panic in love

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Poem by Marc Aupiais

Below the folds of your
skirt, or dress, I have
Taken refuge!

A beautiful dress on a beautiful
girl,
Yet hide me,
Hide me in your folds,
In your home I've
Taken refuge.

I look to you,
Your love sustains me!
I look within your heart!
but yet- hope it's entirely
Mine!

And from below your skirts,
Hiding- I observe the world!
And next to your feet,
I crawl!

I am absorbed into love,
I want no escape,
The bars I strengthen,
I dare not bend them!

And your voice is heaven,
Your absence like hell!

Your's are my chime and my bell,
And my comfort in pain!

And that is why I judge my fair dame!
For you are so much,
I fear becoming lame,
And some shame!

I judge you so,
For I love,
And though I trust,
I love!

Is the king of Spain excommunicated

Note by Marc Aupiais

I'm sure anyone monitoring the news will know: Spain, under those dreadful socialists has rabidly expanded access to procedures aimed at aborting unborn life.

In accordance with procedure, the king of Spain signs the bills of parliament. Mr Peters, over at In Light of the Law, questioned Human Life International's attempt to ask the Spanish bishops to declare the king of Spain excommunicated. He noted that only the pope can judge a head of state under canon law, assuming of course that the king of Spain is the Spanish head of state. He then seemingly questioned on what basis HLI thought the king excommunicated, and snubbed their knowledge of the Legis Canonici.

The Spanish bishops in my view overstepped the mark by saying that the king of Spain would not be excommunicated by signing. Excommunication in re abortion is done by the act (automatically). One should be cautious. Also, they are neither the pope, nor thus in right jurisdiction to judge a head of state.

There is a very good argument in my view, for saying that the Spanish king did contribute adequately to incur excommunication for aiding and abetting abortion to a contributory degree! My training is in Roman, South African and Roman Dutch law, but South African legal science, largely originated in the same parent system as the Legis Canonici.

Mr Peters undoubtedly calls signing an evil choice. The king of Belgium, was impeached and re-installed in similar circumstances. He refused to sign.

Must the law makers who promote abortion be denied communion, while a church ally who signs their sin into law is not?!

Both should be denied communion for the sake of their souls! But Mr Peters is right! Only the pope can declare the Spanish king excommunicated. But nor can the Spanish bishops say he is not!

And you are right- it's highly unlikely the pope will judge the case- in the highly political correct ethos the church has adopted since John Paul II had taken the ropes. Much of the church continues to preach an eqivocated gospel! Even if Benedict XVI is beginning to change things. He is still unlikely to make a declaration against the king, even if guilty!

Correction

In the last article I wrote not instead of note! I apologise for the error!

The prodigal son and today's gospel

Note by Marc Aupiais

We always not the prodigal son and the party of his return. Indeed, yet after the party what does he become- cared for indeed- but all the father still owns will be inherited by the other son. The prodigal only spares his own life! Never admire the prodigal who returns! Indeed- celebrate- yet rather work hard or return fast! Build treasures in heaven- they will for eternity last!

At once I say, yet I lie

Poem by Marc Aupiais

At once I say I could not
love you,
Yet really, it is a prayer to
God, for your good, and
truth!

At once I say, if this or that!
Yet, should I not love you,
Shall I be dead?
Really - I love you none the
less,
And I fear it, for I fear you,

My loyal, dynamic,
Black beauty,
My pure,
True monstrous,
Beautiful mare.

Man cannot live on bread
alone!

Yet nor can I live without
the strength of your kiss!

I could never abandon you,
But with what faded

...dignity I thought I had
yet,

I sought to stop my fall into your arms!

I must never again resist:
'cept to stop me the lion,

From ever becoming a
lamb!

Though I must kiss her a
thousand million times a
day!

We are similar, we are not
The same!

And that makes our shared
worship, all the more our inherited
claim!

I love you, but I want all
true you!

In God alone is you!

The face of those you may oppose

Poem by Marc Aupiais

I saw in their face, once,
disappointment,
Once again.

They were beautiful, or vaguely pretty,
Some were ugly,
None were you!

Whatever countries,
whatever province,

... They came from!

They asked me for me too,
As though I'd think of any
but yet not you?

And so I hated them,
All for you!

And so I avoided them,
Only you!

And they spoke of me,
All the more!

And so they came after
me,
As though I were distant,
And aloof!

And yet, I never wanted it,
The attention perhaps!

And I am yours,
None else could compare!

And in the distance,
I looked for you!
And in my heart,
I weighted for you!

And yet,
I'd hardly make a move to
you!

I would no longer be aloof!
Yet, I want to be aloof for
you!

If only you'd make the move,
And you love to me also-
Prove!

In the meantime...
I love it when you remain
Aloof! It's pure and truth!

I used to support so-called abortion, de jure gay marriage et al

Article by Marc Aupiais

I don't know exactly when I became pro-life, or if I always had a sense. I did feel as though God told me condoms were yuck when I first saw one. I have not and vow on my life, I never will wear one ever in my life. As for abortion, somehow by confabulation, I feel as though I supported it once. I certainly never thought it murder, until Creative Minority Report had me asking: what is life? Who is human? What is murder? Really... And truly!

As for gay marriage. I remember watching with disgust a protestant or the like Christian program, where a homosexual prostitute turned from his lifestyle. I wondered why those involved were so judgemental.

Odd isn't it, how views change. I grew out of the perceptions of my society! I discovered that I was wrong, in my views.

As for gender theory: I have never seen a lesbian or the like agree with me and the guys on what is beautiful in a girl. They are as blind as any other lady: as blind as I am as to the looks of guys.

What changed: I realised the latent effect: I discovered the harm the television does not tell you of. I read the statistics, and looked into the science and facts.

I read the bible, and learnt from the church, and truth. I read international law and got a shock. As far as I am concerned both abortion and the promotion and endorsement by the state of de jure gay marriage: are human rights abuses.

As yes, I think homosexuality evil and intrinsically disordered, any of those acts, which the ANC government promotes!

I oppose abortion and de jure gay marriage. I oppose gender theory, and all the rest!

Of course, I also oppose the ANC, and wonder at an education system that so willingly attempts to promote such death!

A bolt of blown truth away

Poem by Marc Aupiais

As sure as the sun.
For the dawn and dusk are not sure.
Not for me anyway.

As sure as the moon.
I love the night,
It's day to me!

As sure as our love,
It exists now in you,
And with me!

As sure as not gravity,
In gravity I sometimes
don't believe.

As sure as not my mind or kind.
As sure as not my people,
My people whom you may one day despise,
If you saw through our shallow new disguise!

Though our people, yours one day or mine,
These you will never despise!

Sure is the night breeze,
As Dawn: becomes our hurricane!
Though our love be hidden,
By, but, from all but us,
and few others!

Yet I believe in it as we
believe in God!
Though it be impossible,
Not for us!

And while my emotions
range from love to hate,
Yet in you, is my entire
life's dear range of stuff!

Still higher, I look to you,
Without you, why am I?

And yet, with you, I learn
to love!

And I always do want
more,

And yet, to God, you give
me love!

Never is never enough!

You are a truly good person

Article by Marc Aupiais

Okay, this should be a short article. For References, see Romans 1 and Lumen Gentium XVI.

As a law student, I am privileged to be catholic. The science of law, and of moral theology have much in common. Notably is the position of guilt.

Now, I may have a very negative effect on the world, and do much harm, but if it is unintentional and I am bona fides (acting with good and honest intention), I may not in fact be guilty, or as guilty. Of course, here law and theology differ. In law- there is the reasonable person test. If a reasonable person would have, you might still be in trouble.

In theology, we have a duty to seek the truth and obey it. Our circumstances are accounted for. Still, in order to save, we must also note the objective. In choosing friends, we note this also.

It is true and dogma: you cannot be saved outside the Roman Catholic church... it is also dogma, that those who through no fault of their own, do not know of the obligation to enter the church, may possibly still see salvation. Sound like a legal document much?

Of course those persons are still saved by the church, by their communion with truth, and it's (truth's and the church's) prayers and good works! Always Always obey informed conscience, make sure you inform your conscience though! We serve truth, literally, not as though a metaphor! Though we may not understand truth adequately yet!

On the side, we had our humour and moments, yet now the side was but the centre in disguise

Poem by Marc Aupiais

On the side, we had our moments,
In the dusk and dawn, we hid those thoughts,
In cinema, and moving picture box,
We quietly endorsed the death of thought.

We returned to death, to instinct,
In a world where it had been deadly.

What a society are we.
Where the grade is always in the how many lowers,
Where each youth is born more evil,

Where everything slides with the drought stricken land of, this death ridden abundance.
And as I wish I could leave you, As i do wish i could be,
Yet without you

...

I lose all, though not my threats.

What was mere entertainment, some fun, some surprise?
How did it become the very gist of our broken lives!?

How can we now here survive...

To thrive!

Can we still endorse that sacred thing, anciently known:

... .... .... ... ... as dignity's and honesty's life?

Broken bits of glass

Poem by Marc Aupiais

I look to us, in this world, a quarter past modern, on this day in some millennium,
I look to us, you with your broken glass of tea, thrown to the ground,
And I ask, that you post some reply to my side.

I drive on the broken roads, and look at the lost vehicles of left and right.
I glance up at the sky, but the stars keep changing, and the heroes fade to dust by dusk.
A cloud covers near every bright light. We hardly see them in the drought ridden skies.

And in the desert of our post-dead love, I wonder at the comfort of darkness, of blackness,
Of the veil which is post this modern.

Your warmth keeps me warm at night, I am cold though in a desert,
And with the over-joy of desert heat,
Comes the cold night, which punctures my very soul.

I look at us, to us, in us.

And I wonder at this, how easily did we post, modern world of ours,
And was that itself, any better,

Than the Arctic death of all reason,
As we cry that the sky is fallen.

But it's long turned to stone.
And soon, shall we too be but dust! Hair... bone.
If we are not (perhaps even forcefully, due to lack,
If we are not: icily)

... now then: with sustaining the graves:
As many past dead: cremated!

The hyena my betrothed, my wife

Poem by Marc Aupiais

I look at the hyena, that mythical beast,
I look at her fur, such beautiful black,
I look at her as she looks to the moon,
The moon is my love, the hyena, my wife.

I look at my children, terrible creatures of night,
I look to the Lions and Leopards, I'm willing to hide.

I look to the night, it keeps me out of sight (and site).

I look to my woman, a hyena is site.

I ask how I landed here, I ask what I am.
If my children are pure hyena, as is my wife?

And if my friends are vultures,
And my close ones do kill.

I look at the hyena, but the moon is my wife.
And this hyena, which is me,
Though he fears the sun,
He looks, to the moon,
A reflection of light.

The moon is my hyena,
But only at night.

And in daytime, does the hyena alight.
And a swan of beauty, I see my true wife.
In this, the proper light.

Yet, is this but dream, not happened yet,
Which light, is my guide,
In the darkness of life .. ?

Do I worship the moon, or it's light from the son?
If I do love, my cute hyena, shall I worship the sun!

An what is it of you, do you worship the moon, or it's light from the sun?

The shallow end of the depths of hades and fools

Poem by Marc Aupiais

I look to you, whom I once loved,
Whom my soul adored more than God,
For whom I live, and would've died,
I look at you, as we head to hades,
I laugh, I spur you on.

I look to you and your empty life, I take the dagger, I push it further in, and in,
You help others, you're very nice, but we both know your great harm to life.

And your help of others seems to distract,
From the way you truly act,
And indeed,

Though you may know it not,
Your help does more harm than good.

I look at you, once my love,
I look at you, my life, my only one,
And look at you, my reason for living,

And indeed, and act as though to make our ends meet,
I see you there, I want your harm,
I want it because I cannot cope.
As I die, I want you gone,

As though for empathy, for sympathy I'd take a life.

Yet that part, which once loved you,
Yet it wants all good,
While all else wants hurt for you,
It's the part by which I live.

And I look to you, whom I spurred on,
And I look at hades- right forward and on.

And I ask myself, shall we not turn back to light.

And I ask myself, shall we not turn back to life!

A white flower, a colour emerge

Poem by Marc Aupiais (written 5 July 2009)

Lotus or the Like
A White flower, a colour emerge
Hidden in the night,
The Water ripples East to west
The Winds blow Upon our black pond,

As the night whispers, the voices softly speak

Happiness not weep,
Yet, as though bitterness Once, now sweet

As blackness Veils the night in Day,
I wonder at our love,

At our hidden friendship, of which we spoke,
Though not in audible noise, nor written word,

We Understand, even should we speak.
Happiness, don't now weep

Our friendship, will make Us sweetly weep.
for then, in the mists, we will speak.

And now ...
Smile sainted one
known here:

friend to be

(As with my way with this sort of poem, I signed it in my saint name: Philomena. In honour of my Patron...)

Today's gospel: fawn over girls

Article by Marc Aupiais

Ok- the title possibly may be a bit tongue in cheek. The Gospel today focuses on "be first to serve"- on the way in which the greatest in heaven is the servant of others.

For me, I like to view the world as a family- except where you can marry your sister in humanity- if she meets your (my) really high standards!

Why does this apply? Because a person who serves another without reward builds up love and appreciation and feelings of need and affection. Just as I may fawn over a girl to gain affection- in order to teach: the apostles must be taught to be leaders in more than the awesome power of their position. Jesus teaches leadership via love, and leadership by influence in addition to the power of their divine position.

The concept of subsidiarity is vital here, although portrayed or manipulated perhaps. It may be better to first use influence before power. It may be better to lead by example- it may be of benefit to aid others when reasonable and willingly and when wise, and correctly cautious enough.

When we serve we may build another power- a bond of love, which is built with truth. We must watch not to be abused for evil or harm, but cautious aid of others may be of great benefit to any one of our souls and to our Gospel and our God.

After all, God tells us (in my view perhaps figuratively) to greet all in the marketplace- he is certainly a social God! Service pro bona can when bona fides cause a stronger bond of love and trust.

Speaking of sex and virginity

Article by Marc Aupiais

For those quite perplexed by my complexity of prose and poem, perhaps an article once again is a relief. Alas, it's too complex.

There's always the odd image: a French waiter: poor, and without much. Yet, he is greater than the foreigner who eats where he works. He is greater for culture, for his inner art, even the French blood in his veins. He thinks himself great!

I have had few friends and many. I have never been poor- but I have been lost for friends- before.

How I judge myself, is sometimes in success and wealth- but always first I assume something else.

I have always been taught this: the importance of class.

We often see on television, in conversing and in novels, plays and other books- we see blatant or less so: even latent reference to sex and to those things which are generally better left private.

We see also degrees of nudity, sometimes as though for art. What sort of low class art or message in fact?

For me, in these is no class.

Without just cause I do not speak of sex if it can be avoided. I think those who speak of such things lewd, or low in class, should there be no just cause.

I do speak of doctrine on sex, and even spoke of my virginity to my entire grade while still in high school. Yet, as regards a blatant even public use of sex as a topic, as regards sexual humour, or those sexual phrases we call swear words, as regards some forms of dancing, singing, speech, prose and clothes... Some things, by these media: we sin by mentioning.

Sex is a private subject, of the interest of married couples and between them. One may well speak on the topic with very close friends, but it is without class to speak on such in public without just cause.

When we speak often of something- we may more easily perform it. If we obsess on something, we may well easily fall. Or make it seem, quite impossibly, acceptable!

Further, low class conversing may well cause one to diverge from what one must focus on, or degrade the speaker.

It causes one not to form true real connections, should one's humour be that.

I personally don't believe it even a person's interest if I am dating someone, never mind more. Sex is only for marriage, and I think that unless there is good reason, just reason, what another does or does not do involving it, is none of my business, nor that of anyone else's.

It's without class to speak of, except with the right words, and circumstance: just cause! And without just cause, I would think it may be very sinful to speak of sexual intercourse, or person's foreplay or other such topic!

When I think of you Anger and anguish, do stew

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Poem by Marc Aupiais

Though I'd care to stare,
And care to any weight bare,
It crosses my mind,
Like a half wounded leopard's cares,

A paranoia is there,
Emotion does flair,
When I think of you, so fine and fair,
I must work to be fair!

A snake rises, it dances it's
head, it prances, and prepared...

I look to you, jealous black
beauty of a mare,
With the temper of a
jealous stallion you scare

But what must I of it bare,
For I too, like you, of you
do care!

Must one watch and stare?
I am yours over here and
Over there,

Tainted taste, bitter black
coffee, yet so fair!

I melt like coffee, or butter...
Should you care!

Yet, while jealous,
Do you care, to tell me of your where?

So I can less worry,
Or less seem unfair?

We both should care,
Yet do you give me much to bare?

For my anger and anguish,
Come in my love!

Much do I hate you,
As much as I care!

And I cannot forget you,
My anger wants for you fair,
Wants for you better,
Wants for you care!

And my hate is love,
I want to stare,
I melt in your site, (and sight),
My hate, is in care!

But is it true, you cannot
hug a big giant bear?

Is it you or I who should
scare?

I do wish you were here!