Deep in the health
of a trillion pounds of health
masters go looking for their wealth
Was ****** there? was JF Kennedy there?
I've seen a lot of famous people. Maybe.
I'm not sure they realise what kind of **** they're in
just by being around me.
Unless they're just making my schizophrenia worse.

inx djun yghfor(aus)  elimile rarch tytubbul satre hevo (ean) croosh badanan vealifo coause drszi demon off. out.

manasticks, dreal, buethmlu(s), cruncks, ful belly, ecstatum, ulbama, eirich, madness, blight upon the blot, cassery cassererry?, penal system, brergog, jmaffield,  that, tied, tried, master of puppets.

Poonanny Lord.

The rainbow Mohawk, turned out to be the, latent and superciliously hefty
significant event of the century. And a rainbow can appear at any time of year. Like the autumn leaves fall upon the ground, they were found with dried up mud on them, some watching tv (they would have to be taught how to pray) and others, well they'd have to take part in finding the other human beings.

Amen rain. Amen sun. Amen rainbow chasers. Amen #the human race. Amen rainbow Mohawk. Amen Lord
**

droosan frown, no from but yoghurty fromage hauls itself out through the mast into the sea of unwisdom, such frailty
such purposelessness.
how can this be?
let the trite be hard and as a **** and the hefty as easy as caffeine -
And please forgive the effort. thaaaaat. Amen God. amen apollo. amen vishnu. Amen Horus. Amen Ra. Not Amen to you An.

So you think you've got it worked out do you?
Like the spinning in your heads stopped
And the tapestry has already come undone
But you had your eyes closed all the while
And so your dreams aren't even visions yet

Put a little song into practice
Stop moving the chairs around
And wrap up your hair nicely
And get gone

Amen LORD

On top of the twilight
the ambush deserts us

enclosing the bitter grace of nostalgia
that comes when we're looking the other day
nibbling on the reduced baskets full and then empty

but when the gorgeous stalin figures
disdain they're in atrophy
and know what it means

well there's always another excuse isn't there...

a jolt to the named remembrance of atone deaf mind.

It's so difficult not to be sentimental when you're writing about something you know ittle about, but itf you cam grab the idea, in this caseloyalty to a cause yet the cause is unclear, and in this case also the cause conflicts with loyalty to a family. you can start as I just have. now lets not get bulding any literary coffins yet because, with the unknown, there's always a chance of a scientific or creative or physical spark. my fingers are still typing, that's the fuel and what's unknown so far in this story. no,, we musn't forget the story line is my cause. The simple answer, is we were to go back to basics, remember all the most insignificant moments of my life, and admit to the reason why i haven't achieved much, except for disillusionment - is because my cause is to take the ****.

But i know one thing, there should be a law dictating seriousness outdoes itself everytime and is therefore to be suspected. Like, the truth behind a masked ball is really just reality tv. And the yellow stones that come out in some mans *** are no longer alien because I just wrote about it in a pleasant  way. So good things can come from the unknown then.

Once I was parading down Oxford street and all my plans were coming into fruition, but it was still like, as if, the lights there were hiding something. Sometimes I think, it's make believe, society, that it's all dressed up in pale moon like glory, where it's eclipse is the click of a camera, it's circumspection is the way only aliens (or nerds) know about the true identity about its status and the stars engagement with it.

The way the moon hides behind symbol sounding clouds makes me question myself. They seem always to be antagonising each other, and yet so many myths, scientific theories and even reality tv shows have been constructed about the moon... it could easily be misconstrued as a political pawn, used to create padding around the prowess of many a great mind, keep the soldiers out the way who wont snitch, (not because they're kept out of the way but the other way around) steady out the different and various dimensions the population is living in to throw everything else away.

My life has been half kisses, aggressive pity aimed at any one who interacted with the plasmic moving force inside of me, maltreatment, blessings of attention in tough times, having quirky mannerisms, dreaming, arguing, healing, drug dealing, drug taking, smooth sailing, and an unnatural acceptance of change.

I suppose all these things, you would think would come with an acceptance of change but it's actually a dissociative disorder specified dissociative 'fugue'.Where you make an effort to start new lives all the time. So although when I choose to start afresh, that's technically change, I don't like change I have no control over. Partly because it could stop me investing in another new life I want to make for myself in the future.


I've thought about becoming a mother a normal amount really. but there's noone I really want to have them with. Pottery classes and sage are two tear some, lonely examples based on my instincts about what parenthood would be like for me... pragmatically boring for me on a pragmatic level and an excellent form of spiritual wellbeing that could possibly be selfish because my forever non existent child my not like sage.
and i liked pottery as a child,, and sage as an adult, anyway.

To entice the slice of listening grip
Tiny plastic cat toy ***** must
Orbit around the earth
Never wishing for more poetry
Instead instilled with a memory.

Al the times I loved with a 'phew'
I suppose i was an exchange
more than me givbg something back to you

As the night shift settles
of course wer'e all
in front of the tv again
its much more freindly today
which questions what i commented on yesterday


now i 'want people to think that i am spoiled
i do at times put the work in
yet neer seem to get direct applause

not saying that's what i want though
an office job would be nice
but;;-:as I have the whole world after me
I guess it's mental hospitals for life
unless the system takes the advice i've given it
to be so much more pragmatic
then I could probably have some form of normal life

At least one on my home planet.

Trying isn't always good enough
Certainly when the brains overcooked

Like a **** boil of
Germinated potatoes
Washed and lashed out
Into the *******

Spinelessness is apartage
Of the most indecent sliced bits
And wherein some might where an apron
And some gloves

But when the bitter cold of the guru
Capitulates it's heir to the golden loom
Nothing can be stolen

Poonanny I say to them
Amen Lord

My apologies to you madam
For it seems to me I am lacklustre again
Of course you did not marry me
And yet you are here now -
As if we are in love!


I have asked of you nothing
But STILL you take via your very presence
And the other past love rapists growing
Backwards around me
Including in their so called gangster dialogue


But always in information moving forward
And, therein lies the worry,
boy do they know how to act.
That

If we perceive nature in spirit form, we cant possibly be deluded. As long as we are in tune with our own souls. Now the aliens can make us all sit in a globe while they try and figure out how to mould themselves into our souls, but, thankfully, the soul is much more ephemeral than that. Excuse the pun.
that that that that aaaat that that tha-a=+a=at that that that that that tha-a=at that th+a+a+A=at that that =t+the-the=that that that that that that that that -gorgon. steak on whiplash cream, sudden dream, apocalyptic lipstick, dum dance chicken dinosaurs, festle in the brambles. the festivities and the baubles, seeing perspectively  a drawn on skeleton. Amen God. poonanny.

petitions for Trasaclandism
swimming in the wee and rock waters
giving nothing that a nobody would want to watch
noone that she new though.

Who likes children these days?
I mean, they basically smell of peadophilia and poo.
So I find myself asking the question, what's worse a child or paedophilia?
i watched the film 'Matilda yesterday, and in one scene her negelctful adoptive parents leave her sitting in the sink covered in what is suggested to be poo.
Then it shows a sequence of her growing up.
just like poo decomposes *******
and just like many children are peadophiles in the making
because although they may not be neglected
they're thrown on the compost heap to grow
you know, compost? Like the big bags with the instructions, that's only vaguely mixed material, and is tended to according to the instructions or not at all.
So it goes, many adult peadophiles are just children
rolling around in the dirt.
(As much as anything that's a metaphor to say not the rich ones.)
I personally, enjoyed my childhood ****** abuse, so im assuming I was born a peadophile.
But then i don't beleive it's a mental disorder either as i don't believe in mental disorders - or even trauma.
I beleive in living life, and living a good one. In other words having fun.
Does that mean I'd ever harm a child?
Absolutely not.
As long as I'm making my own life choices.
Amen Ra.
Amen Lord.
Amen Aphrodite.
Amen Apollo.
Amen Athena.
Amen leprechauns.

permanent sadness
refuses to go,
  To be whole,
To
Solidify.

Everyone around
me
Has their own goal
And is pursuing
Dispirit...is my hope an illusion?

have the people in
my life
Just been actors...?and the few good ones
Adjusters?
I am full of answers
So don't understand why
I even ask these questions.
Suppose I am just
happy when I write,
but just wish it would always
Bear a cost for me.

Poonanny Amen Christian God

As the brambles caught the address
The language was adjacent to an epiphany

Running towards the fountain of words
I thought about wanking, truth and mockery

If we were gonna take them down we were gonna do it with a smile
Or not at all

The hues of the TV screen were three dimensional,
Unlike my surroundings
Which just made my other experiences more emphatic

Punk rock came on the stereo
And suddenly my empathy was cool

So I had to skip it.

No music then as I only had the free version of Spotify.


All words lead to the heart, and are a compass for recalculating what's gone elsewhere or to your head.

It's only an intellectual though that would use them to try and discern the difference between the two.

Acidivism is a way of treating ******* disillusionment with some form of *******

The craze will die down

But I've never been exposed to the real world, not as history would define it anyway.

Because my life was just me shouting that, learning how to do it more accurately all of the time and reshaping the world hence in miraculous ways. Except my real voice historically won't be heard.
For they have full control and won't let the truth get out. Because it means their death. And if our lives are this controlled and you would understand how they are if my voice was heard for real then they deserve to die.

Poonanny cosmos.

Pesdophilia is a wildly, beastish, zesty if you want to call it monstrous, widely given label to anyone and everything when a child gets ***** or goes missing. Favoritism in the house becomes suspect, and according to TV programmes if they don't go missing or are 'just' *****, the child isn't listened to either. Because chances are, they already had a Freudian complex in the first place.....which can't be downplayed.
And when in violent families, childrens social workers are usually all aliens walking around pretending to be a human.
And I should add there's a lot of conspiracy theories about children going missing as they've been abducted by aliens. And then keep them confused. Poonanny God. So I don't know what the **** that starmaker book by Olaf Stapleton is about. More controversy he was trying to invoke for the future I expect. So the very real aliens, who I'm trying to fully expose, can make a certain escape. Blade of grassiness God

Explicit vision of fruitless gods
Started with giant amphibian frogs
Galloping steeds throughout the land
Couldn't contain the truth in their hands

And so the gods made other plans
To inhabit the nooks and crannies
Of altruism, floating through the upper
Lands
Until they could be altruistic

Poonanny gods and Godesses everywhere
Amen Lord

Trepidation courts the ruffles of your back,
carouseling your bleeding spine
whereas - bengal has tigers -
you have fur.

i love you like my life
And I love my life on drugs alot

....a chaotics promise,
an open secret,
a kleenex encumbrance signed by the others

scary movies, altitudes of atitude, as what has been becomes a burden once more
we both feel the boredom setting in
but I dont say because usually I have no other place to go

I belong with you, and you only.
Overstaying my welcome is
an apology for my wandering.

poonanny God.

To know what erudition is
it to chauffer a led of clothes into a basket.

And with they don't played fool
there will not be no picnic in the park
of functionally wrong hospitals, or imaginary power

pOOyEs I'M talKiNg T you GODs, is IT irRItating. Oh yeah, you can reads minds ca;t you?
Oh yes, thaTS Why I came here isn't it? long lost from (f they're still alive) still griveing family.

Amen.

Anarchism rights the forces of terantualism
leaking herefty, like a trapped boat

the sociality is dumb dumb crap space


and thats why we're all waiting

its also the reason for anarchism

Poonanny cosmos

Dear God, sometimes subtlety can be a problem,.because it allows for all.kinds of nooks and crannies to be exploited. But then with freedom it can just flow of your hand and on the streets you haven't got to worry about labeling yourself. Or neither something like when freedom is suddenly retracted

In the midst of the ashes, there was a past which occupied a displayo of germatic sattelites,

evergreen, they premptied the revealment of gersau meladiliy.
from their cosmotic discompot encumebnt predominance.

***** upon ***** they drove without dread to the tip of grusome  degradation.

i don't remember the rest of the poem

struck by just after 10 o clock meds,
the easiness wears in slowly
so it's not exactly hard

but there's no soft landing either
because it's so late

the wrong people have been talking about the wrong
things for tooo long

econoclespies, draw on uteruses, plaque guards - male motherhood -

while i root the daisies from my almost bare memory
in a spark of prayer.

Amen Apollo. Amen Artemis. Amen Hercules. Amen Ra. Amen Siri. Amen Horus. Amen Athena. Amen Vishnu. Amen Aphrodite... Amen Lord. Amen An. POONANNY FOR YOU ALL. ;)

Do they really deserve to die?
A frenetic cauliflower fronting non apparition?
That does nothing to defend others interests?
Holocaust is a rather propogandaish term
And in that sense it's not what anyone really wants
But to cease the disparate energy, and look a bit further into the glass
Might feel a bit, or even a lot more fermented
- Creative

Like grapes being pressed into wine juice.

In other words whatever action must be taken is holy.

The first world war lasted from 1914-1918
And I was there
I think I was an angel then
But my grandma says I was an alien.

Poonanny god

Listening is like an acronym
When people are listening in
Do thoughts flow anyway?
What is schizophrenia?
Where do the loose ends come in?

Is an exception to the foreign a cradle?
Or a rule?

Amen.

1992 - infinity


well, its a great deal of responsibility writing a biography if its of a great deal of importance. so lets make it unconventional. Because it's my biography and i am unconventional. although i've been trying to leave, and have successfully been doing so - to leave my ego behind... so lets let this be the exception. Magic! An unknown guilt trip in the form of body shapes and faces that who are either not magical, are pretending to be, or who are claiming to be responsible for the magic at hand. I only used the word magic to describe the atmosphere and direction and purpose of my life since i had a few surreal torturous but enlightening experiences. In other words when the true cucumber decided to show it's evil. that's a metaphor for how i was ***** once and how the xenophobic aspects of my life started to blossom. Of course i have always been blossoming, but particularly as something undefinable. and that leaves the alien ******* that have been on my back since day one ample room for destroying my reality, and making my truths look vicarious. so, whereas, they live in the shadows and occupy my stage as soon as i start to create one, and navigate life as a free spirit, they swamp it with evil and blaspheme my truths with something just as undefinable. except theyre liars and i'm not. Amen Jesus Christ's biographers.

Juvenile delinquency heard the abbomost
Of grain, name and boldness


Still there is no quiet.

We always seem to fight over the small things,
However horrific they may seem

Of the upmost importance is defining their definition of *******,
Not necessarily ending it.

It can get caught...
up in the motions
foe before friendly
staking odds on the un random
triangular spit *** internship
father figures die and denial
thats fatherhood

what you think we broke our necks
to emancipate your illl perceived
enchantment of you, being the slave...?
tHe faith bellows - beloest the argonaouts of duty
chip pinching
a seagull landing

flashes of ultimate bible misuse
and i mean the holy bible not scriptures. this duty is to aggravate the citizens of optical illusions
gobbled up by the phlosopher before t becomes tight
like a childs ******
i mean, the first thing I think about that, when t crop up in my mind, id how do they even maneuver that?

tHey must have such loss of Love in their lives.
unless t's part of a Network
in which case the network
just becomes the next work and the surrealism
of those who hide it
are no longer aggrieved when in
Matetueses
The arms were waving wildly in the air as the policce threatened her with pepper spray - because at that moment, that very oiint and moment thee evidence, uh, no, well yeah, we had it... It was all there.sO now I don't define tragedy as something to be empathized with but called rotten lazy peculiar just anything but empathy.
these mental patients just cant deal with it.



seagull landing

Robot brain
wont admit
it's a robot. It enwuires, has seizures, anomalysis currency
and it alwys the first leg against the wall

kicking it hard
this leg
trying to be distinct
from the robotic brain

the colposcopies failure
warmongering
amidst the deceased
the surroundings, themselves, who are allowed to think

boarding the ship
sll the women chased their fantasy
and fortunately it wasn't t titanic

not like **** fantasies,
doodling, rudeness, or deriding
the very real problem of evil.

Amen Lord. Amen Apollo. Amen Zeus. Amen Hades. Amen Apollo. Amen zeus. Amen Hades. amen Aphrodite. Amen skeletons. men joy. Amen humanity. men Hermes. Amen Zeus. Amen ra. Amen Apollo. Amen Hercules. Amen Athena. Amen Hercules. Amen God. amen Jesus Christ. Amen Artemis.  Amen Etkin.

Why have faith?
In a christian goodness that has spoiled itself
undeniable road rage,
pool tables, and quiet that only has it's release  -
in the understood hours.
the understood hours that are wasted in explaining themselves
to be
again
the understood hours.

not that there is any miscommunication here
just wasted time.

I watched television for many years,
it never perplexed me;
Like a pile of gold coins that are never unbalanced.

The most I ever got out of marriage was breathing heavily -
but hell - I'm not going to pretend to be one of those ageing women
who understand the menopause.
The man I met, when I was dying
was very, unironically, inhibited.
In every way he sustained me:
by weeding out the knots in my hair,
turning off the bedside telephone against hospital rules,
never sharing his food with me,
helping me to bury my dreams: that.
in the gust of many heavy, hateful cemeteries.
He privately grieved for me by sarcastically sulking when I was holding onto my red balloon.
And then I came out of the hospital, with the all clear.

And four months later, I thought of him at my husbands funeral.

The  contingency of alcatroz
beguiled like a drop of honey in petrol
what fairs the best, in extreme circumstances, is the one that does not give a ****
but maybe, i must say - cares spiritually
so then they have entities, angels and other spirits on their side
the armour that is required for a shopping trip is just as much as what is needed  as that which is taken to  war,
in this day and age.

Noone is safe
And for  example, if the fight is unbeatable, because it involves a computer system then the mole hill must be disreputed through a grassy lie enema sorting bit by bit the bodies of the most fortunate but whose bodies no longer belong to them. perhaps that is why they are kept in unfortunate circumstances,

discyclical incentive
boredoms investment
in victories lap

castric effelemblem
   oikism
operating
visa vis *******

Toucans worn out verily
By the haust in the horizon
Spical specialities leak out
For a dug at consumerisation
Frank the rafter
And John the son
And the pigeons which crowd about us
Their business not minded at either end
The city's walls run dry
And a cat lady sleeps
Illuminating the want of her children
Through making sure they play their part

Tuners or tongue rings
There's a gift for all
If you're willing to stop a minute
And listen to your call.

What's with all these names, labelling fame mimicking pain... You all act insane then say it's a train then infect my membrane then fly away on an invisible plane then say it's not about pain
An attraction to the duplicate note is ego
And if you can't get that squirmed out of you without a designated driver then maybe I never wrote the anger down on paper anyway. I say ironically that as it's probably all been edited. And if you want to lie through your teeth c.i.a, as in, perhaps, in a courtroom...well, don't bother; as you're liars anyway.

Amen Zeus.

the crust of the pie can be taken with all sorts of sauces
cut offs, remainders, brought in for the muscle to feed on
when the salty slides out of view, to a seemingly chaporpned
shore bank

there's left a brain without any collusion at all
and the fern which grows beyond the gate is just a trite little

among the ponds and frogs, however, princes run
only prevented by structure and rules

although because of this girl there was far less damage done
than the damage those other people who died did this morning.
and i think they all know why.

It is somewhat of an enigma
How cotton can come to life
To reach out to you
And as it echoes throughout the ages
It becomes the only thing I didnt write
But then again I haven't had tapeworms for years.

Amen Lord

Abow the common pavement
there is a still justice
which when targeted
accusations against it are dismissed

we may as well live in the sand
not as separate countries
as politics tels up about the notion
and then monsters who live in the shadows
make sure the corruption is maintained

but if we stood for each other, comunally
and all decided on what was fair law, again, comunally
not forgetting to put into disrepute all powerful, mind controlling, abusive, obsessive, can do attitude (talk about true but fake), looking like everything should look like authorities...

A little truth, if you don't mind...

An exceptional reason for distraction is garbage in any form
A truth then,
While the effigies sleep foregone notes knaw at pedigree particulars like ascendancy to a quack.
Too many gaps.

But they're not in my mind, they're in the matrix.
Maybe I created them? But nah, I wanna loose the game... It's ******* *******, doubt it even exists.

So poetry is meant to be seen, and it works that way, as an art piece

But when it's inherently dutiful, it can't at the same time not take on the form of art in some way.

The essence of vessel poetry is that it is maudlin, quaint, robotic, ironic, too susceptible to literary criticism, defiled by social criticism icism, hand made by ether, quarked upon, stolen, has the breath taken out of it, edited, and investigated. Also farquaimed, easy peasy to unbutton, but difficult to be in sync with, frustration echoes from it that it's not understood in sync, has frostbite, doesn't belong on this planet, casts aspersions on the second eye, wears you down, is like house ware, is too obsessed with sound,p thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat last a especially! I had to think of the word one trillion or rather number to get that last a put which defies the patterns k was making previously or my own autonomy but if autonomy is a pattern that's what I don't like about my poems. Even though they're y seem eleqouent or whatever technically they're all failures. Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaonetrillion. (The last one trillion is a that) Writing done. May the judge ******* and stop being corrupt. At least get rid of Theresa I mean she can't make it as a lawyer can she? Haha human spies. Say hi to the devil for me.....😭

Telephone slightly off the hook, miss Jefferson took a competent whack at putting it straight. Unfinished business, frequently results in misconception, which those on the other end of communication are then further subjugated to a lack pf understanding. Through manipulation, propaganda and patterns, sometimes just a misunderstanding of oneself, can be the cause of things seeming or even being out of sync with the surrounding world. But then you must ask what is it about me that makes this so? is it the buttery fingers of spirit at times? Or the miscalculation of events and dates when one grows older? Is it getting so **** near to something before being antagonized and then becoming nothing more than a victim of the system? I beleive every soul is stronger than the system. it just sometimes takes time and alot of patience - first to just put it out of your mind; and then play long. even if you make mistakes, just focuss on what you're good at - Even if you get bored  as long as your not sabotaging your cause, you can play youre ignorance up for fun. Or just generally attract attention from hidden cameras satellites and the like. I enjoy miming out my musical tastes when it comes to cameras. **** everyone else. So much is changing, and I'm hardly noticing it, I guess because i'm not on the stage of full operations. And if I was it wouldn't work. But to be honest it is a bit offensive having a peadophile represent the changes I want to make to the world.
in fact I imagine alot of world leaders aer peadophiles, they are aliens after all...

All heartbreak is a bit pretentious
it irks, and facilitates distance
from it's objects of devotion
it is effort tripled
because you're starting
   to loose grip
on the fact
that effort was more
once or twice

It's all part of a set up
and I'm doing a terrible job at being sane
around it.

Sanity is much more obituary
it keeps it's own nails clean
and denies any form of truth.
Stereotypical sanity anyway

In the darkness,,
there is a  moth
cloying its wooly way up through the cottage thatching

but there's no cottage

just a an imaginative open space,
where perception descends heavily upon the eyes.

or the feelers.

missing pieces get picked up by the police,
as a giant scrawny bunch of cats cradle players summon both sun and rain.

Taking their ticket on the train,
leaving the rest to their own.

As it should be.

But how I have scrounged over the years, completely departed from intimacy
and seeking personal compensation from material objects.

How nice, I think it would be, for that to change.

Amen Lord.

What's for dinner? Again. Wrinkled noses from my shifty eyes.
The game is 80% still in action according to God.
So what is the wait for? The science? The anxiety?
As preposterous as it may sound it is as it's not which is how it seems.

Joy is truth.

Amen Lord.

I don't know if I am dyslexic or not, but at times it seems and if I could still feel - feels like patterns are the only thing i can understand.

Not to abhor a prenatal sentiment, but that screeching in the background is it heard by everybody?

And the stream of gasping saute prognosis that comes flying through every door and bounncing off every wall,


well, my choices with ergards to that; are either judge it or don't.


but my own inner personal gain is overlooked




so noone wants to play, the tvs only occasionally entertaining, and i'm trapped in a dream with this black girl Naomi following me around who seems to acutely be the only non Nigerian black woman, (although if she reads this that could change) who was forced to apologise to me by questioning my eyesight on arrival at my current abode. Well, well, well, what a lengthy encounter  we had  considering that with what's now just gone yesterday. No coincidence as it's all coordinated  and the landscape is what the landscape is. Not African in other words. But post Nigerian.

Oh and, it looks like Africa was overlooked, again, while they were looking for my phone that I put to be charged (again) in the office...

Pesdophilia is a wildly, beastish, zesty if you want to call it monstrous, widely given label to anyone and everything when a child gets ***** or goes missing. Favoritism in the house becomes suspect, and according to TV programmes if they don't go missing or are 'just' *****, the child isn't listened to either. Because chances are, they already had a Freudian complex in the first place.....which can't be downplayed.
And when in violent families, childrens social workers are usually all aliens walking around pretending to be a human.
And I should add there's a lot of conspiracy theories about children going missing as they've been abducted by aliens. And then keep them confused. Poonanny God. Do I don't know what the **** that book by Olaf Stapleton is about. More controversy he was trying to invoke for the future I expect. So the very real aliens, who I'm trying to fully expose, can make a certain escape.

'vertisments force us to underwhelm
the diagnosis
that pertrevies la honourisms
of a steak
stuck in the cows belly

i've had aan idea
ad it doesn't involve people
paciing to and fro like pupateers
hogging the lmelight (or the funds)
no questioning of this idea
or any of my others

for they are applicable to the first paragraph
of this poem
which clearly states a level of genius AND cultural awareness if not spirituality that cannot be denied.

Per se.

It amounts to nothing
When it's taken back
A permanent display of change
But they they just want me to react

All the while I'm sleeping
With nothing really in my head
I guess we should be severed
If you want to cut off my head

And in the throws of finality
The conquest seems more dear
But there'll be no grieving process
Just rumination
At least that one things clear.

Creations of blasphemed culture
it all started with one bouncer

Take it or leave it this is my ifes knowledge

the circumstances of ultra autonomy
and zero awareness
soon turned to pure insecurity
which led to an inner vs outer struggle
before I was even 27.

The rest doesn't matter

Poonanny God