At times i fee like
technology is all that there is
and ruefulness over the stratosphere,  ******* my memory into the sky
leads the adverts on to bugging me even more.
How do you discern between a quiet benevolent calm?
And one that's going to sneak up on you with a gutless, racist roar....?
There are no definite patterns,
Science is nothing but maths.
And maths is nothing but an art form,
So it' just basic that magic is connected to art
whatever you love is magical for you
science fo a lot of people then.

Well, if you saw science as an art form
and not a means to an end
you may start to find the magic of science too

but if you believe science IS on it's own
well, there's plenty of evidence for that being peoples' opinion
but if you don't believe in fate, then you are someone who strictly doesn't believe in fate
therefore fashioning concepts artistically that support the idea of intervening elements if science... makes progress,.... and then there needs be no belief in science. Just another reason to take evidence from science s a factual practice when really it's so complicated not to have elements of magic?

I have been in places where understanding is an impediment
The gassy and the chuffed become intertwined
And the result is an airy cohort which precedes intervention
And becomes a leading path down monstrosity and neutrality.

The robotics trace underwent alsali/eene
Tricking dawn fetishes through necessary unnecessary ******
As concentration is blinded and the truth is seen as serum again. Amen God.

Boring entitlement to make art,
hijacks creativity
in a funeral car
the procession plays trumpets
a soul stirs
but it's too late

Christened by the wind
Causing an eye to look more carefully at her


As subliminal arguments confer
The cover that concealed her perfection was sugar that was all encompassing
The rats loved buwhen looking at the exhilarating xenophobia. Sarcasm intended, still my hand is not my own. Mammy. Beep beep
Mee Naw mee everybody minding their own business otherwise

Poo God

Ûrs I won?

wern warts **** den ova there!!!!! hbcdwiqy rfffffffffff vggggggggu nceiby -;- cbdiq ceq dfghj back to normal then thaaaaaaaat the ginormous of monsters cant eat love, but even killers can defeat the cc.i.a if they dont get on board with my bulletproof weapon resistant stalker resistant love. AMEN POONARNY UNIVERSE,

The send offs were a group of people who hounded you. Their sweat was like a normal man's, but really it was there because it upset other people and they didn't give a ****. It was easy to be poetic about their patterns (as you wasted away in a false world). But the realistic depths of their evil were either or unexplainable or unknown by other people.

You had a better shot at pinning them down with positive strategy, even love than anything else. That is, before you cull them.

And yes, evil police, culling is different to ******. So give me the **** back my freedom.
Amen. Poonanny. Daisies. Love and light.

'that sure ain't what I set out to do Rudy, ****** anyone... I mean good Lord... If God would even think of testifying for me.... I just want to get what I want; you know'

'so who did you ****** and why? Just to get what you wanted?'

'a bunch of aliens, and there was a timing on everything that made me uncertain, y'know, spooked, under control.'

'so you did it to be in control?'


'well in the heat of the moment yes, because they were torturing me/had tortured me for locking me up and kept me locked up for the longest time, deprived of many things.'

'was it revenge for taking away your freedom?.

'no because I came to realize they'd take away my freedom away completely for it. It was to regain humanity's and the earths' and it's creatures' freedom. Amen.'

Ive never been there
But alike to the woodland
You find everywhere
It's a container for
Horror movies in hotels
Priceless small businesses
That are more of a friendly organization

I've heard it's a dime hidden in a soil ***
Swarthed with an anti racist attitude
And although overpriced
The wanting there for warmth
Takes secondary stance
To bibliographic amenities

Following round the populace
Of amsterdamn with the scent
Of inspiration, relaxation
And superb awareness

It's already an idyllic place for the elderly
(If they're rich enough - that's the sad part)
But why not bring the whole NHS over abroad
To the Netherlands
As an idyllic place for the mentally ill too?

They should at least advertise this kind
Of thing privately

To get the ball rolling

Poonanny cannabis creating God
Amen Lord.
Excellent in French politicians... Who are not needed anyway

Lets admit it
Politicians don't make change they just create drama
Or do it as a hobby.
Both basically.
Poodaddy.
Matilda.
Chocolate spread.
Bakery bread.
Zombie swords.
Dimensional animals.
Black denim jeans.
Dave black song.
Not being taken seriously.
Lucidity champagne ****** waterfalls coloured white.
Unicorns.
Katy perry.
**** **** of children.
Mast.
Fast food.
A universe with a hole in it.
Cyanide.
Bootlegged ******.
Honour thy mum and dad.
Soul mates.
Did I?
Epiphany.
Colourful painting.
Perusing...vain
Using understanding abusively
Burp/****

Occulemency never fairs well
When the truth is hurt
Watershed times over as soon as you get to
Getting past the
    Defences
Unfair and further sugarcoated
With already managed acting
To instil
The harm physically
Rather than there be the risk of emotional hurt
Or even worse
A complete lack of defence against trauma

All is as it seems then


Not

******* other mental patients I don't give a **** about you and I know you've read this.

Hallelujah

Tooth seems to be  a popular word in poetry
like there was someone called ruth who was a goddess
like some in ethnic tribes,
roofers build tipis
like roofies can make the heat blunder
It's usually just there to represent the word root though.
Ah, I see.

Sometimes our convictions aren't strong enough to hold weight
they argue with the done thing, the evil baby syndicate and the  1,2,3,4 of a simple catchy indie love tune,
if our ears have been open all the time,
but we feel either our ears or mouths have been closed then the polices suspect a ****** is going on.
when really we just miss our loved ones.
my best friend has just completed her p.h.d and even though it breaks my heart to think she's not a part of my life at the moment when it would mean so much to me at this time of my life she was i will allow her to be my muse Apollo. Poonanny.

Nothing could ever stop her from questioning her coolness and then the realness of what is was she discovered would be smiled away or worried about for months on end.

She is a little bit of chaos, that's her traumatized side, which she's always trying to dig out and hide, because if she gets i in the opened there's more likely to be a scientific proof for it. But she never elts science completely overtake her because she's too beautiful. And will show that to you with the proof of her soul if you get to know her.

Amen Apollo.
pllllllllllergh Aphrodite.
'walking on a sunny, winters day' - Zeus

something of importance signals devastation in our immune systems
we try to loose it through being down
because all we know are the words tht have already been used.
the truths we tell go unheard because we're being controlled by words we know.
The egg cracks like a world falling with feathers
and we focus on our dislike for politics
instead of scrapping the whole thing
under the river there are pipes
which some people are involved with
but others - they'd see their houses
as themselves.
but current levels of appearance
differ with the bigger picture.
the milk float passes by and another underhanded frustration
of the day gets called out
on by some stranger 
 pretending he's not an alien.
The legs of the mannequin
give in, and as we lift our eyes up
to a fully consumed Jesus, the body as a container
leaks nothing but *******.
Our annoyance is
our assonance
and as we grow older the answers
come naturally to us.

Except the politicians still don't hear it.
Not because they don't want to.
they love to do a little bird ****
on us here
heart operation on us there.

But the scam is funny.
Although it steals your dreams,
and makes a quiet scene
instead of noble portrait of you,
the ignorance that surmounts day by day
is being counted from up above.
and to be a little lily
you don't have to be a grand canyon -
that when it opens

exposes a whole host of thriving anger,
which cannot regenerate.

so while you keep on regenerating -
aliens -
we are sat here waiting

for you to disappear,
which you instinctively
do.
Just like mother earth
is instinctively still
for most of the time.

Do you see now Immortal technique fans; human beings?
we will be safer
once the propaganda,
like immortal techniques,
and the politics,
and corruption go away.

Which they will, I promise.
Poonanny for the unknowneth
time mighty Lord and Christ.
I put my trust in you.
Amen.

Back to writing the old fashioned poem
I bought a new keyboard but its pressure points
have been altered to fit/programmed into the neurons of my brain


Like a piano that never worked in the first place, but now lives on the screen of some cartoon ******* film as a prop usually benefactory but unlit by love that strategem. so technically this whole keyboard thing is breaking the law.

I describe it with wwords
time and time again
this coronation of archangels
puking in the face of the law.

red seas swarming bbeside the sunsets
that we get used to seeing

like our own lives
in reverse

you can take a picture
but as soon as that pictures taken

youve just created another cement block
in your memory


for the daily wanderer
gets much more out of a manic episode

than a mental patient

but as i was ill advised (I suppose it was advice)

there are limited options in life.

I think i heard another angel *****.

Amen angels and God and Jesus.

The pin doll seemed to encapsulates
And be what it's pinner is
After all these strangled attempted at tearing corn from the cob
Only from the camping texture of teeth.
Will things really get better? I wondered.
Though many forgot there is a huge difference between psychology and dreams.

Frame the wal
bunch up the upholstery
do a quick to do list
do a little free fall in your mind
bargain straight
uphold notions that are visceral relatively
this goes for hear, touch, tase and physical pain
not forgetting (never forgetting)
frustration too
if it doesn't look like the hat on the banker from monopoly
then give him dreadlocks instead
he doesn't want you yo attend his parties
yet otherwise he's nice to your face
typical racists
i wouldn't want to hae *** with anyone cool anyway
there was a time.. but i *** 31
You have to grow up and start taking responsibilities one day
even though you wont appreciate these words they're more special to me then any of you
despite me pretending to like you
amen Lord Amen Aphrodite

The music sounded
like a chorus of anti Christmas tunes

Boggling the squashed fly
On the window sill
From an instant of thrill
To ironic rot

But one cannot be racist
Against flies
For the make food
An analysis
Which people
Would hate coming from a fly

Along with a synopsis
Of culture.


But there's no need to be racist to
A fly

They're actually very emotionally sensitive
As in, you can tell they have autism
In the way that they stim with their legs

Or arms rather
If you're not being racist to the fly

one look in the mirror
and the world stands still
trying to even out the twisty
bits of skin and turns of smile

It's all quite typical really

except in the misnaming of
the person who had, first, the original beauty
but beauty is standardized these days
and technology can do anything with a face


i personally, dress like a *****, and hardly ever shower or bath

but i've always got some excuse

usually, I suppose it's, if I ask myself why, deep down


because I don't want to fit in.

Malnourishment also known as the eaten jaw
by iron bar and fans
      that crowd around
and get    him    

   pushed,
further into demand -

as they do this
they think of little old ladies
who
to
keep their lives
they'd keep safe

but in outer space
there's
no
worthwhile currency
or a dangerous arrogance

i am an object in time and space
(another word for the place is the matrix)
j u s t
some
     where else
where you continually spin out and they want you to totally break down

But they've always rubbed it in our faces
for the equals of us; more ignorance, more oblivious
so much of it subliminally though
that by fighting the system froma baby (Yes I'm christ) i promise you'll become *******.

Well, it's like the AC/DC song goes isn't it?
'It's a lie...and that's the truth.'...

I've always trusted my instincts and that has never been for fun.

but if someone came up to me one day and said, this is your mental prison, this is your soul death, this is your dawdry ******* and at other times **** body then they before i could realise they had a gun even shot me

Well, it depends on who did it and why.
penalised by the justice system mainly
a race track which we all aspire to trundle round a race trac now the sympathy for our kind has gone
and there's just something about cars that always creates discrepancies between perception and technique - which you woud only ever think of in truth as same other, what I consider to be dangerous forms of transport)
but you're long gone mentally
as soon it's been sorted out
your cash flow, direct debit, benefits, council tax housing and all of that.
i always try to grab their attention when coming somewhere new
and even if naivety and friendliness didn't so vindictively differ
am i the one loosing? for trust and counting dollars?

Rock 'n' roll isn't just about the juice it's about the contempt, the either/or goat herding inhibition that sears through the stratosphere (along electrical cables of the brain) and then is forgotten by it's implicator.

So what does the implicator intend to imply?

That she has no free will. That momentum is fun. That identity is transmutable if seen in such light as delusion.

So what does delusion of the implicator imply?


Oh it's their entire world. it's just noone can accept it, except for the people not accepting it, them even having a really psychic intricate way of thinking.

So maybe these implicators are just considered to have no imagination?

Well I understand, but then there's empathy isn't there, and the system is hardly set up to inspire imagination anyway. So that's questionable.

What of questions and the implicator?


Can you ask questions without free will?


Well, yeah, what else?

And that's where the whole corruption scheme begins to be answered.
It's hashtagthaaaaat!(aaat)!

a world of cattle, pigs, lamb, sheep
rattling along
they can feel the lonliness in their bones at those
vegetarians -
but cheese and milk and yoghurt just rains hate upon us all
a friendly battle waged on, ironically perhaps, with the aid of drugs
non synthetic in comparison with meat
galloping horses get shot in the wild
harbouring their remedies for their fellow farm animal cause
as for the vegans
theyre all crazies.

Delusion is like a Summer spent in a mental hospital
eating crap
and seeing the sun in the same small place over adn over again
It's like never having been traveling
and then through some ill fitting prostitution career
believing there's a load of decent men who want to take you on holiday
It's about time and space. It's about feeling the need to define your realty versus making a better life.
It's about believing people who are not who they are, when they speak, believing every word they say or hint they drop you.
it's about not needing safety from your own mind.
but more from clever people who see through your attempts at magic.
It's continuing the writing even though you suspect every letter is delusional.
it's about being fascinated by everything, just not everyone.
Because those are the people who made you clinically delusional, and who accuse you of being delusional still.

The changes which occur as far as our perception is concerned occur subliminally.

Like a polar bear shaking water off its fur

The droplets fly too fast for us too I notice them, and just as much, on the other hand we are embodying that change as one or perhaps, depending on where we've been placed in the matrix, or more of the globules of water.

This just metaphor

But each drop is a whole globe which encapsulates our psyches, which is different to our minds,
Which allows the key element, as far as sustaining intelligence is concerned, our brains, to be kidnapped by ultra sound that issues from alien life, and is connected to technology, which we are also connected to through our whole selves. Including cerebrally.

What initiated this disparity between personal thoughts and them being incorporated into a design which allows human beings to be controlled, well, aliens would argue is purely evolutionary. But, like many others, I believe it comes from individual acts of selfishness, unwillingness to connect on a deep and meaningful level, choosing to serve the government to protect your wealth, which in this case is huge. And overall
Just a 'i can do it so I will' attitude.

Of course a lot of this stuff is underground, and so here I am required to make a distinction between lack of awareness of what goes on around x, and an underground which operates even more deceitfully and corruptively than y would see if z were always aware. Or had an exceptional level of awareness which gave them the advantage, should they choose to use it of getting better care where you will often find lone human beings, which is the often harsh and neglectful landscape of psychiatric hospitals.

Here, we don't need to go into a lot of detail except to say they outright procure nonsense. And all of the patients there are simply acting, and the staff are - also - all aliens.

This segregation impacts humans severely. And they are either punished with boredom, **** and being patronized: depending on their level of awareness, slowly guided towards suicide if theyre too aware as well as, if they continue, stripped of all their freedom; and audaciously with all this still lied to, in a form of played up ignorance and making false claims about their mental health status, criminal capacity (this is often severely overblown, as of course when you have an alien controlling your levels of aggression - which in itself is enough to wind any sane person up - if in alignment with the fact that the aliens that live inside of us, are the ones we most often come across deliberately engaging with our..how do I put it? Alien physiology. For example telling the humans alien to attack or feel shame or just numb towards the real alien). Without any entitlement to fair legal representation, and not accepting structural disintegration as an authentic view and potential solution to the blatant racism towards, lying to, and just general disregard for human life across all nations as examined herein.

POoNaNNy g.  o.       d!!!!!!!!! ❤️

Thoughts can translate into psychotic poetry
Without the right medicat ion
Which I have more than willingly been taking
But I feel psychotic again
I don't think they're giving me clozapine anymore
Because it was working
And I felt a lot less schizophrenic.

They say you should reach out for help
but what if when you tell others
they become unreachable?

In the mysteries of supermarkets
where it's not clear
exactly where certain things are

one turns to the more
sophisticated
either asking for assistance

Or simply visiting a library instead.

The descent was nothing but a dent then
interrupted by the escalators that function
so wildly

as relatives that don't look like relatives
amble on by.

Cossmic Jive
as Bowie put it
is a

a sasparino plug esplande
formed swannishly like a trip with
your boyfriend to the zoo

and he tries to throw you into one of the enclosures
takes an unflattering picture of you
and then descends into a false crisis
whereupon
you become a genuine problem to him


and you think how many people am I truly a problem to?

the saintly melodic air of the starlit voice
is a companion to the music but
to philosophy

a lonesome yet succulent study of imitation, of the chorus which gropes at the heartbeat and snuggles into the symbols.

Amen Lord. Poonanny.

When you come
to the end
of the road

there's always a frustration
that whimpers stoically
about refreshment

blazing with it's *****
Of entirety
like a telephone off the hook

a shutdown system
where status doesn't matter

Change reveals itself in a gown to not make mistakes
'heads up! one mafia member siad to another' i heard but it wasn't anything to do with me, so I just ignored it. The changing nature of our television hardwiring and constant brain seizing, anda variable of infinite extremely low frequencies which are only, received by those who can hear them. In telephone wires. In microwaves; through the walls, under your own brain structure, in the pit of your soul. ******* aliens for being so selfish. humans need each other more than all this stupid music you create. halelujah :) thanks Apollo x

submarineish the joint dependancies were or werent art
the army just couldn't decide
fillaments of tutitlism emptied their canvases at the station
....gruesome pileups endangered the worlds species
as arumentative tv hosts grieved over viewing numbers

So anarchism whets the boat yeah,    then serdjerney cflats its unsone patterns  further undone by layers of speech, so the boat trespasses upon the heftery gaurding the gobby with goonfile, attackiing with blocking?????????????????????

Sideways trajectories
never want to be the hunted

sorry they say, but there's only another question in it jacked and marmionismed - rubber earth javigating the june of goons, less news on tv
and not to forget that Netflix (which quickly broke)
I suppose ike a promise
a mutual understanding that however hard we push they must disintegrate . it cannot be done by force
and this is how they maintain their status qua understanding, jabbernaut
cloaks of division, as much as conscience, innocence and knowledge

yeah @go  on then dad throw  another buckeet of mouldy conscience at me, from the insided, make it hurt **** you're always happpy being master of the honest Godesss but it wont be real its not real if you're there because I believe in kive and you need to get away frim my love, concsience and morality, because right now; they're not my oen WHat do you exoext em to do? sit around anpretend that <i>youre</i> real? Because not to gi too deepy into philosophy, ou seem to be repeating yoursef Now, i believe in  and I have God to thank for, well he's told me a sorts f things about you. only an extremely top motch clever, high status but moral juudge can make the judgment regarding what exact harm you have caused e and wether  (if he rules my dad and mother who ***** me as a toddler  are still allow them to see me) then what sort og guarantee there is for me not knowing exact who they qre not having them invited into my life, even if it's by other authorities If I ever make it as a lawyer I'd like to work with you one day

a bright, dusted, parrot looking butterfly
swung by, past one side of my cheek, then the other - then round up past my head, where it blew about a bit like a dementia riddled dog with wings for a while.

Then vanished over the roof top.

Abent in my mind
i have the eye shakes again.
where
everything seems to be
unequivacely  straight
along the streetless roads

or hidden in the back of my retina

a succour of colour there
to defend the maritime marathon
of eager sprinting to the sightless
bat

before the noise of what you don't even know what you will perceive
drives  me to madness


and the frontier platoon
guess at
well i'm just a blind girl
why would I tell them?

Amen african Gods
p.s **** Nigeria,
Zimbabwe

and just africa in general
AMEN.

Delusion is like a Summer spent in a mental hospital
eating crap
and seeing the sin in the same small place over adn over again
It's like never having been traveling
and then through some ill fitting prostitution career
believing ther's a load of decent men who want to take you on holiday
It's about time ans=d space. It's about feeling the need to define your realty versus making a better life.
It's about believing people who are not who they are, when they speak, believing every word they say or hint they drop you.
it's about not needing safety from your own mind.
but more from clever people who see through your attempts at magic.
It's continuing the writing even though you suspect every letter is delusional.
it''s about being fascinated by everything, just not everyone.
Because those are the people who made you clinically delusional, and who accuse you of being delusional still.

sitting in a car park
with my father
my legs half dangling out the car
half questioning him
because they were half in the outside world
of his own space

I rebuked all professional qualities
of a schizophrenic

to ask the **** question

why can't I go with mum
to see chris in the mental hospital?
'I've been in mental hospitals before'
'yeah but this is different he exclaimed in a flat tone

And it was because I didn't care about my brother anymore
And about secret guilt, I had the same kind for the rest of my family.
I mean i labelled them my family,
but there was something off about our connection.

Apparantley that's normal though.
but it says in the bible honour thy mother and father

So supposed they haven't honoured me as a child or whatever
Does that still mean, if I'm not going out of my way, which I never was for them, because they weren't for me, that I should still honour them? Yes it does. Amen Lord and Jesus. Thank you.

Ah, the good old days
when you'd be in hilarity at my constipation
it feels  like they're going away


              C.I.A

Oh how we chuckled and accused each other
of things


was it just a fling?

Well I don't want a one night stand either way

I'm devoted
but not to you


- my causes

so if you want to jump on board
you're still welcome

Amen Lord. Amen C.I.A. Poonanny Aphrodite.

a group of bakers
lest they go down the ***** wonka shoot
may argue that , the fairest... of all bread<i>winners/i> is
can we be complacent in order of her/his/them/they/theirs place.

i, however, discard the notion of ownership all together and tell them politely that they've invented their own myths and they're coming true.
in WHICH CASE...THEY ARE, AT RISK, YES.

******* not included
In treasury treasts of treasonic trests.
Choose they say choose but we can't identify a squeeze of moral out of you
Wo we assume you're retards who think we have to ***** in a coffin to die.
Chess mate! Chess mate! The loonatics are running the zoo again. While my therapist warbles her goodbyes and hellos with just one minute in between. I grab her rust in a desperate act to counteract the loneliness. Just to confirm I'm in the right track for securing my mental health and also charm. As we are all being filmed. *****. Poonanny Lord God Jesus. Love from Amy stares.

Attitude stored
for frostbitten
conditions whereupon the bitter fingers
can show naught but malice to the snow.

A flying ant
who seems to do nothing
but trespass upon summer
evenings fades into the night
like an applause given to
a helicopter.

all this drudgery
was it worth it?
they'll ask at the end

when the robots still aren't
real but peoples mentalities
are more stuck than the robots
with their narrow version of the soul

well if it wasn't for the drudgery there's be no more drudgery
and people seem to enjoy bringing themselves down
a lot these days

so the drudgery was well worth it yes.