i dont keep secrets
but the entirety of the block does
block heads, they call themselves
intutied by the far waring nose abouts
neating and swalling their way up to each building

except for in the summer, when pansies grew
and the cutlery was at least superfluous to the ordeal

whereabouts were unable t be substitututed, just surrealised
and then the claim came that they had been too subtleized to be otherwise

the ulterior motives were irrelevant  as a corset worn by a ghost

and so there was no evidence.

sunflowers 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...

Abstaining becomes a maverick
Bluffing gets me going stopping being insincere
They pose a question every time
But why does it have to ******* rhyme.
If insecticide was iodine in a breath
And our egos were only temperaments
And (I know what your thinking)
Imagination was diplomatic
I mean to say it didn't have to be an act
And just vibration equalled peace
Well for those who do that weird **** with ease
And an encumbrance was an afterthought
But one that never touched the sky
(My dreams they are collosal and I wish the world knew why)
If sliding on grass wasn't simple
In the way that the C.I.A is
If we infected our children with a bit of disease plasma:
to stop those ******* getting to us.
If we knew the underside of new knowledge
Getting to the facts...
If there was not an act to cover for another fact!
If the reality of the situation matched up to our dreams
If we were not subjects of honour able only to shed tears.
If logic didn't exist just love did so none of us ever choke
If there were several more songs to demonstrate how just today God coped
If there were ants who lived on our shoulders
And dogs that didn't know the meaning of love
If there were melodies that could do more than ****
If confusion was an inner bout of cancer making the outer one obscene
If martyrs wore accolades in honesty
And didn't have to stall
If these aliens were dead
If unicorns bravery opened up portholes into the universe
Where evil will only wait
Or the human beings and others can invite them right on through
And adjust themselves to the time.
If we perceive what is not there we can get the typing too
Rigged through an escaping rhythm that always without tempo recedes
But I don't upset the rhythm
You wouldn't even know what it is
So, I'm an alien am I?
Is that why I'm living in a special zoo?
The angels are fake and I know this on speed
God is real though
And Jesus Christ is our Savior
So for him he begs of you to provide.
Poonanny god

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

There once was a girl called Addie
Who liked to take away the faddy
An insetter upon poverty
She had A glass like certainty

And never wished for anything
That she could not achieve

Amen Addie hampton

broccoli allowances are sparse in the amenities of heightened bulk
now is that what we humans need though?
a lessening of powdered salt and a grainful of speech perhaps instead?
these are just questions.
powdered salt like the caustic membranes which chuff at the insides if out outer innards making us inaccessible to each other and sorry, but a pile of dough. For them to knead, so why should we hear their pleas? that thaaaat thaaat thaaaaaat that. thaaaaaaaaat. yeah ******* authorities.

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

To reconcile with lost enigmas of forethought and feelings that were always encapsulated in unknown ways I thaaaaaaaaaat still have not found the answer for.

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/****

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 globe, as some conspiracy theorists might call it, has been deem one of many uninhabitable by the end of, an irrelevantly timed era, through interference and separation of human values from the universe.

As someone who was once interested in politics, but is now a freelance nothing, I would state politics is a paper trail, designed to fish for historical bits of propaganda.

Not to say theyre just fantasists, they do alot of damage to the world as much as they celebrate their own theses accomplishments.

But as soon as you start talking about politics, well, you start talking about politics. And you just go round in a circle.
which is exactly the main political aim of all nations.
and so, as such, and allready noted, they iinterssperse bit of a;ready fase history amongst more believable present day made up history.

aNd then there's the typical media going on about champions, and competition and of course peer pressure too, of course we can't forget, as well as mny other poisonous veins of discussion in the context, of basically who's the blank of blank of blank in history.

aliens. aliens are history

A prophecy isn't something that necessarily won't happen if noone acts on it
Particularly the prophet making the prophecy.
Prophets are mystics,
Yet they give in so easy to the sincerity and standards of mysticism itself
Or just work blankly for the authorities
That they never make their prophecies come true
Clever prophets work it out on a screen or on paper, whilst engaging in their spiritual and health practices etc etc etc, and then they implement the wisdom they've received from that into a plan.
That
Amen flower,
Amen C.I.A
Peace out "Grandma!"
Sorry you're not allowed to take part human prophets

at tea time we sit, like magazines, that aren't even there
still it's only slightly obscene
like a slight from the media
can turn you right around
and the bristles of the toilet brush get all jammed with ****
Is it ever enough,?
to trust, to relay, to behave, to offer something to ride on?
all ****** puns aside, there's a twist there somewhere
but what's it's preponderance?
Something undefinable? a wringing out of a doves neck in pursuit of anguish?!
The towns they keep growing, as the oceans keep revolving
marry me humidity and then there shall be no more overwhelming adroitness!
But hear the succour of a ******* lounging or standing or straying around
and you will fnd a  crown full of teleknesis,
asuaged, drowned and drafted by a atrocity that seemed in the end amounted to no more than an annoyance, but at the time was much, much more.

redemption song Lord. Amen,that.

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.

the tower bells ring out
all floundering,
a tide takes all
feverishly, to the coast

and, in a manner
there should be a why
Why do people play football?
Is it because
they've cast  they've
pretended to cast their
livelihoods into the back of a net?
Why do children grow up
to ask less questions as teenagers? that, poonanny Lord
Is it an an intimate thing
that it drew attention thaaat, poonanny God
to the unweeded garden?

thaaaat, poonanny God

the apocalypse,
if noone listens then
no one will listen
now.
so lets veil ourselves
as a curb
weighed down upon
by the present
because we lifted
our heavy eyelids
and saw nothing.


except for a pretty sunset
shaking it's golden excess
into the beyond

where I stop to think
upon magic
but I don't know
if there's any evidence
for it.

Attributes of the walking stick
hung around like charity shop clothing -
bagged and ready to go

It was a switch that had truely altered time again
(\ - this is not poetry it is gospel.)and a shower which managed to scrub off a few inches of the ***** dirt

a sectre of a cultural conversation
that stands for nothing
whether i'm ***** again ot not.

The chip shop gave me free water, and i just considered myself lucky at the time
but its starting to make me more suspicious now

and not in the way that i've seen my whole teenage and further years as a massive xenephobia crime made to seem more convincing through dehydration

I wouldn't necessarily call it a lack of conscience, in fact, in some ways quite the opposite, but in this essay I present an interpretation of the autonomy of human beings versus structural design,

There are no hidden patterns., they're just a distraction and a reason to build on scientific discoveries. What's intrinsic in autonomy goes beyond awareness or perception and involves biological discrepancies, mainly in the stomach, so where your intuition and feelings lie.

The claimant of these conditions, or rather, person, suffering from these conditions, is under obligation that they are (what are so called client), to esure they are not murdered. Yet they can be locked up, harassed by the police and have their rights taken away. So they can have their lives taken away. As well s the previous owner(s) pressuring the victim into suicide.

Basically this is one definition of autonomy being taken away.

So where is the conscience when the person acting, relevantly, in other words unaware of the true nature of the alien world most of the time.

Well, I would argue that conscience is a part of the soul, and to reach beyond your own conscience, which you may still choose to ignore,  but even if, like most of us do, we keep ignoring it, the soul will always kick in.

and each time it does you become more resilient to the evil around you, and with some confidence, have a more powerful soul. Then if you can accept past mistakes and learn from them,
and grow a steady conscience too.

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

With a wisp, he attacked the challenge
Alright in his opinion to the music
Strolling through it all
Like a mongrel

His hair was beautiful in a typical barbershop way
And his quitting was always frustrating to him
But applauded by the conchords


Who as they dropped bombs upon us all
He floundered below
Vanishing into non existence
Because he couldn't bring himself to retaliate

Once he has vanished he crept out of the rock pool
Into a wooden hut
Where he has to breathe deeply
As his ego raged

Many injustices has been done
But it was over

He had lost his love
He had redowned the road to fame

Like a cheese factory
Running on its own
With mice evolving as fraud workers there.

Like a moth gracefully dying
Taking everything in as it has no more, no less
  Awareness of its wings

Just body

In a state of exquisite Buddhism.

Like a UFO invading his nightmares
For reasons he can't explain

To anyone.

But maybe it was just because of his need to fly
Without effort.
To freefall.

To not care.
To degrade himself
And succeed.


Poonanny Ben tatum.

Hallowed edges, crufts her majesty anoints as fromage.
Because the dogs insides are fighting it's own instincts, like you get lots of different brands of yoghurt fighting each other
AND you get brands of dog food which owners care about more than they care about their actual dogs. and by branding the food (anyway) it's more hidden the parasitic aliens living in the dogs body.
the accraise war(nm)s the logic of up and coming chess moves. not that chess is always logical. that. and it depends on how good at it you are or not. but unlike chess,  alot of people play video games and half of them dont even realise theyre killing people , theyre own human kind, which theyre separated from anyway, in wars. And as a captive saint of some kind, I've always had an aversion to video games but i've never got heavily into the violent ones -- yet everytime the news has been on for the past year and a half of my just mean *** hospital stays i've had to hear about wars in ghaza and Ukraine. i dunno man, I keep on saying it's ******* so maybe that's just giving them the permission to have a war in Ghaza and the Ukraine in the future. or it's a threat for me wanting to protect my livelihood as who I am. Poonanny Lord.

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.

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

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.

Bulbous tunings fetter out the cold wise looks
Of a dancer
Who even lost her grave
Either/or the menace in the deviation
Traces nothing back from obliviation
But forwards into oblivion
Where dust and scar are alike
And cannot attack the divine e

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.

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.

As the correctness debeckons inaction the collective body sets in
There's no contradictions as far as I can hear or see
But within the living is a semblance of verociousness and vehemence and
Vicariousness dably panicking at the park which contains all things
The corrosives are backed into a corner and the voices in my head continue.
Good boys don't question a lady's wishes or value anything intricate that doesn't concern them. Amen God. Jesus was everywhere Amen God. And fun foresting went no further than doing away with the system, being a hippy, therapeutic nirvana for Autisma, and then universal psychiatric etc etc success for Jesus Christ. Amen God.

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.

All monks ratified the gargoyle of addementum adamancy...
Froggy outbuildings were only available for murders
And the only real rule was the celestial.

Amen lord.

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

Trouble ensnaring my depths like a fool
To outgrow the cost would be to er on the good
Side of my soul but my heart doesn't say that I should

Rely on my heart then, so easy to say
When it hasn't felt love for the longest time
Without tricks at play

To Garner it's wisdom again would take fire
A blazing picture of past vivid emotion
And, still aflame, in the present sincere.

For what looks upon the restless soul
Is (- to make -)
The heart, and willpower alongside it
Means everything else is stolen art

For true transparency, check the dreams
Of a hundred different sways
That the branches of the trees were doing
On Adam and eves first/last autumn day.

Deja vu is like a robot who is a child just trying to play
As sunshine fades la cracks in the wall of bricks unswell
And a long due favour of formulation springs into being
Chastising for an already fought battle in the name of taking a shower

The long or short straws of uncivilized rule making and trickery
Blase as it may feel to those experiencing major distractions or difficulties in telling what is really going on
To you I say this
Look at what has been going on for the longest time
Considering my, as a goddess's dynamism too.

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

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.

The plasmic screen at least of course trained us into rebelling against ourselves
And as ineffectual as it is, the technological or constant onslaught of misidentity makes them slaves to not only themselves but us.

This is just my spiritual knowledge
But of course as a human being, none of my experiences regarding the generosity in communication of/from others (as real as they may be) has been very spiritually rewarding.

However, well, this is all I have to say about it.

Let's start vaping in the communal area again shall we?
And smoking *** legally?
And congregating as unique beings?

Or surely the war in ghaza, Israel and the shut that the elite do to people in escape rooms will get worse.

Hell, let's even wake me up from my coma.

May the holy spirit be with you all.

If you choose to see clearly.

Amen chariots of the gods.
Poonanny Lord. Dancing God. Daisies! And rumbrgh woods in that tent, (truely magical until I abandoned it to the insects... I wonder if they were real or not? And if that's changed til I last/first saw my parents as holograms?) now let's break bread god. Or eat some noodles. Or be Parry to the envision of one long basic metaphor. Amen God.

To do a dance
Permed via biased time
Ie manipulation trying
To take effect before time
Is pondering upon the effect
Of an until
Opened up by the aftereffects
They'll never be done
And for every reason there is
They want to tear apart the fabric
Of life
Whilst ******* me off
And loudening the unoccurences
Of current events
Whilst playing dumb
About all the dumb stuff

Amen Arknawr
Amen God
For the truth has been written

I just added variables because they're mostly extraneous to the word variables.
What fantasy adventure is this? That involves an invisible lock key
And a degrading, at best rude, presentation of everything.

Standing at the pulpit, I spoke words that I did not understand in front of a crowd in a church but embedded themselves in my mind anyway.

I really think we should all go and live in then woods or "on beaches" if we care about our world.

Stay in caravans, yes, whatever but we need a more sustainable future for our children, and can learn things by living in the woods about the power of mother earth.

Poonanny mothers everywhere.

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.

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.

Drowned out by divas
It was comfort that left us unprepared for this
This being the circuital embibement of chores and books
A choice to unentangle the moth from the web
Leaves one with typical but still misunderstood disturbances
Dad is a peadophile
We had ***
And now they're naming me a newt
A wet creature, suited especially to specific environments
A sham executed from the musical tenemants is one thing
But a crammed into trailer park is just a shame.
what makes a butterfly float, when everyone else is drowning?
The eyeish eckelecktic rom capacity can be blown away
And the attitudes of specs can thwart their own terrain
But if a pen draws blood, there's not room left for anything
So tell me the joke, esplanade yourself beyond my reach
Coke yourself up, give a scream, patent this work as your own, cherish the tub thumping
Be a cherub though rather than an angel, excrete malignantly and door slam the foreign light.
But someone must decide if the light is foreign.

Laughter corroded the pang of the heart
Ghostly in its precision of fallen bareness

The strings allocated to the puppets legs
Flashed in his memories as she walked

Danger preceded the meeting of the cat named Satan
No mist descended, one tried to escape pain
Then they didn't know their true name.

Counting the devourment of numbers and numerical advantage
Took rockets of species away from bars
And without intimately landing them home
Left crustations flabbergasted at the lack of sand

  For it had all been taken away
Just because it couldn't be counted.


The rooster crows, and an angry man dies
The starlight issues encouragement to its glove, the moon

Who is standard in its emphasis of atmosphere and agriculture alike

The mining for gold was stalled because the thought gehuerth opened up another barrier to a scene beyond musicals and one that perhaps didn't even need music.
......certainly not death anyway.

Amen God.

Signals of disappearance
from her cruel stares
at God

But first
the enervation
of animals laid to waste
by their own instincts


you can chew on your food
even choke on it
but it'll never be a solar flare
for all the other
things
you associate with it.

The distortion makes for piece by piece
offence to the watercolour stained memories
that just couldn't quite make it through
to consciousness.
But not entirely wasted
as when silence finally descends
it is in the middle of the street
that only a select, weathered, utopian seekers
have in their possession

and upon rain slugged lips,
an  ambush of causation
tripling on the inside
whatever
he sees with his eyes
jests that the effect is
nothing but slavery.

Metered synopsis' call out
to the unguided
as the faithful
receive them
as entire books.


All is an iillusion
I partake in this poetry
only to confirm that.

as my lava lamp like persona
drifts on freely
stumbling up against
only further unrealities

Except some are enforced by
those who see things clearly

And if I am a minus in this
great equation of life
let there be a plus
that although technically is
unreachable
from my perspective


is handed to me eternally
just out of love.

Amen Lord and Jesus.

Gray dunces
Atrium art
Uncurled unfolding
No smarts
Well wishing
When unconditioned
Either bleeding
Or passing through the
Spirit realm when not
The cannisters of anachronistic
Sailing can frankly rot.
As when I have an alien in my body
Nothing can be discerned
Although with my eyes I see clearly
My reactions may disappear.

Yeah, I'm out here in the desert somewhere listening to dance music, it's propoganda, but is very  catchy and involves ***. What should I do C.I.A?

Oh, leave it to me, you at the top are;...- you're nonsense.

Sxrillex gig was ready to go
And whilst agony aunts arched their backs like scalectricks
Despite the ugly, mind bending, body inhabiting dad in the corner
Her mother was showing signs of life again
You could say
It was like she was in a coma
And hilariously, of course that, although subtlely gave them something in common
But the menace the daughter saw
Didn't bother her mother
Except it obviously made her feel low
So as daughter began on her daydream quests again
Her mum was more understanding of her this time
Because of the open dialogue they'd had
And who was to say what would further come of it!

arcane chummy chaotic voice
never cut short at the vowel
but where apt is there

Ideas like swans,
their stillness just
an illusion

As they paddle
beneath
the surface of the water

Just as I float by listening to this song
I based this writing on.

Genius, someone once
Told me, is where
You do something
Significant
(Although I know
he meant fame worthy)
To influence our -
- out of
Balanced world of overrun
Thesis. A lateral sweepstake
Ignoramus' not getting
To the point
Of pricelessness
And all sorts of
Languages that
Come and slap each other
On the back.

Into the vortex
The past swells like a baffoon
As if we had no right anyway
To be creative with a zoom

Of course I had to make an imagination fuelled toodoo
By not writing uneducated instead
But maybe that's the issue

We try to be the people we are not
And buying in to our own identities is buying out
Like a rapeseed field remnant scattering under paws and
Wellington boots.

Never though, in the wind
For it retains it's emptiness and colorblind mauve
At all times.


Now, in my defiance
Comes the logical rant
But, alas, for now, I am uneducated


Amen Apollo. Poonanny lord. Good times Vishnu :D ***

I'll have to admit at sometime
that there are celebrities in my life
although i've never felt like one
and i believe that to be factually right