my mother in
law is texting
me
polyamarous
Islam
i feel that
and the hair
i am faith
to the full
Morocco...
the tumn;e@
yu,b;e

y


ti,n;e

tumble

             sure... the Arch Lords:
say...
blasck Triangle:
the Black Triangle
the White Arch...
Rainbow:
you want me
getting all *******
Color Blind:
her the Bicycles and Horses
right!
i'll get you to play the clutch!
Yah!
Yah!
Yah!

         the ******* mentioning love for?
Iron Maiden concert until tomorrow!
***** fathers
like little sisters
half brothers
i just want love as Tyranny:
i think the emblem of the Ares
opf Jesus...
old Sherphred...
but the cowboy
i think we need milk
and air
b ut i think i feel
we need milk
and *****
some pub and talking in public:
the informal the king
and queen
the informal:
we
the transgender they
we all plural
hey sense:
Alexander: you come or you go?
the tired eyes i think
you asre alright to smoke a joint
in the open in an open
wrong flag
smoke a a MAry and a Jesus

this head tilting
feminism-
-agism
the lateral part
of horizontal
upsa

           at treat
all my worshippers
like cattle

A rabbit hopped through the forest, grazing upon the grass when a venomous snake appeared nearby. "Come with me, little rabbit," he hissed, "You will never have to graze again or wander the forest in fear, I will protect you."

The rabbit looked at the snake, unsure of his words. "I've heard stories of you and how you **** my brethren, what you speak is not true!"

"Do not judge me by my brethren's actions, I am different from the othersss, I will not harm you" the snake's tongue flicked wildly as it slithered closer to the rabbit. Her heart beat faster, something inside her telling her to not go near the snake, but the prospect of safety too tempting to pass up.  

The rabbit hesitated before moving closer to the snake, but a bear rumbled "Stop, little rabbit, the stories you have heard are truth, you know it's truth too. Do not let him draw you in like he did your fallen kin" the bear points to the grass near the snake's tail. When the rabbit looked, she noticed a tuft of fur  wafting in the breeze. The snake hissed

"Simply a tuft in the grass that could have come from anywhere!" his body wriggled in frustration.
The rabbit noticed this and backed away
"Notice how he becomes impatient the more this conversation goes on. " the bear pointed out, "Why do you think this is?"

"I simply wish for my new friends safety! The longer we talk, the longer your safety is unsecured!" The snakes tongue flicked as his patience grew thinner.

The rabbit stepped back further, her breath unsteady. She glanced at the tuft of fur again, then at the bear, whose eyes held no flicker of deceit, only concern and strength.

Despite the rabbit's fear and the bears wisdom, the rabbit moved towards the snake. As she did, she could see his den nearby and looked deeper into it.
The closer she got, the clearer the den and inside the den became.

The snake followed her closely as the bear quietly growled. Before she stepped inside, she saw something in the den. A curved white object came into her view, it jutted out of the ground, splintered, drawing her eyes in as if it was a final warning of the snake's true intentions.

The rabbit backed away from the den, "What is that poking out of the ground?" She asked. The snakes tounge flicked through the air, but he had no answer. The rabbit feared the worst, turned towards the bear and ran to him.

"Where do you think you're going?" The snake hissed, the rabbit had no response as her legs moved for her. The snake struck at her and grabbed a tuft of fur, the rabbit narrowly escaping.

She hid under the bear as the snake sputtered and coughed. "You insolent fool!” the snake hissed. “My trust is destroyed because of you!”

The rabbit, catching her breath beneath the bear’s warm fur, stared him down.

“You’re wrong. I escaped your lies and your maw. You don’t lose trust when someone runs from your bite—you lose control.”

The snake reeled at her words, his coils twisting in rage. With a final hiss, he slithered away into the brush, eyes already scanning for another easy heart to devour.

The bear curled protectively around the rabbit, his breath slow and steady.

“I’m so glad you’re safe,” he murmured. “I feared losing you.”

The rabbit nuzzled into his fur, her body trembling with release. The forest, once thick with deception, now felt quiet. And for the first time, she felt safe.

it was the scent of a wet cigarette
behind my ear
that spurred me on
and solipsism
and i thought about Marc
the Gypsy
and i thought about coffee
and waiting for the day's
worth a coffin
and then the vicar
that asked for
and didn't ask for food
to remain
in the household
and i have almost 5 godmothers
on the wink wink
but the cat tasting the air
and the rain and the scent
of trees that bear fruit
i might try to ask you:
tow me into a history the framing
of this place:
that is:
that was:
i am London:
Govinda
that didn't travel to
the Arctic or Antarctica...
...............................

i drink and smoke to"excess"
after a 17h strain
of a shift
i think of grandfather and father in
metallurgy
then my grandfather retired
and my father the roofer
and i the security guard:
      the shrapnel from feeding
the five thousand!
concept
no album...
songs in between
Israel's Son
Silverchair...              you tripping?
i'm tripping....

o really wanted i
so little i that littlest oh
and O is circle
and I is pin-point
in phi and theta...
Serb... i'll ask a... Serb!
or an Albanian
before the Lying Greek and Jew...

almost times of the arrival of the New Testament
like the printing press
i mean the arrival of the new testament....
and the old was kept by the "four":
i might ask but
but the arch speaks for itself:
the Hell the Democracy:
but you can be a charismatic leader for so long:
maybe i can do more
with a niqab on the crucifix...
the phantom to body
was to be married...

sorry that Muhkammad
was married to this mother...
like i am...
don't worry: when you don't ask.

just the explosion of thought
like my hands
is tugged
i don't recognise:
i don't remember her:
Edie:
Ilona
Promis
Helen
Eva
Hilary...
            Melanie and Reyla
i think
when women asked me
to get back into the workforce
and mothers
asked me to drive them around
so get a license
oh honey honey honey
i could be your lifeguard...
honey...

like you back from work...
and people think you're a security
guard
but you come back from
work
your drink
and get high
and your mind explodes
and it's like the antithesis
of the asylum
and you're a poet pro bono
and lawyer
pro bono
against philosophers
journalists and Wembley
wanted so much love of
what Tottenham was getting
they drafted me in as Quadrant...
and i was supposed to make
Wembley feel special again...
because i made the Cockrelle special more...
because i worked
with Africans and that's just Carysle:
and that sort of quasi prison
quasi army
security industry mentality...
like if we were truly desperate
there's this bandwidth... of "thinking"...

i wanted the same transcendental time at work
as i have been for the past
potato and days
at Tottenham Hotspur
but i wanted that at Wembley
and i got it today
i was the Bleen and the Grue
and the traffic lights were in place
sort of
sort of
i got the joke i saw
Hell and Democracy march
and the Sikh Elder fear
at the balloons and clowns
of western nihilism
and this stretches far beyond me
i can read a snippet of
Anti-Oedipus and couple it with Nietzsche
like a snap of my fingers
and i know the measure 35cl
i mean so much ******* was smuggled into
the Guns N Royces Rolls
i forgot the flowers
i'm amping for evidence
when i pass my driving license:
yeah:
that's the labyrinth and the complex
face of face off face if i had
a face
but i don't have a face
i mean: black men can't grow beards?
that's that Asia joke about ****** hair
because we are the Barbarians and the Asians
can't...
you want a beggie veggie sausage:
Wembley can feel quiet
like home after 17h on your feet
or doing the bare ******* human
minimal bearable against the personal
ok
ok
our lives are ******
but then i think about people smuggling
and visiting brothels and talking to
prostitutes
about chess
i mean:
it's all nice on the fore
but under the neath
it's all nice on the fore
but under the neath
i will be seeing Iron Maiden and buying
a ******* t-shirt
i was at DC3 with Chris
the only Quadrant
at first i said: flip us a coin
in the end i suckered:
but i was asked to:
so Christ managed to get a lift
because AJ lives in Romford:
Harold Hill...
i think we can call it the otherwise: Army...

i think i think
of the Christian Halo
and the Jewish Kippah:
i mean:
if you're going to sleep in
the garden in open air
but it's England so impossible mission
two days
i think we are planning
WE are
planning a Great Surprise for Islam
and the Hindus are Mad
they want to start a war with Iran
my little Africa:
i am Aryan
the Pole who defeated the Second Teutons

oh...
i'll feel at home at Wembley...
when i'm outside the staidum:
pre-paid afrtifacts
artisan i was talking to managemenet
managment
managing
#ugh
dyslexia
i actually did my index and middle
left and right
to indicate #
number
i said: number
like Auschwitz:
i said:           what's your #?
did i ******* ask for your name:
i asked for the names of the supervisors
i was getting the feelz for gross energy
not a spider or a fly or a cat but
a culimnination of all in the frog...
and thinking about trees...

and there: hung above them:
the ego and sword of Democles...
while at the same time
the scythe: not the sickle
of simple question but
rather the question of Socrates
?           ?!
Socratic-Democles...
i maybe forgot his name
from this fraction of Europe:
a New Russia
a New China
and maybe... maybe a New India:
but sooner a New Africa in my vision for
the world
while India secretly feels sorry for Arabia
and how the Indian people feel sorry
for the Arabs
and how they adopted monotheism
and how the Indians fear us
Europeans because we were
given intellectual vigor to combat the spread
of christianity
with the paganism of the vikings
and the lithuanians
there are two Europes to be told:
the Lithuanians arrived at our lands of the feld
of the bread and butter of Poland
and Ukraine:
they came from the forest
deep ****
and there are the English:
the celtic
post-roman anglo-saxons
and the vikings:
so we invited more jockeys
Ask for Keys
from St Peter
your eyes are aflame...
i asked the Huns the Mongolos
and the Sarmatians to come over...

ARBEIT MACHT FREI:
the sacrosanct of the commandment
you will work:
and that bilingual supposed schizophrenic
cipher against the trans lobby
i just thought about the flag
it's wrong
you got the flag wrong
the black pyramid
Lutheran labyrinth of the Igloo and
Goliath met Led Zeppeling
Prism
Luberic Kuberic
i think...
the outer ******* should be white!
you got the concept of sight and colour all wong wok!
you buff guys are idiot!
the pupil at the centre
and your... hmm... proper names:
pink blue brown...

    this.... must be a French virus....
i think about the Hale and Tottenham
and that stand-out world:
gynocentric:
no.... but close enough gentrification:
the class of the gentry
which is the ancient world
for communism and bad measures
of parenthood and ownership to faults...

i found India so pro Islam to the point
of how Europeans think of Christianity
like masochism
sadism
like how the Germans tested the Jews
and i'm getting remains of slaugfhterhauses
and security of crowds:
i have a theory:
because there's the wider context
of Africa and Asia:
how did the Europeans escape the squabbles of
Africa and Asia concerning Europe?
didn't the Europeans:
conquer North America and South America
mostly the North:
so the mix became Africa-America-Asia:
the AAA
  of the debate concerning the vampire zombie
hunters
and be hunted...

      but we wanted to escape:
and when escaping to the moon wasn't enough:
you served us the palette of president
catholic:
and you gave us an Polish a German a South American
a North American pope:
like president eternal:
i like the rigid framework of the lifespan of authority...

Grey clouds crack open, weeping angels,
rain cascades, a liquid broom
washing earth's filth and sin.
The smell? Enigmatic—spring's embodiment,
summer evening's bold scent.
Drops like strings, smacking,
a hundred clapping hands under a faucet.
The wind keeps pace, whooshing,
shaking excess from leaves.
Tires glide on wet slick,
cars pass like crashing waves.

Peaceful, serene, innocent, refreshing.
Cold strings, exploding like macro water grenades,
rejuvenate skin.
A wonder to stare at, always.
Whether three, experiencing first cognizance,
or thirty-one, marveling.
Rain, a majestic measure of universal peace
in a world of chaos and noise.
Chaotic itself, like a jazz band drumming,
wind wailing past windows—
yet so serene.

Still, rain brings annoyance.
Bones ache, joints lock and creak,
and a youthful strut turns rusty tin-man waltz.
But its mysticism deafens pain
and frees the mind to fly.
Clarity, a rare enigma,
tickles skin raises arm hairs,
kisses lips with reality,
appearing ****, flirting with prismatic curves—
often ignored, and unnoticed.
Euphoria is splendidly remiss.

So easy to catalog memories,
reflect in life's mirror,
and determine what needs changing.
Everything changes with time.

Life, a garden.
We inherit seeds of knowledge,
plant interesting parts.
Love and sadness water, shine on plants
bearing flowers we call friends:
tulips, lilacs, dangerous roses.
Unique: blue, orange, red, white, pink.
Some sweet, some foul.
Each one is unique.
Flowers grow wild and wilt on vines.
Some aren't flowers, but weeds,
diseasing what they touch, like death.
Covered in insects, eroding beauty.
As a gardener, you decide:
anarchic disarray?
Or grab shears, and prune ugliness.
Friends who matter won't let your soul wilt.
Yes, rainfall brings such clarity.

But clarity's bubbles are superficial.
Easily burst, window closing, smog reconfiguring.
A bowling ball rolls across the sky and strikes pins—
a lucky strike.
Tree branches of light shoots extend,
lasts a second, and seems slower.
Adrenaline rushes, heart pounds like a drum.
Seconds pass, another strike, another flash.
A storm had come...
and it would pass.