The reason we did not meet

on the way down is because,

for everyone else it was their

destination, but for me, rock

bottom was my provenance,

and its impossible to escape

or exit, due to having a sign

stating Ein Bahn Strasse and

it terminated in a cul-de-sac.

WASP's without a Queen
  lose their sting, worker
     bee's become drones,
    then there's no honey
      so the hive swarms
      because there is no
     nectar pollen or wax
      and that is the end
        of the genus apis
         colonial empire.


Good riddance to UK/US

Let's throw BRICS at them.

In my sleep, I’m being told, fight or take flight
My Amygdala, by day, is now also at night
It must be bad dreams
Though I never hear screams
But I wake, as though I have taken fright

BRICS   (makes)  US  E  LESS

Show Me Your Company.

Does it not strike you, as

rather odd that America’s

only middle east friend is

everybody else’s enemy!

Vanishing point is an ocular
illusion where rails mimic a
meeting but the rendezvous
of a meandering stream and
an ancient animal trail is not
a manufactured convergence.

Enveloped between this dyad
is an oasis of greenery which
hosts and sustains an array of
nature’s creatures, whilst, at its
end Brook House consummates
this topographical Cornucopia.

I am anti cement and nails,

both of which should never

appear above ground, nails

are for coffins and cement

is for piles and foundations.

There were no screws when

INRI Jesus was attached to

the cross at Calvary by the

Roman governor Pilate who

was also known as the nail

Pontius which he took from

the local carpenters tool box.