the 5th day of sunbathing
oh how ****** Tiering it was
living within family stomp
with the judgment of religion
people
that pray
live until the end
until nothing
yet
Most People Around The World
90 percent
live for nothing
I am going to wake up tomorrow and go to the beach
I will sit there without a care
Sun Myself
eat fresh food
*** in a toilet
swim in the sea
do the breast stroke
laze around
on a deck chair

drank water
from my tap
get off I said
do not take my mind
the past belongs to you
not I

a song so beautiful
that my eyes closed at the sound
infact my whole body closed down
it
the
voice
voices
was
so beautiful

Love the bread in my hand
Love the food too
Love the time walked
or thought
Love more
And loved
All

I need time out
with a breath that breaths
this place I have found
as quiet
with it's guarantee
but if
there is no silence it does not matter
it will still wake me up from the bones
so picking away
every step
with the breath of life
faked and roasted
one million eyes blink
the rest are
obliterated
same story
again
as all things change
but do not

booth
the touch of a shoulder arm
on the hand
war planes
sinking bombs
on the touch
kids naked in the street
crying
mamma blown up
her touch on my hand
in the photograph booth

ya know; christmas and birthdays; valentines day or mothers
all stood in a room
without eyes looking at other eyes
only thoughts from the brain
with a hard lined smile from the woman in the kitchen
poking the meat
and bringing out smelly potatoes
laid out
as they stand
in this room
without coffins
craining their necks
like crooked screeching crows

about the vicious
*******
it is not me to blame
*******
you are to blame
take your **** out of my face
your smelly neck and ear hairs
****** arms
pinning me down

for millions
is a grave that
were not able to pay
for
and that is why
there are millions without

and the ***** lays limp
long lost
to take out the mother
is her
slap the face
and kick the ribs
as **** rises
and sits on the ground  
stirring self bits
to ****
with a wanking hand
hands
hundreds of decades of *****
Rule
With a *******

is dying
he is an It
in this modern age
It has a bed to rest in
it has, and, is sick of people
as Lucifer sits by his bed
kneeling with sorrow
sorrow for all but not for god
god did not ask for sorrow
Lucifer kissed its feet
this showing thing
talking war and the world
as people have used
to justify their own
not ignorance but
killing in its name
It
hates you
It has nothing to do with Your name Jesus
as you use the name
and reep bad seeds
without love
****** up lyers
money making idiots
brain washing children

there  are lots of other things going on
like
other arses sat on A bench
eating apple pie
or cherry pie with whipped cream
ground black coffee
handed with a well informed framed glove
and
the pickling of green tomatoes
smashed into the face of want to go futher
like a lot of it
the lot of it
Sitting on a ****** bench
paying for it oooowwwww
toooooooooo
malled into my brain the sadness

to accept ******
to accept people that weep
to accept that terrorism
leads this way
oh it does
And it has become that weeping is the way that we look
through a teaful eye
no matter what brain the eyes came from

it should be mt
not MT
ya know the word is never bigger than the mountain
but what the hell
Climbing up this MT Ainos
I suddenly realised
it wasn't that bad at all
nothing like climbing MT Everest
is mount everest a resting place?

has become a terrible item
it is full of small metal benches
and some kind of structure
the kind that lets the rain soak all to the skin
drowning rats

you are supposed to be my
heavy weight
that sinks me down
looking at bubbles
in a diving mask
you leave me there
alone

when the storms
throw
me
and they do
and when
I get it
and when I ignore
as a Woman
with stones that blister my head
as in pain
I say
*******

I ripped it away
away from society
away from crows
the human crow
that walks and takes
From the people that
tried to care
but made me feel shame
Ya will never make Me feel ashamed again
Mark My Words

I look from the window; and could happily spit on the brains walking by

who looks up to the stars
to take time out
just for a few hours
and the  
Woman
that is *****
who looks up to the stars to take time out
just for a few hours
while her Children
get Face ******
Oh Yes
this Is Happening Today
in 2017
By Men in Government
Men Everywhere

for every generation
Loop Holes
for the past and the present
Loop Holy Holes
this future
Loopity Loop Round The Bend
ya all will encounter

There is no such thing
But it is a brain medecine
used by all in power
to
abuse

I see them all in the street
Or the land
the ones that have had it all taken away from them
The ones that believe *******
And the ones that have been fed *******
With the suffer and die cap worn upon their heads
Squeezing hope from a tooth paste tube
is nothing
I see them all on the street
Knocked Down
they sit
and die

of writing
is liberated
ya can seeey wot ever ya yo wont
You Want
coz nigh end ta it
ma hands hold high to Hello Poetry

if a person feels free
and has been thinking;
using their own mind
to navigate through life
it will be laughed at
by the sheep of the beings
the ones that slave away
for ever
living in the pretence that life will
Not get better
but hope
like  sheep
they will at least have grass to eat

father I have sinned
I stole a loaf of bread from the bakery
to feed me
but it did not feed me
there are no vitamins in bread
but lying down my family
with the iphone
lapping up nonsence
and father
you have sinned
with all the lies
listened to

people waving around
stood catching a gold fish
or zoomed up on a ride
their eyes
dead
like looking
into the past
joining in the bumper car bump
bumping around
the smiled fake faces
catapulted into now

to all those that taught me
to the ones
and for all
that stood like adults but stooped like bent and unwatered flowers
and watered themselves
turing into weeds
f off to all that shook their head to my destiny
I know that mine is better than yours
all
sorry about that
not really
And to all those
the mummy and the daddy
F Off

a non forgotten thing
of remeberance
and it scares to the bone of such sights
and  every day is another photograph

or not show
as the brothal of auschwitz
turned off the lights

Women from all areas of the auschwitz camp
were rounded up
and told to perform
*** acts to the prisoners of the camp
oh and
in return
they would be given better food to eat
but locked up in nothing more than a metal cell
for years
Theses women
were not prostitutes
and they did not choose to reside in a brothel
or work from
these women were human trafficked
slaves to the ones that put the money in the pocket
and also the slaves to the ones that ****** Them
and by the way
Prositutes Get Paid

ya know
when an elbow shoves another
the one that says shut up
sits and crumbles in the eye
falls like a horses hind legs
looks like the killer
ya know
like a peeled potato
ya shoved me
out
you shut up
speak and sit upon the chair
with your nightmares
hanging your throat
belly rubs from family
you shirt fillers cold ones that never sleep like ***** eals alive in the cave
ya shoved me
but ya did not

there is nothing one can do about it
it is inbuilt
yet it is insulted
ignored
robbed and
laughed upon
like the whole people of this world

the eyes from every mind
are alone
from the human to the parasite
no difference
all eyes see
even the parasites I think
defo the fly
and all eyes Are alone

the cause of all
causes
on
this planet
it is now
Money locks
everyone
hand cuffed persons
cuffed together in a billion long mile
some feet dragging rich
some dragging poor
and some
rat feet under the door
Money locks
only money
2017
living in a steam train of it all
watching the scenery die
within others eyes
some feet rich
some feet poor
and some
rat feet under the door