All the ***** minds
all the ***** rotten scoundrels
all the murky foul tricks
all the crazies loonies and crackpots
all the chavs and mindless morons
all the snivelling lily-livered cowards
and all the frightened coerced unwashed
could not frustrate one SINGLE man
or drive him insane
or even effect his admission into hospital due to a breakdown
or even at the very least cause a slit wrist as a cry for help
so please
lets call on Clark Kent
we need Superman
and if Superman is too busy dealing with covid
will someone please ask Mr Putin and President Xi Jinping of China
to please send us
The Red Army

Everything you say will be taken down
and will be used against you
but in what context
as a philosopher
a poet
a man of letters
a visionary trail-blazer
a pious disciple
and a lover extraordinaire
with the most humorous repartee
who knows his dichotomy from his intransigencies
and his antithesis from prevalent proclivities
but it is known that
Nothing is foolproof to sufficiently talented fools
who say knowledge is power
yet lack the power of understanding
yeah...
Everything you say will be taken down
and will be used against you

And its blah blah blah from him
from a blah blah blah mind
to a blah blah blah audience
in a  blah blah blah reality

winter is coming
tell me a tale with no words
and sing that melody bereft of tunes
who holds the blistering winds in winters inglorious strife
and seeks the harvest of fishes from a steaming geyser
in the whispering shanties of the glassy icy ones
heralds in laboured vapours and clattering teeth
winter is coming
in blanched visions and snow blindness
the gutless bulk up in layers of falsehood skins
and the mead is ripe and the nights are furlongs long
follow the crimson trail to find the primal hue of Nature
the letting and the offering calms the savage beasts
in alpine minds they all opine
winter is coming

Its nice to be balanced and intelligent
one does not demean and ridicule oneself
in idle pursuits or engaging in pointless endeavours
and perhaps more importantly one has no inferiority complex
that needs daily compensating in distraction projections and venting
the height reached was not attained by sudden flight it was earned
in honest endeavours and a well tendered and nourished mind
not filled with the bitter bile of blinding ignorance
nor wasted and shamed by cowardly acts
or spoilt and gutted by envy of talent

Messrs Thimbles et Karens
are we too simple to know the difference
between the home-grown hommies
who you mark
from day one and scoop out their brains
leaving them as the dog beside the gramophone
listening to their Traders voices
stabbing and killing each-others as Traders plant and sow seeds
to divide, destabilize, disorganize and rule
this here ain't no home-grown
not bred to sit by your distorted archaic disreputable gramophones to jive to the ranting nonsenses of nonsensically wet Frosties
my ancestors rule towns
my siblings are men and women of letters with laurels
I was born in a free Nation
and wrapped in loving velvet
I was raised proper and I do proper things properly
I am not one of the tools variety
thimbles and Karens are tools who handle other tools
what's there about them not already known
what's there to overthink






As guest editor on BBC Radio 4's Today programme, Sterling sat down to talk with Three Lions boss Southgate.

Asked by his manager what advice he would have said to himself when he was 19, the 27-year-old said: "Come off social media, don't read anything about yourself.

"When I first came into the team, I was getting man of the matches.

"It was all nice - I was playing for England and really excited about that stuff.


"And then one thing happens and it's constant bad, bad, negative, negative.

"When you're putting this information into your brain, there's only way you're going to react.
"You're going to feel down about yourself, you're going to start overthinking. The one thing you don't want your brain to do as a human being - not just a footballer - is to overthink.

"I'd say stay away from looking at anything in regards to myself."

Sterling, Danny Rose and Callum Hudson-Odoi were racially abused by Montenegro fans in March 2019.

Please do not disturb the Slave Traders'
fantasy diversionary delusion
they have a virtual arranged marriage
to toss into the mix
buffet available at the local Chinese Restaurant
you can bring your mums along
and make sure all your men wear their dog collars and leash
and keep them under firm control
we don't want them go chasing cats
in stupid elementary simplistic undignified moves

anybody fancy an immature brainwashed pawn freshly landed
my auntie is looking for a date

There's more depth
than see .... want
there's more sense
than read .... assimilate
there's more logic
than know .... react
there's more balance
than spin .... swing
there are reality and truths
there is right and wrong
there's the innocence of the blameless
against
the slander and deceits
of Thieves
there are guilty thieving criminal
without scruples
hell bent on silencing  an innocent party
establishing their nefarious picking grounds
and ruling through fear intimidation and harassment
an innocent man stands in moral courage and decency
time will stand still.....truth never dies.....truth never dies

The mirth's of the four seasons

the inglorious choruses of discontents from malcontents

craving attention and dying for reactions

some go with crossbow to **** the Queen

while some sit in ***** lives scripting shotguns and takedowns

from the unhinged to the ridiculous

carrying ready-made woes from self manufactured dysfunctions

in the drudgeries of nowhere alleys

and the choking pickings of easy street dystopia

the answers fans in neon lights

blame it all on twin sets and blue rinse

blame it all on Goldberg's and Steinberg's

blame it all on ermine and coronets

tis the tale of lost and stolen minds kept in the dark

leaving them panting with desires

stoked rubbed fingered and heat up to fevered pitch

they are moist and hooked begging for release

craving attention and dying for reactions

The mirth's of the four seasons
the inglorious choruses of discontents from malcontents
craving attention and dying for reactions
some go with crossbow to **** the Queen
while some sit in ***** lives scripting shotguns and takedowns
from the unhinged to the ridiculous
carrying ready-made woes from self manufactured dysfunctions
in the drudgeries of nowhere alleys
and the choking pickings of easy street dystopia
the answers fans in neon lights
blame it all on twin sets and blue rinse
blame it all on Goldberg's and Steinberg's
blame it all on ermine and coronets
tis the tale of lost and stolen minds kept in the dark
leaving them panting with desires
stoked rubbed fingered and heat up to fevered pitch
they are moist and hooked begging for release
craving attention and dying for reactions

Hey! look
there are the strings
just dangle and pull them
that's simple enough

what do you mean
the puppet is not moving
what do you mean you're pulling and pulling
and the puppet is not working

look any fool
can pull strings
you must be super stupid
if you can't work a puppet

what do you mean doubts
what's doubtful about working a puppet
the only doubt here
is if you have any brains at all

next thing
you'd probably tell me
the puppet is mocking you
yeah! go on pull the other leg
its got bells on it

God save me
some people are just born morons
there there don't cry
just keep on jerking on the strings
you're a **** anyway  
bla haha haha

Blowing in the w/c....
If for a second your opining's matters
there are but to yourselves
for do the skies gaze wistfully for shelter
when the sun heats up a storm
ubiquitous minds grazing in echo chambers
but to hear their resounding dins
for in emptiness volume is the usurpers finding homes
and log fires for burdened nonentities
in markets of the unknowns words are cheapest cargoes
raining prodigiously from raw fevered minds
there're trillions of stars in the universe of here and everywhere
but most are too dim to be noticed or viewed
orators talk words but who guarantees that words don't talk orators
here's chin-chin to the unhinged in the gutters of cheap speech

they don't wish its Christmas every day
they cannot afford the liquors
that blunts their angsts and leaves them
in habitual ignorant stupor
whilst satiating their wounds and pains
and temporarily curtailing
their hysterical venting and dutiful frustrations
they sure do not wish its Christmas every day
without hate blaming and delinquencies
what else for mediocre to do

So much so
made and bred
to live by bread alone
they even cash in food for thoughts
for nothing but breads alone
its their demeaning inherent hunger
for its their bread alone they live by
the doughnuts especially
the irony is not lost
its in the missing
bits

Now, here's the thing
so you already know that pill is bitter
so don't place it on your tongue
and then drink to swallow it
that just leaves its bitter taste on your tongue
what you do is
first sip the drink and pool it in your mouth
then pop in the bitter pill
and swallow as quick as you can
the pill goes down leaving no after taste
no memory no presence on your tongue or mind
no concept of bitterness to haunt you
you hear its name or even see the pill a million times
no bitter memory is triggered
for from the get go
you had been wise with how you deal with bitter pills
and when you see or hear about that pill
its just a pill like any other pill
it moves you in no way
it has no power to haunt your emotions
your taste or distaste

They are the essences
of all the verbs in their vocabularies
for when you so lack soul and spirit
that is all you know

So the hi-jacking of the unionized Dum Dum Chavs
became a fish-bone stuck in cheap teas drenched throats
and their asinine anchors broke and sunk without trace
and their demoralizing dirges become the jokes of the day
and their taunts and tormenting parades the idiocy of fools
and their street theatres demonstrates how stupidity works
and their seed planting shows inferiors are seeded to be inferiors
for they cannot read the lay of the land much less understand
the theories of germination
and our soft cell cowards and nounces in snowflakes rags
hide in their caves of Omni shambles with their small penises' mates
red faced and supremely useless
crying revolutionary song ' they have been overcome '
all these not in a Banana Republic but in the mother of democracy
and we laugh and laugh and laugh
this is the tale of the maladroits' maladjusted and mala-nothings
hahaha hahaha hahaha

the contemptible ideologues of woes
dreg their contrived dramas
using their cracked porcelain figurines
please handle with care
its not Wedgewood fine porcelain china
that graced the table of
William Wedgwood Benn, 1st Viscount Stansgate
who sadly passed away
before the crackpots could cancel him as he's of noble birth
he left millions behind
for his children but he's not greedy because whites are not greedy
privilege inheritance and hereditary peerage
are all okay and no cancellation harassment intimidation required
they are white and blue blood in Red
we make the rules ok!

And thou all shalt interpret
as it assuage thee in thine grotto of malice
and drinketh to thine fill
from the disenchanted poisonous chalice
for in recreant disgrace
wherein hangs duplicitous tongues like trellis
therein wanton haze
restless guilt garrottes and nips as tight bodice
tis the strident words
stillbirth woes of maddened wenches laying with lice
in grieved consort
with less men and half serfs from hamlets giddy with lies
miseries doth begs company
and the perpetual winter of drone minds crazes drones hives
And thou all shalt interpret

when life experiences and references
are from base level
they tend to reflect floored opinions
and lowdown characteristics
all so asinine and pedestrian
tripping journeys of the journey men

the jaywalkers marching in struggles
alley cats with litter minds
weather-beaten vacuous fluffy drones
bred montages of desperation and rancour
in trysts and twists with ill choices galore
stomping pavements stepping on all the cracks

and their inroad wisdom drifts airily
from the wrong side of the tracks
the wits from shebeen and trailer parks
the mourning sounds of the underground
waves of flotsams in windswept gales
venting for attention in their sidewalk lives

what does it all tell us but their cries
and that  theirs is the road less travelled
where the catcher in the rye finds no paths
and its all to many wall street and yellow brick roads
picking from their flaws and cast chains
the grapes of wrath



©

Oh! stop wittering and get on with it
or get back into your Robin Reliant
and spend your lifetime dreaming of becoming a millionaire
some of us don't have to dream
and while you're here
you may consider getting a car with four wheels
or is it easier to steal three wheels

Just because you're as cool as a cucumber
doesn't mean we can't heat you up
just because you are so effing self possessed
doesn't mean we can't destabilize you
just because you're so highly intelligent and smart
doesn't mean we can't dumb you down
just because you're so blooming self-assured
doesn't mean we can't undermine you
just because you're so decent and charismatic
doesn't mean we can't smear you
the whole point dear Mr Shining Potentate
is to overwhelm you
make you feel every ******* body is against you
we want to wear you down
chip away at you
exhaust you mentally and psychologically
put negative stuff in your head
demoralize you and isolate
let you down and disappoint you at every turn
make you feel worthless and small
OK I get the drift
but when you can bring me Dolly Payton
yes, I like a bit of **** older
when you can bring me Nicki Minaj
wow talk about hot hottie
when you can bring me that Chopra whatever
we're talking Eastern promise here
when you can bring me Aleasha Dixon and Maya Jama
Now listen, all these ladies must all come together
and be ready able and absolutely willing
when you can do this
then all your 'just because' this and 'doesn't mean we can't'
is mere pipe dreams and low grade zero delusions
we mock such as you all
do you honestly think Prince Andrew is losing any sleep
has he lost weight or going around looking drawn and worried
go figure

Its all out and documented
opened out in chapters and verses
had brains been sane
and proper schooling attained
with no jealousies clogging veins
perhaps if they can read
and comprehend
they will know the tricks and treacheries
of the damaged Bolsheviks
sweeping from their septic wounds
and burning sores
have all been indexed and contexted
and all as always with  simple minds
always ritually betrayed by the arrogance of ignorance
the habitat portals of the  disingenuous
practise of fools
who do not have brains enough to be honest
western corruption in western banana republicans
what a funny haha joke
when the tar-getters are also the targets
hahaha hahaha hahaha

Oh! why am I such a 'one off'
neither Charles Andrew William or Harry
are like this
do you think its my passion and my big stick
must be
because those others are miles richer
yet I am the G O A T
I tell you something
let those witless unwashed  go get a guillotine
I'll help them ***** the ****** thing
I've got more than adequate tool
if you know what I mean

So
the great Personality changers
have become the great bores of Blighty
our dear undergrounders are now exposed tunnel drips
the psychedelics have psyched themselves into a trance
our useful idiots are as useless as idiots
the vigilantes are maintaining vigils in make believe skits
the projectionists are projecting projections in peculiarities only
known to themselves
our star actress has washed her hands off the shoot
and knows four hundred million pounds is being held unreturned
while her people starve owing to sanctions and blockades
at this ******* moment the pay master gives the orders
at this ******* moment in ******* time we have no ******* choice
the Religious pair are praying for salvation
they were in Rome doing as Romans do
from fears of guilt to fears of exposure to fears of being victimized  
to fears of being seen as the cowards and the nut jobs most are
they all rally in line
exchanging their inadequacies for acceptance
drinking red vinegar for wine
******* through their mouths
they have beliefs
if nothing else
but no one told them
psyche warfare against just one man was suppose to show case
their stupidity and waste their time so much

Because I refused to ***** Joan
and her one dress wild hair rank mother
because I said its not wise for a sixteen year old
to get pregnant
because I refused to pay extortion money to these crooks
and told them loud and clear to go get jobs
and stop thieving and scrounging welfare
and when because I would not pay extortion and they burgled me
I called them thieving scums and said I would tell all about them
they and their gangs
in murderous rage
labelled me a Tory
said I was a ****
a greedy parasite because my wife and I worked
its greedy to be decent law-abiding employed couple
they said I was a grass and a snitch
I was to be erased and destroyed
it is said
the good die young
I was barely thirty then
doing good and everything going good
I died happy for the values I enshrined
and my clone that lived still eschewed immoralities and wrong doings
and still upholds all the values and inspired qualities I have

From your ropes on the ropes
watch
how defeating yourselves defeats you
resplendent fears
brazen in pale bankrupted convicts united
unhidden in plain sight
the dregs of dreads
crawl in unison in the gutters of the unhinged
in targeted woes
and puerile franchise they consume their sorrows
in the craven
of the Ichabods' frothing a vendetta of selves loathing
in legacy pains acerbic angsts
they are the base ranting and raging and twisting and twirling
victims of their fears
shackled in the momentum of the embittered prodigal miniate finks
as they stew in rancour and hard labouring
the illuminating light they seek to douse still shines in blessed Grace

How poetic
that we can only see
up to the length of our noses
but the depth of field is near yet far
its filled with tainted imagination in hazed focus
and our pictures are as we want to see
but who stops to consider
picture has x-rayed you
your soul exposed
how poetic

Why set up a house of cards
and keep on insisting I have signed
a mortgage and bought it
scams come and go and delusions
are rife in some
but when you hire a gardener
and book internet access
I think its high time someone tells you
you require professional advice
and lots of appointments

The labourers are on the treadmills
all in the chain gangs
doing compulsory hard labour
all sweating obsessively
they are digging for the core
in hard-core
and stripping the vines
from grapevines
and of course
checking on
their mates
at the Animal Farm
its all for one and one for all
down at the olde Red Lions square
they're all hicks looking for hiccups
doing it all gangsters style
sorry that should be gangnam style

And they never learned
that familiarity breeds contempt
for if thy don't do
they have to face the contempt
they have for themselves
its the escapism that shields them
from themselves
for knowing they cannot reach far
they stop and dilly dally
and write tomes on dry grounds
over their foot prints
they are bystanders faking rhythm
and no rhymes

A Royal that talks back
now that's a phenomenon
that gets into your heads
and consumes your thoughts
why do they
always have to matter
when we don't
after all blue blood isn't blue

The emotions of intelligence is intelligent
that's why its called Emotional Intelligence
its not prone to the vagaries of woodcutters
and the pretentious and superficial don't have a clue
and don't even mention the lower grades
they
live of their prejudices and hate
and raw intimidation is their bread and pig fat
they call it drippings
and that's not because they are wet drips

The politics of Lies
meets Realism dancing in truth
it took offence to this
went on the warpath
and attacked Realism in truth viciously
battered shot and knifed and slandered
but realism in truth
hardly shrugged
I am the winner says the Politics of Lies
You are a blatant liar
replied Realism dancing in truth
look I am unmarked and still dancing in truth
Dance all you like says the Politics of Lies
I'll tell people you're dead and its your ghost they see
but they'll see you're a liar says Realism dancing in truth
they can't replied the Politics of Lies
you see
even before I attacked you
I've already told all the people
you don't exist...hahaha

I know you just a louse
belching gas
you know you are not important
neither are you a labourers hero
you are just a weak bully
eating sour grapes
which you probably
stole

The plague came
it was the Black plague
it killed millions of people
the loonies started a black plague
something to do with privilege and coronation
then the Corona covid virus came sweeping in all over
its killing millions
black white red yellow blue or neutral
men women children and anyone in-between
the loonies wanted a baptism of fire
I guess they now have more than they bargained for
no jobbing isolate social distancing bringing constant grief
well they've got it all in bucket loads for all
Black plague eh!
we should be careful when we spit in the wind
maybe we should call it the Red Plague
cause its making people see red
Xmass may be cancelled
sounds familiar to some
they are great at cancelling
who started the black plague
what do you mean its the loonies

Now
I would be intelligent enough
to know and take on board
that enough is known about him
to know conclusively
that such is not susceptible to doubts
or woolly headedness
or the petty insecurities of superficials'
its not like he a thief who robs his neighbours
or some gang-member betrothed to the dictates
of some Mob dons
or some useful idiots not confident enough to know better
or some weak characters easily coerced
or those with secrets straightjacketed into compliance
or the simple followers who go just follow or go with crowds
or the narcissists and psychos in constant needs of narc fixes
or the pathetic haters who hate to live
or the underachievers riddled with self-loathing
so the intelligent observers
will surely know that some people
are centred balanced and assured enough to know their own mind
and trust their own judgements and convictions
it appears though that there are these people
who cannot comprehend this
but then
how can the insecures' riddled with doubts and insecurities
even begin to contemplate this
they only have their own yardsticks to go by
its the way their cookie crumbles

Done lots and lots of wonderful things
then you see the insignificant things
that others do
and you wonder
why can they not do wonderful things
then you realize
most cannot do wonderful things
they just cannot
they are confined to being mediocre
average Joes
follow the crowd and do your little bit
I cannot blame them for being haters
perhaps if I wasn't me
I'll be like them too
but somehow I just know I can't be like them
try as I can I can't fathom that mind-set
maybe that's why
I am wonderful and can do wonderful things
and definitely not
an insecure under confident sully hater
that's to me
is what nightmares are made off
I guess that explains their selves loathing
and the hate and projections they do
poor people
it really can never be easy being them

Come make me laugh
at the visions of insolvent psychedelics
grossing their psyches as daleks
in automated delusions
they are hell bent on virtual extermination

Come make me laugh
at the surrealism of the profane artisans
the fingerless painters
dubbing satanic verses from their husks
to adorn the graffitis' in their vacant minds

Come make me laugh
and watch the ballet of lepers
at the Opera of amoebic revisionism
come hear the oratory of the pigs
now lit on neon lectern
blazing in the momentum of Animal Farm

Come laugh with me
at the zoology of Inhumane Kind
see the green eyed monsters
on the loose in weeping red hoods
and its payback time
for all our Colonies owe money to this fair isle
they have been greedy
in this green and pleasant land

I did say
Come make me laugh
at the visions of insolvent psychedelics
grossing their psyches as daleks
in automated delusions
'exterminate exterminate exterminate'

They do not go hungry
and have the best time
swimming from Eve to Adam
in westerly waves
the seconds fly in few seconds
never giving enough
to climb the clouds and jump
so they swim from Adam to Eve
for the rhythm of the ocean
bring fishes to feed
and
they have the best times
amongst the multitudes

There are lots of noughts in millions
lots of trees in acres
and winds will blow in gales
and thunder can roar in white skies
and labourers will do labour
and will always lean oh study trees
or find its shade to hide underneath
some things never change

Because I am important enough
and because I am worthy
I can demand their attention
take their time and efforts
and linger in their heads
I am indeed my father's son
both above and below
I am worthy
as born bred and is
Thank you Heavenly Father
thank you Daddy

Its the ways of the defectives
as sure as the missing neurons
and the gaps lost in transmissions
showing  its never all there with misspent minds
a further reach a considered musing
would have logically shown
if destabilizing seeds been potent or possibly effective
the choice is there to abandon ship
and bid goodbye to bad *******
as sanity avoids mine fields

dirges and woe betide
are for mourners and the sorrowful of souls
a regular haunt is a place fearlessly visited
rather like go for daily walks as in a park
to smell the roses
feed the birds
and enjoy nature in its rural seasonal wonders
occasional noticing the pungent whiff of decaying compost
or the dog's **** on a path
or the putrid frozen carcass of a robin now flightless
but nature has beauty and that's what you take

Is man not pleasure seeking pain avoiding
do sane humans lack the choice to avoid what repulses
do all actors read reviews
those sane enough to read
tell us
'its all tomorrows chips wrappers'
the ignorant think they mean something
the wise know they mean nothing

The creation of nonsense exists from the greed of stupidity....

So those gaga Unreals' now without plantations
languishing in economic and social straightjackets
have in neurotic wisdom decided
only acceptable black men must be those that struggle
and come from the struggle
if this is not the case
and this person has a true sense of his worth and identity
and Heavens forbid...a princely title
it should be realized that such person has not been
mentally subjugated revised and white-washed
so a war should be waged on the psyche of such person
to bring them in line with all others
its as simple as that and as you all know we are in charge
we may not have plantations anymore
but
We make the decisions.....Period!







https://youtu.be/t4UkgoTNkMg

Is Romesh Ranganathan not facing millions
does he not wear glasses
is he insecure about it
go think

you have to say something's
to bring home a point
you looking for what's not there
next its the teeth
like one is eight years old

we are complete in totality
you  are not

Seven thousand mile away
I studied Shakespeare by candlelight
due to long and constant power cut
yet I still made A1 grade in English Literature

My friends grew up in Shakespeare country
they have electricity twenty-four sevenRed
all they can write is diss poetry
and act as useful idiots for thieves and loonies
they tell me I am suffering
and cancelled
I say
“You starvelling, you eel-skin, you dried neat’s-tongue,
you bull’s-pizzle, you stock-fish
O for breath to utter what is like thee!-you tailor’s-yard,
you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck!”

“Your brain is as dry as the remainder biscuit after voyage.”

“Villain, I have done thy mother”

“Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell”

So we know why anarchists are dripping with envy and jealousy
about the man who read Shakespeare by candlelight
and yet bettered them all
so I say again

“You scullion! You rampallian! You fustilarian! I’ll tickle your catastrophe!”