The warming flare of fleetwood flame
hollow steps in silken sand

misty eyes in typhoon rage self-same
lyrics left without the band

days go when times past slid unclaimed
as voices danced with charms

serendipity broke seasons to mortal maim
harvest eves sees dry lands

yuletide chimes greeting feelings unnamed
cold comfort farm chants

dusk whispers and winter winds blow untamed
warmth is a toss of chances

snow blankets vista proffers holding iciness in blame
thus is the epoch of trances

the harmony of kind hearts pales and in tempest wains
in blizzards snow the robins sits on branches

If the highlight of your musing is that
i am suitably unimpressed
and what's interesting is
I already know there's nothing
interesting about you

I'll say it again loud and clear
I said
"look at you Chris, you and your family
common cheap house burglars
you go around stealing, too useless and lazy to work
you're scroungers, none of you have ever done a day's honest work
you come to us always borrowing, money, food, sugar even bread
you pay nothing back
then you start trying to blackmail us
give us money, we know you have rich parents
you are nothing but a bunch of ***** crooks
look at you, its morning and you're already drunk, you stink
you're white, in your country, you have more opportunities than me
yet all you can make of yourselves are burglars and extortionists
you're shameless, a disgrace
how can you break into us, you neighbours house
after all we've given to you, you truly have no shame, you're scums
I will make sure the neighbourhood knows all about you
since you and your family move in there's been so much burglaries
you hubby and son, only fifteen are always in and out of jail
i am going to organize a petition to get you removed from here
you godforsaken family of troublemakers and thieves"

White faced and trembling
she said
" Character assassination, public humiliation, we're going to ruin your life"

Guys, go read about gang stalkers and what they do

Stalk me, harass me, taunt me torment me, hound me, troll me
sabotage everything I do, ruin my relationships, defame me to all
isolate me, threaten me, terrorize me, frame me, disrespect me
label me, **** my dogs, steal my cars twice, gaslight me, erase me,
void me, cancel me, do all the street theatre-ing you like

You thought I would run like most would,
you thought I would have been driven mad like most would have
you thought I would have taken my life like some would

No, thieves thrive on bullying and terrorizing people
I have deserved contempt for you and all in your control
I am not afraid of contemptible thieving scums
I have nothing but contempt for all of you and all you've done
I am not your victim....I am the one you fear.....

If I don't do as the Pirates ordered
God knows what they may do to me
you know my situation
i told you about my status
you know its not done willingly
its just basic fear and survival
their contrived world speaks for them
we have to pretend we understand
their ninety seconds leave great traumas
their escapism is in gangs
the morons say they are pirates
they are buc caneering
so let them pay all our bills
we can mock behind close doors

They are blaming Mark Zuckerberg
social media have gone mad and toxic
the trolls have gone loco and rampant
but its not Mark's fault
for if you give mediocre(s)
opportunities they will always abuse
they are never worthwhile for attention
never been cool talented or relevant
mama too busy
papa too busy
let society raise the generation X
no depth no sense
lost in virtual reality and Car theft Auto
food unlimited
hyped up on energy pops
little minds do little things
additives and chemicals E14 PZ what
ravaging their bodies and minds
breeding tall coward spineless children
craving attention and hating those
who excel or seem to live more complete lives
in their negative worthless beings
the easiest thing to do is attack attack attack
while they hide away like the good self-loathing
mediocre insignificant troubled unfulfilled cowards
they are
its nothing to do with Mark Zuckerberg
he's just a smart brilliant billionaire



Some people have so little going on in their lives, they would rather discuss yours.

People who project negativity typically have low self-esteem. They feel badly about themselves, and their negativity is simply a reflection of those feelings

Yesterday I wrote an anti-elitist poem
it was ******* as I'm not an elite
then I wrote an anti-rich poem
it was ******* as I am not rich
so I wrote an anti-gifted and clever minds
it was also ******* as I'm neither of these
so I write an anti-privileged poem
it was ******* for I'm a working class person
then I wrote an anti-monarchist poem
it was ******* as I am not a royal
so I wrote an anti-black-well-to-do poem
it was ******* as I'm not black and privileged
so I took a left turn
and wrote a poem about me and my world
so I wrote about hate envy jealousy divisiveness
I wrote about poverty, lack of ambition, stealing
fighting vandalism thuggery bullying intimidating
harassment, lying, conning people, and taking all
I can get from the State, making ******* babies and
being an anti-social, disruptive mindless buffoon
the poem was brilliant, I was home and dry
I am very good at anti-myself poems
I can put my heart and soul out of that

Without any substance
the artificially inflated nobodies
are guzzling carbonated red solidarity fuels
reeking combustible emissions of gaseous vapid ether
I conduct the process and drain their energy
fetid nobodies bred as work horses
used to daily grinds and toils
they know their place
producing effluent
that lacks substance
never privy to the bigger picture
just juiced up low scales on empty
just like their minds and their lives
give diversions to drain their energy
the release valves of tanked up parodies
our modern day souped-up clogs and nuts
always reeved up and ready to sputter gunk

With little self esteems
third class mentalities are belligerent ravers
as predictable as the rains in monsoon
easy they are to bite the baits
for bodies minds and psyches
are wanton and always famished
underprivileged is a pain never lanced
so fight on
fight on
you have nothing to lose
and you own little
in self esteems

Hubble bubble
stir and mix
rake it up
and dish the dirt
ain't no buyer in regal flair
the wise know the spell
that kills it all
one word
'CONTRIVED'
deliberately created rather than arising
naturally or spontaneously
your drama is
from the crisis in your heads
your drama is
from the crisis in your minds
your drama is
from the crisis of your incompleteness
and pitifully all these
ain't
'CONTRIVED'

From the mouths of babes
spew the tantrums of arias in concertos
as opined Conductors weave axes to grind

from the eyes of worms
presents the vista of dirt and mud soiled
tis seasons of launders to bleach to blanch

from the jaws of snakes
reeks venomous hot beverages
the lackeys and kitchen maids are stirring

from the scribbles of mites
juxtapositions of witless myths in rancour
seers of guesses *** projections from foggy minds

From the new age prophets
chalks chalking in bile and regurgitate acid
frustrated agitators malaise in refluxed tensions

hear now dulcet voices
cancerous choristers singing sopranos
gangland anthems to satiate the paleness ignoble  
tailors a 'la Emperor's new coat wear the cloaks of contempt

I respect myself
so I am respectful and do respectable things
it is beneath my dignity to steal
I have never knocked on any doors to borrow sugar
much less money
I have never returned to my door rolling drunk nor
do you see me hanging round street corners
no woman can accuse me of lewd or improper behaviour
neither can I ever be seen coming out of a brothel
when I could I adequately earned my keep
and paid taxes like all those eligible
so anything negatives you say or do to me
is merely a glaring indication
of how little you respect yourselves

The entrepreneurs of the Casinos sits in luxuries
reeking in the readies
be it not for them to judge
if the mugs want to gamble who are we to talk

The talentless Wasters join inadequate and retards
hiding in rampages
be it not for them to judge
the proclivities of moronism are attestations to status

The innocent sits in truth amid thieves and mudslingers
conscience untroubled
be it not for who to judge
virtue is its own reward and vengeance is of the Almighty

The fools will sizzle and cavort in foolish this and that
legacies of mindlessness
be it not for them to judge
Talk sense to a fool and he calls you foolish for blinds sees not
Wisdom cannot be imparted
be it not for me to judge
The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinions.

Thinkers know souls do not live in ivories
hollow husks vacuous and cold
carrying echoes of timed passages in plasma
dense of spirit it intrudes pointedly
glossed in armed menace shimmering forebodingly
despoilers in sharpened abstractions
lifeless  albeit to dig dirt route attack and lock horns
but for the graces of its distinguished hosts
in which ivories bask in reflected glory
the soulless tusks now deemed worthy as objects cherished
yet they are nowt but dead shells

We but pity the sellers of discontents
the stragglers from the lowlands
in fertilised inadequacy and talentless soil
carrying in lame hands glossed dirt of twisted minds
reeking unhappiness in distorted parcels they hawk envy baskets
stirring broths of miseries made from handed down family recipes
cooked on brimstones in hate kitchens they seek buyers
see the hot gloom they rustle up in doom
for sale at cost price or free
all they want is to share their miseries

The stunning arrogance of certified heathens
amuses no end
now had the vaingloriously ignoramus
been any good at anchorage
they would have wondered why
did he tell our Mata Hari about the 'unforgiven Preacher'
knowing fully well words get around

Lets take you all back in time
for the story began a lot while back
when eyes and mind saw Mrs Islamil come parading in view with a bevy of nubile young maidens
in enticing poses they stood in plain sight
and so it came to mind
Mrs Islamil of the temple was in her ***** head
displaying lures and bait
in hope eyes and mind will come running for conversion
and a sage laments would a pure holy heart think as Mrs Islami
that is not the true way of our Maker

Then Mr Islamil rolls along
a tamed toy boy alongside filled with zealot zeal
the eyes and mind shuddered and dared not think
only feeling the recoiling sick feelings in his stomach
a demon in sister was to address Mr Islamil of his sins perchance
eyes and mind knew fro yonks the pretenders who blindside
and carry books to read false verses

Mrs Islamil want a fool and a story
for rocking up again she held a hand a bit too long
then it was I will be here like fool will come running
eyes and mind gave the key go do your wont for that's not me
and the sage said is this what holies do to be unreal and deceiving

Mr Islamil said I meet my friend weekly over a glass of wine
eyes and mind thinks please go meet said friend
for real sincere and genuine is the sort I will call a friend
the sage said such patronising insincerity from a man of no God
yet he stands and address others
these are dark people with dark minds where truth never wakes

So when doors remain closed and wary soul go alone
its because not all are fooled by wolves in sheep clothing
Mata Hari carries a message not of anchorage
forgiveness is from God not from or by man or eyes and mind
the sage says put hypocrites and hypocrite together
and watch them make a meal in Anchorage and dine in mirages
for a sage truly knows that The True God sees all what
Mr and Mrs Islamil think is hidden and none can serve God and Satan
No anchoring haunts but rather a beam shines a bright Light
and lots more now see the evil intents of those you would not have
thought so.........

You're literally pouring gasoline on the fire!
Why?...........

By The Ordained Order of Divine Providence
as codified in The Divine Rights Article 001
originated and ratified by The Omnipotent Divine Creator
in Final and Absolute Terms

I do hereby declare as a Bona Fide Prince
attested and accredited as stated above
that both my regal head and mind has Divine Diplomatic Immunity
from any Let or Hindrance, harm or assaults or any injurious designs
by common cheap insidious miscreants and reprobates either pale or
dark.
By Divine Ordination it has been codified and Divinely sanctioned that no Evil or any of its rabid festering infernal associates will ever have any power or jurisdiction over this Regal Prince

It is recognized that the denounced and condemned forces of Evil will
try, as its their wont to attack the Anointed, even the Son of The Divine Creator was tested, they failed as they always do, for they have been vanquished from the beginning of Time and so it will always be.

It is noted that miscreants, slave Traders and hapless minions are
as always agitated and in anodyne insurgency, histrionic with envy and seared by the Light, brilliance, wisdom and sublimity of the Prince. The Rejects of Armageddon will always stew in their pains and miseries and their heinous recourse is destruction, mischief-making reprehensible harbinger of sorrow and darkness. But, from them its comes and to them it returns via the same darkness that consumes them.

I am a Bona Fide Prince
By The Ordained Order of Divine Providence
as codified in The Divine Rights Article 001

Its like watching my uneducated servant
from the village
saying he was going to teach Shakespeare's
works to me
I am an Honours English graduate
my servant has never been to school
who has lost it here
and urgently needs mental tuning and rehabilitation
but we know the afflicted always lack
insight
and are always fixated on things imagined

In the passage of windless howls
oh how they gnash and growl
but tell us do tell
how in this village of serrated onyxes
where soap less barbarians in levis
heave Caesar's Standard
as invaders earn lucre and run markets
and moors with swords
cut stylised groves to joyous maidens screams
thus in this insulated island
with insulated minds and fantasied zealots
tell us do tell us
how barbarians can get into our head
would it be the wisdom of fools with clouded visions
or the acid tones of Eves in hock to ten serpents and a cobra
or the might of the eunuchs
who leaves all the heavy lifting to tan and brown
or the great pretenders who talk the talk but runs from walking
the walk
or perchance the stealth of the trickster with the book of tricks
in large prints on flood-lit billboards
in our village of wonder-less unmentionables
and onyxes lamentable with ignorance regrettable
tell us, do tell us please
how such as these
could get into our laudable head
do skunks and voles drink champagne from Chrystal flutes
tell us please do tell us

Pigs squeaking is hogwash
the pains of going from mud puddles
to bacon
the little pinkie curl and that's not the tail
chipolata isn't that of superman
and ******* come from pigs brains
Pigs squeaking is hogwash
honking honking
squealing squealing till bacon time

Is proliferated hogwash
only the preserve of inferior souls
does inadequacy confer
eloquences of insensibilities to the
underprivileged hordes
is ignorance the bliss that allows
cracked minds to dream
in nonsensical beds while self loving
or should we perchance
accept that greatness and excellence
in sublime grace and refinement
poses enormous and beguiling
challenges to lessers'
and in benevolent spirit condone
that envy is a dangerous thing
and solely the domain
of hapless diminished warriors
in magnified puppetry
strings operated duds in anodyne moves
shadow vapid dancers
contextualized to the ******* bins

They've been stealing forever
whether nations or the McCarffetys of East London
and their posse of lowlifes
So who's surprised they know all the tricks
to hide their guilt and shame
their twisted single story turns tables
the mobs are called in for brute force of numbers
they've been taking with impunity for ages
killing maiming crippling and lying from west to east
north and south
voiding and cancelling and rewriting history
but they have been rumbled
for the earth has began her vengeance
for all they are doing
and their children are going to pay
today tomorrow and in the future
the sky is no longer white
their smoke screen of wilful destruction
has penetrated the ozone layers
but watch them still lying
as always in denial



https://youtu.be/DaHT8MfCzDI

So my wise healthy wholesome Happiness
was waylaid by
errant useless thieves
the disgruntled never-do-well
the professional Offend Finders
some gang of frustrated *******
a heap of useful idiots
some scared people who are coerced
a whole bunch of prime fools
and a battalion of discontents
with some english rednecks
You they said to my happiness
Mr Happiness
we are going to destroy you
unfortunately
my Happiness does not understand
the language of Craziness and Narcissists
always smiling he said to me
these funny lots here are somewhat interesting
when you're bored
but sad to say
they are all off their rockers
with loads of personal issues to deal with
I know was the reply
but lets not laugh at the afflicted
OK, I'm not laughing but they still say I am smug
they are in perpetual delusions and as batty as a belfry
maybe we should laugh cause I find it all hilarious
says my indomitable  wise healthy wholesome Happiness

Tanked on coffee tea and ******
Prozac and Seroxat in daily rounds
all team players in the mating game
as done down West side
at White City ground
for love is a political affair in their rule
highest bidder gets the star player
for at least five years two years option
come learn the tactics
see the state of play
they weaponize love into a war zone
men are from Mars women from Venus
forget real emotions
what is commitment
oh! in love, yah! whatever that means
I don't even know me much less you
ain't it just a contract
with a release clause
Madonna says we are emotionally stunted
what does she knows but men with big *****
what do you mean real honest emotions
there's pints and footie
there's vibratos and toys
there's the drunken fumble on Saturday nights
listen its a whole new ball game these days
we've got highest divorce rate
most of our men like other men
we hate real men who know what and who they are
and you know what
our lying Politicians have taught the women to hate them too
we don't have the maturity
for real honest relationships
why should those that do be allowed to show us up and be happy
for us, love is a battle field like football where you pass around
score and make *******
its all tactics, dribble. pass, score and move on to the next game
don't talk to me about real honest sweet sincere emotions
its not even like we have big *****

Truly.........
the charisma
beguiles and challenges them
truly the sublime force is too irresistible
in attraction and confusion they fake faux condemnation
and in awe the artificialities of superficiality offers sanguine solace
as dim counterfeit pundits give counterfeit commentaries
for who dares say this is one like no other
when to be real is a crime per se
wow! that charisma
truly..........


Truly..........
his charisma
exceedingly shades all others
no one and nothing compares we know
God threw the mould away after making him
cry me a river and build that bridge over troubled waters
for a David walks head and shoulder above most
in truth we see his light but lie we must
when passion voltage overwhelms
its ebb is the afterglow
we live to die
truly.........

Hood gangsters and loony thugs
stalking for pittance
chasing bravados of the lame brains
pedestrian warriors
of alleys dissecting solidarity of morsels
franchising anodyne flairs
dopes of all seasons and red beasts beasting
mental stalking per psyche
my mind a freeway for rogues and imbeciles
to marsh trundle and vandalise
dimwits see tarmac chevrons and sign posts
I know side trails
made by years of natures sweep and nurtured tends
yet hidden in plain sight
he who knows the guiles of the hunter also knows the ruses
of that in crosshair
the spiritless ghosts and their entourage of goons and miscreants
are nullified on hallow grounds
my spirit is always victorious as the spawns of Cain loose themselves
in mirages and quicksand
shambling tripping messing missing falling and failing over and over
the tragedy of criminals fools and simpletons

From close range I have seen the drips and drabs
seen the wet slow thinking incapable sods
semblance of humans in vacuous shells
always needy of directions and aids
like gun dogs bred on pointing
for self-thinking is not theirs
sheep of our times and age
vituperous dummies
rolling dice to see
drunk on fears
sap ignorant
from morn
till dusk
do tell us
for we know not
how near are them
social litters to finesse
do mindlessness know reasons
when reasoning abhors mindlessness
as ******* strews paths they call au naturel
you can take them out of gutters to flats and houses
but its nigh unknown to educate the gutters out of them
for blockheads  and simple minds are locked in toxic affairs
scums who call their betters scums is what they do so very proudly

The epic surmised from narrow minds
tattles to tales reimagined in chaliced ivy
beholden in paupers angsts berating edifice
warping sinful sorrows as libation for gains

yet the might of the vapid
is but the windless thunder
roaring vacuums of malice

Carrying the wreckages of the disrepute souls
scatter thoughts from forsaken living ghosts
now birthing labour pains of arid gestations
with garrulous intent to bleed the living light

galleries of primed paltry awaits
snake charmers dance with snakes
choristers liars sing arias and jive

Plotlines in timelines in Showtime in no time
the music played but only to he not a stranger
what never got off stage has no legs to run
ask me not to the after party am not in the cast

...........................

The epic surmised from narrow minds
tattles to tales reimagined in chaliced ivy
beholden in paupers angsts berating edifice
warping sinful sorrows as libation for gains
yet the might of the vapid
is but the windless thunder
roaring vacuums of malice
carrying the wreckages of the disrepute souls
scatter thoughts from forsaken living ghosts
now birthing labour pains of arid gestations
with garrulous intent to bleed the living light
galleries of primed paltry awaits
snake charmers dance with snakes
choristers liars sing arias and jive
plotlines in timelines in Showtime in no time
the music played but only to he not a stranger
what never got off stage has no legs to run
ask me not to the after party am not in the cast
...........................

It was a wasn't to what was wasn't
it's a isn't to what is isn't
isn't it a wasn't to what isn't
or an isn't to wasn't that wasn't
in crimson malaise wasn't isn't
so isn't wasn't even cannot be
so just do as you're told
we are your leaders
isn't the plan
clear enough

why see in morn the eve of dawn
hearing ricochets
in the sounds of music
crystals rings reverberates in call
to adorn worthy lips
in hedges and furrows
ants burrow in dirt for warmth
little things dining on littler things
in the passing of seasons
earth never rebuffs the quiet spin
it knows the morns and vespers
and calls mist a friend

Let's play word association
you say 'doubts'
I say 'nonsense'
you say 'confusion'
I say ' in your ignorant minds'
you say ' check'
I say 'too late, I was born ready'
you say 'nihilism'
I say 'go burn the Central Bank'
you say 'lonely'
I say 'that's a state of mind for an intellect'
you say 'war'
I say 'haha, first world problems, go travel
see the world and see people who beg money from
beggars and mothers who sell their children to live,
then come talk to me about war and revolution after
your bacon butties and cup of strong tea two sugars
You say 'control'
I say 'you have been under control from the day you
were born, as was your father and your father's father,
the joke is you appear not to be aware of this'
you say 'Royalty'
I say 'its got to be somebody, its a lottery after-all'
you say 'void'
I say 'most of you are on minimum wages, fetch carry
or on Benefits counting pennies, you're already voided
even if you haven't begun, I got off my *** and became the man you envy enough to cancel, so void at my level is a privilege.
You say 'depression'
I say 'I'm not the one hungrily and busily trying to inflect miseries
and suffering on another human being'
You say '*****'
I say 'I say 'send your washed mama, sister or aunties round and
they'll inform you or ask Lyndilou.  
and what do you say
when I say
A well rounded Princely man with all the princely attributes
wise, intelligent, charming, kind, sagacious, engaging, brave
courageous, versatile stoic, considerate, honourable and solid.
Bet you go red in the face, heart and mind....hahaha

Listen to the news today
a possible future leader of a political party
calls members of the ruling opposition '****'
This is the language of modern politics
this is the future world
we want our children to grow in
where hate lives
and then we complain
that school kids now carry knives
and over twenty dead this year so far
this is the world
we want politicians to make better
but they are busy calling each other scums

Come what may
what ever life throws at me
whichever however whatever
I know
I will never suffer the shame disgrace
and humiliation
of breaking into my next door neighbours' house
to steal from them
some issues contravenes both natural and common law
that is one of them
the sun does not rise in the west and sets in the east
whatever the neon of labour determines
fundamentally wrong is never fundamentally right
some westerners do see the rising sun in china
where equality and freedom abounds
and its public execution for thieves
thank God we offer thieves
Solidarity in the west
and help them to bully
their victims
power to the people

In your dreams.....

The slave Traders now write poetry
to the nobility
that ram their chains up their *******
and told them
what to do with their evolved plantations
tis the age of woke
dear chums
slave traders are rigid with quotas and diversity
irrelevant et frustrated
what to do but hide and take up sonnets and poetry
tormented by the spectre
the horrifying  incredulous  and agonising nightmare
of the black nobility
resplendent in shining wit grace and splendour in their midst
oh! hear the pillocks squirm and cry
'quick hide and write a poem for this is psyche warfare to boot haha!'

Those in compos mentis
with full charge of gumption
clearly see the sheer absurdity
not to mention
the resounding ridicule
that he confirmed as the cancelled
quite adequately lives better than them
brightened in sagacious flair
head and shoulders above
dapper solid principled and versatile  
the renaissance man of sublime grace
concedes to goons their inheritance of buffoonery
why slink low to dine with fleas
only the mangy dogs have that birth right
for when mad men dance in the town square
its because they hear the music the sane are deaf to
so those in compos mentis
sees the fool that writes the logic of fools
whilst in disdainful contempt they pity
the resounding absurdities of the absurds'

"A fool will learn nothing from a wise man,
but a wise man will learn a lot from a fool"

You've all got blood on your hands
you were all at that latter day crucifixion
hailing yourselves gods of no mercy
no rhyme or reason needed
other than racist hate and envy
turning an innocent man into a villain
besmirching the one with love that gave
destroying the eyes of visionary
damming a fountain of joy and light
preaching scripts of defamation and slander
waxing lyrical to hide your guilt and shame
the Son of God has risen in pristine Glory
the son of man and God will always rise
You've all got blood on your hands
you will need the Man you crucified on Mount Calvary
to wash them clean
I leave you all in His Divine Hands

Sniping quiver
hyperbole staggers
perfunctory disparages prowl
and the semi demi's cut loose
infinite creativities intricately excavated
deemed voids filling voids
lingua finesse is recycled heartbreak
according to John Doe's offspring's
intelligence is at a premium
intellectual property rights is impermissible
in scorched-earth principles
no life is as we should see it
copy rights to all and everything
belongs
to the Atlantic Traders and their children
and children's' children
to be toasted
in London Gin and Sour

I have always known who and what I am
I will always know who and what I am
I am unapologetically me
the one who knows
exactly
who and what he is
That is me
ME

Tis all their pre-occupation
its all my amusement
I carry no malice to satiate any angst
no cadaver hidden in a closet
neither have I covert my neighbours chattels
so it can be no less your preoccupied minds
with preoccupied angst and preoccupied malaise
all of which I am indisposed to entertain
accept my non-acceptance
I have no time for charades
but I will be amused
by the pantomime
sorry about your preoccupations

**** or no ****
I am still better than you
anytime any day
in fact I am so better than you
that you will write poetry
about me
but you
well you're just ****
no one thinks
you are important

The barrow boys accolade
and the ladettes accolades
low-downs in down low
they can pull the wool
over the sheep's eyes
and **** them
at the same
time

they say
its their
nature

you can
take the
thieves
out of
Borstal
but you
cannot
take
Borstal
out of
the thieves