Real Royals
just don't pay attention
to the Hoi polloi
go ask Prince Andrew
we don't do
Hoi polloi speak
I mean what does one
say to them
the many with the few
all mouth
no trousers

Oh' dear, I haven't let myself down
I never do actually
I have no insecurities to mask
never feel cowardly or inadequate
enough to become a useless bully

Dearie me,  I haven't let myself down
I'm not poor and disadvantaged
have no axe to grind about so called elitist
I'm not ignorant and durably dumb
full of ***** and deluded fantasies

Oh' dear, I haven't let myself down
not the loser keyboard warrior
fighting owned fears with envy and spite
wishing death and doom on those better
the professional troll looking to share miseries

Dearie me,  I haven't let myself down
harping about love knowing I don't even love me
living a fake life with a fake persona
raking toxicity from my negative poisoned mind
the deeply unhappy soul acting the masked poet

Oh' dear, I haven't let myself down
I never do actually
I just know love and embrace who I am
grateful, gifted, balanced, assured and learned
the type trolls & bullies hate for I get under their pathetic skins
and as when they come from down they can but stay down
to always let themselves down, its a way of life....

I have the gravitas and charisma to attract your attentions
you have the ignominy and distaste to be but insignificant
I have the integrity and balance to be worthy and sublime
you have the malaise insecurities and ignorance to be unstable
I have the intelligence surety and wisdom to be assured & confident
you are merely narcissistic despoilers in pain & angsts venting
I see inadequate talentless losers crying for notice and relevance
you see the glowing wholesome distinguished man you can never be
and that shames and disturb every fibre in your bodies invoking hate
hate hate hate hate plaguing and stirring you and your poor minds

they could never rule
they need unions to tell them
what to do
and the educated to show them
how to live
and money to speak for them
keeping things
simple for the simples is simple
sit have a cuppa
I will tell you how and what to do

Shadow all you like
cause some one else is shadowing
your brains
what are the puppets
who believe  they have no strings
does time stop
when wristwatches decides not to
keep the right time
who is to say which is more au fait
the singer or the song
shadow all you like for in backgrounds
stays the backwards
I am not begging borrowing or stealing

You sold your loyalty cheaply
to horse traders
they give you sour apple in return
now you are always hungry
but the fruit taste bitter in your soul

You sold your loyalty cheaply
to snake-oil merchants
they give you alchemist gold
with the glitter that fades
and leave markings on your skin

You sold your loyalty cheaply
to false prophets
they give kisses with forked tongues
and sermons made of lies
as they **** your blood for sacrifice

You sold yourself cheaply
to promises of the lowest bidders
who horse trades with the snake-oil merchants
who reads scriptures for the false prophets

They tell you
you have freedom and independence
curse your soul to tell you
you have been had, taken and sold
for your body tells
you are paying a heavy price

When they go all out
to pull you down
You know you have really made an impact

I am not what I own
I own what I am
I am not what I am called
I call what I am
I am not a title
I earn a title
my status does not define me
I define my status
in the truth knowledge and wisdom
of who I am
in the Grace Blessings and sublime Divinity
of The Higher Power

When you're being cute
always keep in mind there's
always some one cuter
as you test you're being tested
Cameroon did nothing of the sort
neither did the other one
you were fed a barium feed
to trace the who of the who
now go look up barium feed
and think a little more about
how I made you use yourselves
to outsmart yourselves
if you think you're being cute
there's always someone cuter
play straight I play straight
comme ci comme ça

Did I not win it good
is that not why you're *******
green with envy
as rubber plant rooted in cheap compost
looking at the refined radiance
of a bluest Sapphire Orchid in sublime bloom

I plucked a royal flush
a five star winning hand
while in the down low
your jealousy marries your hate and angsts
and you burn red in the face
like the garish red neon bulbs on a Dutch brothel door

only the broken knows
the different notes of broken
as the abused by providence find solace
in the self loathing they mask by pointing fingers
you can hide but what you are cannot
it was with you as the water broke for your birth

I told you so
not that long ago
told you that if the miscreants
do not have a vent to hate and rant at
like a visionary true I said they'll end up
murdering their parents

see what's happened now
the pale snow flake crumbled
lone parent mother called dysfunctional
he just an economic necessity
go do your thing and join the others
the vacuous being at large
it all got too much to take

the unreal world of white-washing
where lies are truths
distractions and divisive narratives abound
core-less spineless with wishy-washy programming
the inherent bloodless fuels our modern barbarians
give them gaming, give them hate
give them others to hate, give them them other to blame

or else one fine wet windy summer's day
they will turn on their mothers
or seek out absent fathers
and armed and loaded it will all spill out
and six lives will say a tragic farewell to our world
so we learn nothing like we always do
let's just find more to blame

its the elitists, its the capitalist
its the Royals, its the blacks, its the Asians
its the Tories', it not enough Welfare money
its the Black Prince who is a parasite
so drink hate from the four corners
and pick your venting release
please troll on and lash out in angst
but do not go **** your mothers
or some other innocent people

A thousand flightless messages
silken dressed and translucently disrobed
run akimbo down the gallows
fated to their demise in meaningless tombs
to show is to hide in haze
that the lady sings the blues from longings
perchance breezed promenades
and strolled two steps with the lounge lizards
who know Monte Carlo and Rainiers
and tales of high life and dinners at Saint-Tropez
my dear meet Monsieur Robespierre
and learn the way the mind moves with the winds
now a thousand flightless messages
sing the blues from pastel faces and unloved peasants
my visit was years and moons ago
my heart was somewhere else while my eyes saw seventies
do get over me it was never us and them

In those split seconds
the mask fell off
and
years of cultivated pretence
the façade of communion
the holier than thou
the genteel allusions of the gentiles
shattered like a porcelain  vase in a vestry
the mask fell off
and the demons that possessed the host
showed their real faces
devious sinister and religiously cunning
wearing camouflage as prim
and straight-backed as a Sunday school teacher
none but none would know
the hidden truth for demons move in mysterious guises
and wear their chosen hosts
in the most disingenuous styles for no one is safe but the chosen few
and so it came to pass
as I knew it would in this Principality of the Dark One
in this age of End Times
so on an evening never foreboding
in the Blessed omnipresence of My One and True God
in my abiding Light
in my gifted pious silence
the demons felt the Force of The Archangels surround
became overcome and grossly agitated
the mask fell off
banal screeches emitted
and they fled, pulling the disfigured host with them
out of the door
rebuked by the voiceless command of The Omnipotent
The Divine Incorruptible One and True God

There's one
not slanging bruv
then shoving a shank
into the so called bruv
there's one
not flinging it about
looking for the next pork
to dig into and dollop the sauce
there's one
not your hommie
at your majesty pleasure
counting down the days
to get out onlt to return again
there's one
that has no place
to know his place
cause you put him there
till he's needed at your beck
there's one
outta your league
knows more than you
put you in your shades
walks the walk and talk the talk
there's one
that's put you to shame
and shown your underbellies
the rotted decay you grandly
white-wash as you spill tar for tarmac
there's one
that's got under yer skin
put eggs on your faces
made you made as lucifers hell
driven you into satan's embrace for help
there's that one
that's eaten into your heads
haunts your dreams in daylight
invoke your hating minds and hearts
and laughs at the fallen playing the living

If its cut and dried
and all done
If is now written in stone
and set firmly
If you're sure its set in concrete
and buried deep
If you know the gates are firmly shut
and padlocked down
If the birds have flown the feathered nests
never to return
why then don the jester's tomfoolery heirloom
passed down along your lineage
tis well known far and near your heads always in the clouds
and thus forever pennies short of full shillings
from corners at the mead houses to your spots at the madhouses
you're known as them wretched mindless bullies
so your ranting's and double spewing are just bullies doing as bullies
the ill worthless antics of childlike village fools

Pro-active......contempt
pro-active......indifference
pro-active.­......derision
pro-active.......impact less
is the maths not pro-active begetting reaction
No
not when your tutors are teaching quasi-variables
in abstracts Bombastic-ism
and telling you Trigonometry is a concept in Applied Dichotomy
You easily know you are dealing with imbeciles with Honours in
Applied Stupidity from the University of Fantastical Delusions and
Illusions.

I am lucky
simple as
for take it to the bottom line
there will always be water in the spring
all else are the problems of all else's
aloneness is a state of mind
and anyways
what cost to host guests
isn't a whole lobster better than half
and as for canals
nothing speaks better
than greenbacks
if it comes to that
its lay back and think of readies
and the beauty of it all
the refined and positive mind
bearing none ill will
sees the desert
as another magnificent wonder
of God's creation
real enduring happiness comes from inside
the blessed mind knows God has a sense of humour
and laughter is all around
not a lot of people know that....

The chocolate brand dope
fizzes in piercing hurt
words had hit the raw nerves
the truth brought home
as the poltroon
he curses
projecting words so apt
as he owns them all
the dumb harlequin
who call the king a joke
find solace in lies
for the truth
has wounded the coward
a thorn in the limpid flesh
of a small thing

Dear creator
i really don't believe you exist
because if you do why are we so talentless
impoverished, bitter, damaged, sick and angry
why are we not privileged, titled clever and wealthy
any way, if you do
you may as well answer our prayers
please let us be even bigger cowards
than we were yesterday
please let us continue to be ignorant
for ignorance is bliss
please help us to be real bad haters
for that's all we are good at
please let us always stay hidden and faceless
for our inadequacies and shame are limitless
please help us learn more bullying tactics
for it kills us when we see those bright ones
that we know are miles better than us
and please help us attain more of the inferiority complexes
and self-loathing that ravages us
for we know we are not worthy, confident or self-assured
and are too frightened and cowardly
to be anything else but what we are.
please hear and grant our pleas
thank you creator

but one thing though
why do you think its fair
to make those balanced stable well-adjusted people
and then make us
poor loonies cowardly inadequate dim envious nit-wits
and you call yourself a good creator
all this is your fault, innit?

The Apex is the point
the stand-out signal that fronts
the beacon radiates in sizzling brilliance
cutting through usurping darkness in luminous strike
as Alfa carries the charisma and uniqueness of the foremost
in sublime royalty live the divine providence of the chosen few
and thus the hordes and commoners shall write myths and fables
mired in frantic obsessions borne of the envy of minds insignificants
the enchanted lure of basking in the reflected glory of one in a million

some are born great as some achieve greatness while some are known
to have greatness ****** on them deservingly or undeservingly
and as life and the vagaries of randomness sits in selection
very few are called to stand in the reverent Light of Zion
or case the enlightenment of the sages that see beyond
and then to cloak the gilded ermine of regal fleece
the colossus emerges who shines in pure grace
and commoners will rile in vengeful angst
puke trash talk and green bile in fury
for a paragon stands amidst
pale tall midgets and dogs
it is the way of things
the power of the
powerless
the sick
in pain

In that chamber of understanding

there are gift-wrapped boxes for everything

some things are sealed and padlocked away

till the Karmic Collector comes calling

the Collector misses nothing

and is renowned for expertise

at recycling and ethical disposals

in a Testament kind of highway where

tears fall as rain and lamentations pave the tarmac

on the journey to meet that which awaits

Please do not expect better from them
they are not cherished products of love
merely commercial enterprises
economic necessities
you see down at that level
without adequate means or qualifications
they are produced for State Family Benefits
one gets you a flat away from parents
and weekly payments till kid age five
two gets even bigger flat
and more time to stay watching daytime TV
do your sums and produce accordingly
and you don't have to work ever
and Social and free housing will
increase in proportion to size
Husband is not necessary apart from the deed
bring a husband or live in partner
you will lose more than half free State money
so what's the importance of husband or men
when it will cost you rather than enhance
so please understand their plight
no role models no discipline or values to shape
not much expected from them just get in line
and do as all the others do
till you can start your own cycle
of producing babies for money and rent-free accommodation
so please be aware that fertility is extremely important
when choosing partners as is age and grey hairs
and make sure they are not skinny
so when economic necessities talk and advise
please make sure you listen to them and take all they state
on board, they have no doubts about anything
they know all the doubts regarding life love and relationships

Action station, action station
quick, go get the Leaders of the Peoples Democratic
Republic of the small Penises
Quick, someone go get the Gangsters and the Red Loonies
we have found another Prince from the dark Continent
we have another operational Voiding and Cancellation to do
Hey! you all
we have discovered another parasite Elitist to drive paranoid
we have another head to **** up and do in
hurray we have another prince to bully and invalidate
get the Smearing campaign started
get the Gas lighting Posse on the move
get the harassment and hounding Unit in place
call out the Misinformation and Disinformation Section
summon the Character Assassination Squad
where are the Sabotage Unit
where are the Slanderers and Fabricators
where in heavens name are the Demonization Squad
call out the Resident Professional Trolls

Ah! here comes the Narcissistic Leaders
Hail Neon Loony Comrades Leaders, may the momentum be with you
we would like to report for obliteration our latest find
another Prince from the darkies parasiting away  
and we can tell immediately this ones weakness is white women
Permission to eradicate, sirs!
NO, No, No says the Leaders of small penises
And why not, the excited conscripts asked, red faced in surprise

Look can't you see, you dumb a'holes, look at your target
can't you see dumbos, we already have a half interest here.
we are about extracting their wealth, stealing from them.
this new target already belongs to us
one of our women had got his father, so indirectly any money
comes our way, that's another smart way we utilise
so this one has already been programmed to divert resources
So no revolution here, understand.

Now, go concentrate on the one we're dealing with
He's selfish and greedy, he wasn't ready to give money to white women
and they were offering it on a plate to him
Now that's a parasite, so he's the real enemy
Now go you lot, go roast that royal hog and bring home
the bacon!

Saw the bean pole and its roots
arguing outdoor with two oppressors
bean pole treated unfavourably
its on foreign soil doused in free milk
but reminded
its just another border crosser
from a rubber dinghy from Calias

Saw the bean pole housed
in nursery and greenhouse to propagate
now rooted anew its given nutrients
but it must do as ordered
for no matter what
its just another border crosser
from a rubber dinghy from Calias

Saw bean pole growing tendrils
leaves unfold green to catch sunshine
but now a puppet amongst others
who bend and shape at will
bean pole see that plant next to you
its taking your nutrients away
go block its sun
do as we say or else
just remember you're just another crosser
from a rubber dinghy from Calias

Bean pole will grow and bear fruits
on foreign soil there's milk and honey
but for as long as the sun shines
the chains and barbs will hold
bean pole is just a stick
carrying tendrils to grow the beans
eaten by those of the land
who to them will always be  
just another border crosser
from a rubber dinghy from Calias

Held tight in pale honeyed soft warmth
the voice said in breathless gasps
'you are amazing'
I replied dreamily
'surely you've walked this way
more than a thousand thousand times,
walk the talk and talk the walk,
you must have said same before'

an even tighter clasp engulfed my being
and a still trembling tremor rippled soft mass
'No, no, no I swear, never ever like this,
no were near, nooo way, not even close
and I should know, this is amazing, absolutely amazing'
came the voice
all this while still a prisoner held in a warm padded cell
burning slowly and basted with molasses that trickle of me

but I can't lie to myself, I have heard this before
been here a lot of times
and have danced to this music before, like no one was watching
and indeed no one was watching, even now
I have been held in truly joyous captive, so many many times
in quiet reverie I ponder, why am I thus gifted

then I consider the shortcomings of others
that demeaning compensatory antics of the lessers
the inane hostility and the bile of their inadequacies
the compulsion to destroy and deface that, that haunts them
that painful envy and jealousy that plagues the smalls
their need to attack, a defensive mechanism for the inferior
I rest in benign grace and remember countless voices
who have cried
'you are amazing, you are amazing, you are amazing'

haters do what haters do because they are not amazing!
'

Can't you do better than this
go search low and lowest
find the strongest poison go find Novichok
double concentrate and then add more
for what you have
is an ocean larger than the Atlantic
drop as much poison as you like
then add some more
for all your pollution is but a drip
that's diluted and rendered useless
never to take hold
or have any potency
to reach the depths or saturate the vastness
of the true purity of origins
but remember
in radioactive ways you carry poison
and have thus contaminated yourselves
and sooner or later in future nostalgias
you will reap the cancer
of your cancerous devilment
there are No Doubts about that

Our ancestors owned plantations
and had owned hundreds
they had ocean cruising vessels
and stocks and liveries
worth millions in city banks and safes
now we are reduced
shamed disgraced and humbled for
reds are not the new black
and fashion has changed from flouncy drills
to distressed pale genes
all stained threadbare torn raggedly and faded
like pages from old history books

Poor men of little means
mean nothing
for the limited will always be mean
when its plain
they have no means to having meanings
for a meaningful life
is means tested and without means
what's there but to be
poor and mean or mean and poor
same difference
same meaningless mean losers
venting in meaningless meanness
Poor pales of little means
in minds in pockets in thoughts and in deeds
the unending justifies the means
the cloying meanness justifies the meaninglessness
of having little means and green eyes

Culturally speaking
they're on a hiding to nothing
they are not even aware
that some are more
than the sums of their total parts

Its been the way of the hordes
spoon-fed and blind sided
unable to reason or see pros and cons
just do as all the others do
life's too short to debate or contemplate

Its been the way of the throngs
simple minds for simples
stay at base levels and do the basics
who needs refinement when
with a little help from friends you get by

Its been the way of the multitudes
from birth to herd mentality
regimented and programmed to do
we all live in a yellow subcave
only seeing or hearing what we want to

And so to ponder or debate issues
is to them to like to argue
reject mediocrity and refuse to settle for mundanely
court the erroneous label grumpy
in the numbing shades of collective ignorance
to excel comes as knowing everything
because in the stupor of the mindless ignorance is bliss

Evil won't touch me.......

Simple phantoms dug in deep
point guards behind mammy's skirts
rapid reload pens unleashing high velocity fantasies
armed to the teeth with high range delusions
and search and detonate crazed warheads
our paper tigers of the half men poltroons
are flexing pixels power in bullish form

Kingmakers of the Democratic Front
yesterday mingers posturing in dreams
knowledge is power especially when its pure falsehood
gainsay of corrupted lemmings is gospel facts
shadow punching with tripe's dud bullets
the kindergarten battle fronts of wankers
in recessive ******* blow backs of morons

Do real warriors fight in scripted tosh
or find power in fantastical knight moves
or wallow in stupendous stupidity of airy-fairy skirmishes
ah! its psyche psychological war declares dimwits
who knows as much bout psychology as cockroaches
welcome to the world of inadequates' seeking notice
the Peoples Democratic Republic of quick-firing little penises

That clever smart person
sailed with the wind
who's the fool who will bite
the hands that feeds them
know what side their bread is buttered on
and will play the part to Oscar level
its called being savvy
your first world problems
is a cash cow to the
I-know-them-too-well
lets humour them
they know not what is real
from what is unreal
we're all in this alone together mates
(silly dumb ***** te..he hahaha)

At age eleven
I was sitting with the older ones
as they discussed Plato and Aristotle
By twelve
I was driving my father around
and was also the class Prefect
by thirteen I was running business errands
for my mother
by fourteen I was leading a Scout Group
by fifteen I was a lead Debating star
by sixteen I was dating the prettiest girl
in the whole Girl's College
also a star pupil and the College lead singer
Now had I been
corralled in some skulduggery political
movement
preaching envy and resentment
propagating divisive immature politics
and instructing me how to sabotage
harass and hate
would I have learnt how to be
a confident intelligent and assured fellow
I was taught to aim high and be inspired
by those that shine and achieve
not to hate them and try to bring them down
very very few
run with the pack to become geniuses or respected leaders
though its quite alright
if you want to be leader of gangsters
Do your thing

Well pointless endeavours
are still endeavours after-all
especially if you have nothing better to do

The ignorance and piffling arrogance of populace
where a statute of an unknown martyr is installed
and they believe driving by this statute each day
haunts their memories and enters their consciousness
perhaps as the cornflakes they daily consumes
lingers emotionally in their thoughts and beings
The ignorance and piffling arrogance of populace
the sheep that go baa baa in monotonous baying
in the belief they are slaying Elvis' Heartbreak Hotel
Hit it one more time
Well, since my baby left me
Well, I found a new place to dwell
Well, it's down at the end of Lonely Street
At Heartbreak Hotel
Hahaha hahaha hahaha hahaha hahaha haha

So I'm anxious, am I
about being a one-off
with qualities to match
the type parents would be proud of
So I'm depressed, am I
for being so together
well equipped and wholesome
a man of all seasons second to none
So I'm unloved, am I
why then the million
deceits ploys and wiles
to keep love estranged to me
So I'm unhappy, am I
do I not see the countless blessings
that makes me worthy
of all your attentions
show me the Dwayne
that has capture all your imagination
and live in your minds
to such a degree
Do they not say life is a play written by idiots
full of sound and fury signifying nothing
Should I not be gladdened and privileged
that I am not
one of those idiots
Nothing but crimes and self-deceptions
is really good or bad
only thinking makes them so
how good is your thinking

Man from the Congo
cannot have it all
but has enough to do the job well
Karens from the trailers
cannot have it all
but should have enough sense
not to put the blame on me
bees flies for pollen
but the wasps are always buzzing
never at peace with the world
a sting in the tail
but not much else where it matters
and in the fields
of men and mice
Karens swats wasps
and wants mahogany furniture
to lounge on in their sand castles
and forked tongues
quibble amongst themselves
installing distractions
and magic roundabouts
and the man from the Congo
says I do not have pikkins
but those that come when I leave
will one day own our world
the signs begins with me
I give it large

And who would have thought
that nice harmless fellow
will prove to be such a sharp thorn
in their vacuous brains
and oh how they toiled and fumed
and lament in indignities
prostrating their vices and swallowing
shame in bucket loads
the famed stiff upper lips now raucous
trembling in perplexities
off springs of empires and conquerors
of the seven oceans
now petty guttersnipes swinging handbags
in duels at dawn noon and morn
waddling in moral and ethical bankruptcies
shapelessly embarrassed
they hide in faceless guises shadow-boxing
and in dumb vituperations
they witter its terrorists and guerrilla warfare
oh, how have the mighty fallen
who would have thought a harmless decent man
could cut such a swathe
thru the cosmopolitan of the deadbeat agitators and
fulcrum criminal corruption and vices
who would have thought that good virtue is indeed
still its own rewards

And who would have thought
that harmless fellow
will prove to be such a sharp thorn
in their vacuous brains
and oh how they toiled and fumed
and lament in indignities
prostrating their vices and swallowing
shame in bucket loads
the famed stiff upper lips now raucous
trembling in perplexities
off springs of empires and conquerors
of the seven oceans
now petty guttersnipes swinging handbags
in duels at dawn noon and morn
waddling in moral and ethical bankruptcy
shapelessly embarrassed
they hide in faceless guises shadow-boxing
and in dumb vituperations
they witter its terrorist and guerrilla warfare
oh, how have the mighty fallen
who would have thought a harmless decent man
could cut such a swathe
thru the cosmopolitan of the deadbeat agitators and
fulcrum criminal corruption and vice
who would have thought that good virtue is indeed
still its own rewards

How can prestige and confidence
evolved from true endeavours
sublime in wit and wisdom
forged in intelligence
upheld in real grace
and good sense
perfectly hung
in equilibrium
be eroded or shattered by miscreants
afflicted dross united in malaise
blazing with envy and malice
ravaged by insecurities
limited and witless
foul and coarse
bitter and vain
graceless nits
So isn't the son of a king a prince
as the offspring of a rat a rat
what says a pauper to rich
but puke aggrieved bile
lesser minds twisted
senseless confusions
miseries seeking pals
how can such erode
pristine confidence
real proven true
gainfully earned
solidity

Countless damaged minds in unison
reigning their madness to topple
all failing and falling
in delusions and allusions
You hypocrite, first take the plank
out of your own eye,
and then you will see clearly
to remove the speck
from your brother's eye.
he is still standing
while you have fallen ages ago

I don't live in caves

so I do not take part in

the life allegory of the caves

shadows are nothing but shadows

and their reflections are their reflections