Driving wedges is mostly done
by carpenters
so why did the Holy man
whose early career was being
a humble carpenter
preached that love all humans
as you would yourself
the only wedges he knew about
were wooden ones
for woodcraft not to divide people

Alone or together
makes no difference to me
known I've known myself forever
and who I found I ****** well  adore
and to make matters even more note-worthy
I know very few dare state this with any conviction
for how can hidden ghosts and shadows see themselves
much less embrace that which they are except to project their fears
living shadow-worthy in the cocoon of husks to strengthen their weaknesses
Alone or together makes no difference to me I met myself while you are still crying for yourselves
shedding alkaline tears
for negative transparencies
meaningless opaque in salt solution

All the textbook stuff rolls
trade by batter
while we check the chains
below decks
the masters of commerce
thieves with guiles
the nameless pigs of pigs
go rope studs
take sea horses for farms
if they scream
or dare protest their fates
toss overboard
power and control is ours
anyway which way
any ****** which way
white is white
all others hues are tainted
to be manipulated
to be controlled and used
we're world artists
we can whitewash and erase
tell colourful history
for the devil's in the small prints
the fork's in our tongues
which we hide to control the controls

Their usual wanton fare
in brine spittle and laced tongues
to minimise those which they want to prey
transferring their cancerous breathes in pincers
light fingered light brains murky in misdeeds galore
the minimisers puppeteers playing Svengalis incarnate
disdained guttersnipes declared rots as personality changers
the hyperbole of dismantling a mind by the dismantled minds
degraded moral insolvents frenzying to degrade an unstained
the putrid visitations of mindless swindlers and brazen liars
trenched thugs and rabid cowards imprisoned in piracy
slave traders ghosts in living hosts baying in hunger
in a year of Sundays miscreants will forever fail
never will professed fodders blight my mind
nor will I cave to back street wasters
or ants in jealous and envious ills
I see you lack grace and skills
unworthy to be humans
I am that which you
so can never be
am that one
you fear
hence
what
you
do

we all know snow can be moulded
into any shape we want
cold yet soft and pliable
build yourself a snowman
give it a nose like a mafia hit man
and eyes like deadly nightshade
and ground it in your garden
but know its none of my business
I see nothing when you're not around
and some others come to have some fun
for its a gift that keeps on giving
in a whiter shade of pale

Does it get boring toying with nonentities
is it worth the bother stirring the momentum of chavs
is it even vaguely interesting fencing with half-baked semi-illiterates
I wouldn't know for I am just a man who's  not intimidated
by stupid dumb ghost in misguided neon mirages
and I am not bothered by yelling boo back
at cushion soft white cloaks full of damp air
core-less with no essence and pliable
boo boo oo wooo boo woo
there's nothing real about you
even your mothers can't talk to you
boo woo

isn't it ridiculously funny
when a bunch of oafs ha'pennies
start telling a fifty pound note
that its in pain and suffering
and offering all manners of this and that
now these trifling ha'pennies can't even manage
they're own lives and there's obviously not much to them
so I suppose all they can do really
is fantasize what its like being a fifty pound not
as a ha'penny isn't much
and needs to be added to others in droves
lots of droves actually
to be slightly spendable
and even then they are always of little importance

Made my parents proud

shaped into a well made man

no foul deeds or criminal affiliations

got me a sound mind and rewarding education

travelled seeing far flung places and other cultures

loved beauties a trillion times and basked in true connections

helped my fellow humans when I could in sincerity and real care

held in the reciprocated blood love and esteem of siblings and family

more wins than losses in glory and grace of light and love above

in salient gratitude I see clasp and nurse crystal glass half full

so am I to be churlish and bemoan dismayed sheep

knowing they languish sadly down  the ladder

in the playground of disadvantages

where neon shines to mislead

as sheep lampoon in vain

I live in the space between your heads
airy and empty open places
but I fit and flit from bare to narrow
rent free I occupy your heads

I feel earthquakes in your bare heads
trembling walls shaking
crimson curtains shutting out light
your thermostat rising

You feel me more than I feel poor you
I manage your thoughts
bring you to tables to write and work
your demanding tutor  

I live in the space between your heads
consuming your meagre stocks
running wild in your feeble imagination
feeding your addictions
while refusing your invitations to play
cause you're all not fit for purpose
letting me live rent free in your empty spaces

Street composers do nothing for me
the trash trash talking
urban grunge and meaningless rap
mindless grimes of the decaying urbanites
celebrating the joys of mediocrity
the juvenile delinquents dissing conventions
yet give them the dollars
and they're cased in a mansion in Hampstead
and the brothers are now reeking punters
the hypocrisy of street life
is same as the hypocrisy of Beverley Hills or Rodeo Drive
punks dissing punks as its always been
there's no substitute for class
rap your nonsense for all you're worth
but at least get paid for it
aint nothing if you aint getting nothing
what's the point of schmucks talking trash
when you remain just trash

Not a decent many
will accept they know where Dumb lives
or even conceive the idea they know poor Dumb
or any of his trillion families
No never a hefty many even know any of the Dumbs
they are shy too clever you see
they know none of the Dumbs
But I know the Dumbs
I know them even their parents and grandparents
I know their addresses
I see them nearly every day
For how will I accept I am intelligent
if I do not know the Dumbs
I know them well and even live amongst them
that's how much I know the Dumbs
I even know they think they are clever too
because they too say they do not know they're Dumb

And the un-tired youths
with vigour and all the promises
of tomorrows
are seated in front of plasma screens
writing about the old and the tired
and we can see how the young
and vibrant
spend their youthful energy
and know who we feel more sorry for
as well as knowing that some minds
are already senile
even before the dotage years

different people different reactions
the soul that knows itself in truth
does not tan from sunrays or fear fire
for when it meets itself
its not only in reflection but in same depth
and if both holds in balance and harmony
there's no losers around
for on any plain
why the duality of hypocrisy and self delusion
are not friends or renting tenants
things may fall apart
but the centre holds
and that needs no camouflage or an AK47
or pays homage to the hidden stylistic dichotomy
of the two tongued harlequins
running from themselves

So truly insignificant

so pitifully pathetically ignorant

so misguided and prey to manipulation

so elementary and ridiculously simple minded

all I could do was moon to them at will

that was one language they know

bet they even like my cheeks

hahaha hahaha haha

never a clog in the ramshackle world
of the superlative ordinariness's
where no means definitely maybes
and yes means not on your nelly
no chicanery tantamount to sleight of deceits

I offer the decorum of finesse horned
a bouquet of upstanding gallant with valour
sweet scented poetry with sense featherlite
in essence you'll have of me what is for me
the caring accord of the enchanting and real

now away from vagaries of urchins petulance
or the raw froth of skittishness in pawn's steps
its graceful cultured and informed air I breathe
proper it is to swerve such not in rancour or bile
what gains I from foreboding plays in these dawns




https://youtu.be/kElHR66Y3es

some are beginning to think a little
some have crawled back into their caves
to lick their sore heads
some are changing profiles and becoming
foreigners with foreign made up names
some are reddening with anger for they need
to vent without looking anodyne
some are so brainwashed and fixated they just have
to keep at it
some are in a twist not sure how to balance hate against
obvious common sense
some are desperately looking for other angles to lash out
after all anarchism is about destruction
and that's something they do to themselves and other regularly
some can only feel relevant and significant when they pick on others
for there's really nothing valuable in their lockers
but really the ones that suffer the most are those ones who in hidden
vales get flutters and hot tingles from braying hate and doomsday
when its attention they want for that just get their rocks off to no end
in their sick minds they have a personal relation with this man
much like that movie where De Nero is kidnapped by a crazy fan
there's a thin line between love and hate, they say so you know what I
mean
just think and remember-, The lady doth protest too much, methinks
Some cannot stop and creep away
some just can't, a dolphin is an awesome sight and the passion is
legendary
oh, oh, oh. how we hate that man, lets go trolling again and again
flutter, oh flutter....

the unwashed carriers of all kinds of std
live in a very happy world, madame
because these infections affects the brain
and leaves them delusional
just a pint and they are anybody's
and yes, that's the magical way to happiness
making babies at fourteen and fifteen also helps
yes, we are never depressed or anxious
as we live on social security and **** a lot
and spread our std to happy men too...

The psyche war of the dumbledums and house buglers
has been raving for over thirty years
yet the truth stands unmoved cause the truth is nothing but the truth
cheap in guilty minds
yet so expensive to the nefarious activities of their livelihoods
they will do and say anything in desperate fear
their are daily fighting their own psyche wars in their heads
so they do know all about psyche wars
and that's why they hide in darkness
petrified of the truth that stands rigid over thirty years
and haunts them and their flying monkeys

when pigs want to have fun
they waddle into mud
and start smearing it around
its been like that from genesis
its in their blood
to wallow in and throw mud
otherwise
they stuff themselves
and steal from others
and then start mudslinging

when you work for London East End thieves
its a full time job with no days of
you don't get paid
but they teach you that trying to harass and torment
and frustrate their targets
is playing chess
its how they know if you're imbecilic enough
for the job
they don't say we need dumb psychos
to do our errands
that would be too obvious even for morons

Even by their anodyne logic
they can't deduce that
if I was interested would I not have
whisked over when I had the shining new car
as they would do
to try and impress because they lack so much
or wait this long
believe it or not
I am not starving for anything
I am blessed in my own skin and ways
I am grateful for who I am and what I have
and I have not stolen from my neighbours
or gone next door to borrow money
or beg for bread, milk and sugar

so you take a diamond
clasped it in a vice
start throwing great clumps of mud at it
then project all your complexes and insecurities
and insist they are subliminally absorbed
by the diamond
because somewhere in some minds
they believe this diamond will turn
into a lump of coal
after all it was coal to begin

somehow I cannot suspend my disbelief enough
to buy into this
and surprising most have not worked out
the obvious con here
this is not about the diamond at all
this is about
lets see how many people we can control and manipulate
into doing all kinds of ridiculous antics unthinkingly
once you offer a reason that captures their interest
because the manipulators know their demography

you see amongst most in human terms
its more engaging, interesting and adrenaline-fuelled
to wade into a Michelangelo or Da Vinci masterpiece
and rip it, throw dark paints on it and damage them
than if you are to ask people to come along
cause they are all to be given oils and brushes
and told they are expected to produce a masterpiece like Da Vinci
very few people will take up that challenge
Manipulators know how east it is to con the general public
most especially if you tell them they have the power
to turn diamond into coal
yes, rrightt!

they are tripping on counterfeit love
perhaps its the magic mushroom
that got them going
and now they see love in rainbows
and drink pink ***** in tubes
singing arrivi dici
we are tripping

Even the overkill has overkilled itself
leaving shifty eyed idiots looking shifty eyed
the ham actors have long gone ham-****** and obscure
over plotted to the point of laughable ridicule the plebs wonder
as their fears stands rigid pulling funny faces at them in teasing ways
oh that grand old Duke of York without ten thousand men
sips warm chocolate and wonders why they fuss so
for who wants a maiden from the unwashed
with poxy and scabies got from thimbles
go get the jesters to sing their lament
how they hate their Lords on high
give them fish and chips
and put them to work
while I sit here
eating cakes
hahahaha
ha ha ha
******
plebs
hicks
oiks
ha

The Pale face thieves were boasting
by the time we finish with him
he won't know who he is
he will never trust again

we will alter his personality
we well erase him
we will wipe him out
we will cancel him

we will emasculate him
we will haze him
we will **** him up
we will drive him paranoid

by the time we finish with him
he will be
that man begging for pennies outside tube station
this is what London gangsters do if you stand up to them
if you refuse to pay extortion money
if you scream at them and threaten to expose them

they are still at it
but I reckon they have spent more time. money and effort
then whatever proceeds they got from stealing from me
and I am still standing
not begging for money outside train stations
and certainly not stealing or involved in any criminal activities
and knowing there are lots of people who know the truth of it all
how their consciences and guilt must ***** them
every moment day and night

they carry the burden
and it is them that have had their personalities changed
they know they can never be the same
even if they think so for me

hey! I am getting of lightly
for I never did wrong
they know that.....

When you are One of a Kind
the other kinds will feel less of a kind
and that kind of troubles them
in various kinds of ways
for they are just kinds of the other kinds
with nothing kind of remarkable about them
and that's kind of a *** rap
because it kind of means
they are all mere bummers
in a kind of way
in all kinds of way
in fact
in fixated kinds of ways
which is kind of sad and painful for them
for its definitely aggravating and diminishing
to accept they can never ever be
One of a Kind

I always have options
so carry your burdensome luggage's
and stagger behind me
see who its costing more
on this journey
but don't look at me
for I am not telling