They want attention and reaction
they can't afford batteries for vibrators
worse still because they believe it washes itself
sensible suitors stay afar leaving only the soap-dodgers
what the hell sixty seconds is better than starvation or drought
leave  time to go do what frustrated douches gotta do
a prince charming is in for a takedown and stir
the lovers love the haters hate and moan
They want attention and reaction

The activists indoctrinated and brainwashed
spoon-fed lies and distortion
were mere puppets doing as they were ordered

It is a campaign by villainous corrupt bureaucrats
to cover their misdemeanour
smearing and discrediting the truths is their defense

The activists are expendable and can be expunged
they are pawns and useful idiots
in the scheme of things they are collateral causalities

As in covert operations activists can be discredited
used then thrown to the wolves
clever activists know to feather their nest in return
its not nothing for nothing

The compound fools are the thugs runts wets and loonies
who are cannon fodders on acid
and are without sense worth or value knowing nothing
copiously fall in and do just to do
celebrating fallacies falseness and idiocies like festooned *****
at a dig-your-own-carrots farm

Fence paint ****** fighting for birthright
vacuous kettle of boiling asinine oaf addressing ***
pillage all over the world screaming democracy while looting
the largest diamond on the Queens crown called the Star of Africa
how much did it cost, does the crass trying to drain confidence know
illiterate chess players of devoid masculinity shooting one minute
the pub politician with the pints and power to rule the world
please stand up and raise a glass to our working class hero
who was having a curry **** in the loo
as those fuzzies built his town

I do subtractions additions and multiplications
every day
but it doesn't mean I remember all the Mathematics tutors
I'd ever had.
Go figure.........hahaha

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

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

In our ivory control tower
we are moving the pieces around
triggering the neurons and aligning the morons
we are sensitizing and anchoring and so hypervigilance
we have time to listen to farting and wait monitoring movements
we have become preoccupied and obsessive laughing stocks
but we cannot stop our ridiculous drama of delusions
because we have said the majority always wins
our aim to **** up and do head in
mob rule and control is power
this covert racism is tedious
better to just kneel on his
****** regal neck

Boo boo booo boooo booooo.....
won't stop booing
can't stop booing
we are the booing crowd
that' what we do
boo booo boooo booooo......

figure it out
if we could do better
or be better
do you think
we'll be here booing
it is what it is
Boo boo booo boooo booooo.....

If you're on your way
to dad's villa in Barbados Mallorca or the Maldives
If you've got your bags packed
ready for that gap year travelling to broaden your minds
If you've got the acceptance mail
and its Oxford or Cambridge in September awaiting
If you've got the straight As
and dad's promised Mercedes and City Finance beckons
If Charlotte India or Lucinda
have promised a summer of fun
in Granny's beaucoup hide-away in France Spain or Penzance
If Harrods and Asprey have delivered
all the fineries and tons of invites to Summer ***** are in hands
But oh how we know
these can never be you your lives or your world
for if it is
It will never
It simply will not be in your minds
much less your radiant positive enriching orbits
to have the time
much less the inclinations not to mention the wherewithal
to spend your time
sitting dearily composing dirge fantasies
festering toxicity from ****** polluted anodyned minds
thinking you're getting at someone
who's done nothing to you
In charmless madness all you can do
is squim in your angsts luxuriate in hate envy and jealousy
and fixate  maddeningly on those
whose lives are beyond your grubby miserable reaches
For you know painfully your inadequacies
and how you are without merits
Its really as simple as that
so you might as well continue to do as expected
Hate on, Shout, sprout bile, project, poison and write
whatever whenever however
We know you all too well......

Mediocre sees control in fantasies and delusions

craving ardently for significance

foolhardily clutching at insipid vapid distractions

wet dim minds faking buoyance

and we see puppets in flagrant misconceptions

showcasing inherent ignorance

corralled in dancing gullibility's in flamboyance

see the poignant illusions

in irony of the controlled with dude substance

huffing puffing with no relevance

celebrating the mass hysteria of blind clairvoyance

simpletons in obeyance

In the lowlands
blanched and vacuous
they all have full-time employment
at the manure Factory
where its fulfilling to them shovelling *******
as they all are full of it
it got even better when Red bull shone through
and they become hooked on colour
now they all shovel red *******
in muck and slimy turds
now they know they have found their passion
and in red bulls
they are living their best lives
bullshitters full of *******
blanched vacuous and pathetically happy

O 'captain, my captain
at the helm you steer sublime
in squall you hold steadfast unflinching
through the tsunami you rook your slants to roll
and in the flippancies of ragged sails and howling storms
you find the lull that soothes the vicious whispers of the tempests

O 'captain, my captain
with steady hands emboldened
you glide cantankerous waves with ease
telling Poseidon Neptune you chart this map
for in the longitude of courage the latitude of reason holds
and the laps if the gods do sway to the sanity of mist less horizon

O 'captain, my captain
below the dank and heaving decks
deckhands and maddened old salts hallucinates
in mutinous madness they gabble shanties of revolution
below deck minds see wrecks bones and journeys of no return
some mutter cap'n sleeps with the figurehead mermaid at the bow

O 'captain, my captain
unbowed you sail at bow unsurpassed
in the rip roaring rough waters you excel
in the calmness of a fair wind you exemplify bravery
a captain of all seasons from the equator to heating the Attic
where snow look like humans but crumble an melt in the sunlight

Rimani! Riposati accanto a me.

Non te ne andare.

Io ti veglierò. Io ti proteggerò.

Ti pentirai di tutto fuorchè d’essere venuto a me, liberamente, fieramente.

Ti amo. Non ** nessun pensiero che non sia tuo;

non ** nel sangue nessun desiderio che non sia per te.

Lo sai. Non vedo nella mia vita altro compagno, non vedo altra gioia.

Rimani.

Riposati. Non temere di nulla.

Dormi stanotte sul mio cuore…

She held her son's hand
for the Mother of democracy to see
oh all voices of nothings
avail yourselves of your rights to gob
majority carries the votes
and I carry the Totalitarianism of one
One is not even amused
where better to remind Divine Ordination
One says, you all can go do one
you are all mouths no trousers with little *****

haha......................................................­........Contempt

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

Overwhelmed by his brilliance
in reluctant admiration and acceptance
they spat out their distasteful putdowns and criticisms
it all overwhelms as they are overwhelmed again and again
by their glaring inferiority
they boil and redden alarmingly
tepidly searching their negative backward minds
looking for disparages and and asinine discontinuance
from their pantries of ******* nonsenses and festering bullshite
to drown out their limitations
for the differences are unassailable
the genuine might of the refined and erudite mind
to the narrow infected musings of uncouth semi-illiterates
the social inadequate muzhiks on the defensive resorts to type
and hauls manure in words
Overwhelmed by the man and his brilliance
its the only recourse of the crude defeated outshone clots
tellingly the more stringent the condemnation from dull paysans
the higher the admiration of the esteemed man that touched their raw
and sensitive bleeding nerves

We've known strifes and bloodshed, uproars and pain
in another world at another time in a land no longer home
Filled with yesterday's woes, we look for tomorrow's joy
In the cold climate, we hold the past and sing silent songs
Come tend my root and and I'll help clean your cave

I live by the water and you can rail here end of a week
Our bonding is common and we find solace in little things
I know your secrets 'n know mine is safe in your plain palms
We go back a long time and I have your back as always
At strangers' land we give and take to survive blinded by needs

When you're gone I often visit the body shop in the back streets
No ring on my finger, no promises broken, it is what it is
You've told me your story 'n we exchange my notes for your coin
Don't buy me a bird  but let your canaries sing you a sweet song
Have a pizza and a glass of Chianti and say arrivederci and ciao

Life hurls along and most times the nights are lonely and dark
We live to survive and can't always pay the piper for a tune
Take it where we find it and write fitting stories in hidden notes
Tell the folks back home one day we will return and share olives
But we know our lives is a lie we believe just so to live and smile

And in the scant arenas of ungracious limited
they mill and cavort in talentless skits
frailing adornments in the fineries of nothing
it is as always to do what they do best
for in foggy mists blazes the inherent rituals
of overcompensating moribund minds

And age old fears embraces the samenesses
tasting damp salts in unison breeds
red diktats snaps out ingloriously force fed
overeact overseason overcompensate
herds free will and actions die to commands
and in fear weak heads acquiesce

Like sheep like cattles like leemings et all
overcompensating as wont
dare yo talk smile befriend or show kinship
to the regal fellow in crosshairs
all go and batter thine inferiority complexes
be base be crude be rude

And in the scant arenas of ungracious limited
coralled in fear of expulsion
fragile egos crave mass invite and acceptance
in dread to be thought kowtowing
they quake and flip overcompensating for show
yet just cowards showing calling cards

Do his head... in the crooks said
look who's talking says I
have you now graduated from kicking doors in?

The Anarchists militants rock in
pompously declaring
to this greedy Elitist, we want him driven paranoid

The Racists crawled up
damaged his life and ruin him, easy
that jumped up black ******* deserves nothing else

The Feminists kick in
that Chauvinistic Pig should fry like bacon
string him up and gut the Pig for standing up to a female thief

The poor blacks whimpered loudly
just lets mess with his head, the *******
he thinks he is not black and behaves like he's superior

The wife thinks to herself
oh..dear, this here is the best man ever
but I better not say that and he has ****** another,so I'm off

They all scream in Unison
we are democratic and we will do all you want
this is the solidarity of the people

Hold on says the Anti Monarchist Psychos
he has Royal connection, no quarters given here
we want him tortured and degraded, denied and banned

The robbed man says
Hey chaps, have you lost your minds
I did nothing wrong, these thieves stole from me

It doesn't matter they all screamed
you have a big **** and **** all the time
that's enough for us
How is that fair, its the gallows for you, no mercy....

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

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

You deal in counterfeits wholesale
so of course
you specifically bulk buy counterfeits
at discounted cost
unsurprising thus its sham for sham
by sham
and if by chance you come across
the genuine stuff
you mandate to tarnish or destroy it
for its bad for business
hell knows you're not in the business
of dealing in
real genuine lasting exquisite quality
you know your clientele
you know your demography and stalls
and you know your sham selves

No, you don't see him
in jeans and jumper
he swaggers in designer clobbers
gold chain and expensive watch
smelling like Harrods

No, you don't see him
in the pubs
nor with mates downing pints
he rolls around in a limousine
with glowing cheeks

No, you don't see him
hanging with us
he talks posh and think he's 'it'
with a pretty wife dainty and slim
perched in louboutin

No you don't see him
on the rob
he's a prince don't you know
with a mind and scholastic laurels
and promises to go far

No, you don't see him anymore
we got out the conspirators
who slandered and demonized him
us underground racists bucked him
in modern enterprising fashion
No fine N---er allowed
Checkmate


https://youtu.be/MWigLcAkZCI

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 news is all of war now
watching tonight I remembered how I once saved a man's life
many many many years ago
I was barely fourteen
but I was already driving on public roads
and I was already as confident as hell

So there's a Civil war going on in my country
the oil rich Eastern regions wanted to break away
the south, west and northern parts said 'noway hosay'
the mantra all around was
to keep the Nation one is a task that must be done
so now a war raged in the eastern sector

This day I had driven to pick daddy up from work
he was a top civil servant and worked in a headquarters at Mariner
right opposite a Port where there were some Naval vessels
a wide lagoon with blue-green waters chopped and swayed
between the Port and daddy's office
parked in front of the office I was seated in the car listening to music
waiting for daddy to come out

Suddenly in front of my view I saw about four men surround a young white man
the four men were shouting and jostling this white man
he was red-faced, frightened and look confused
I got out of the car and ran to the unfolding scene
why are you taking pictures of our Naval Base screamed the four
assailants
who had grabbed the white man and locked on the the camera
that hung round his neck
a larger crowd had gathered now and slaps were beginning to
descend on the hapless white man

Well I told you I am confident as hell did I not
hey hey stop stop don't hit him I shouted moving nearer the melee
they took a look at me and immediately stopped
at that time you could always tell the top people's children
they looked different, dressed different and spoke perfect English
I looked the part to a tee and more
you have no right to manhandle or hit this man, I said sternly

The hapless white man looked at me all ashen faced and trembling
I was only taking pictures of the mariner and the sea
I know nothing of Naval Bases
liar liar spy spy, he's eastern spy shouted the crowd surging forward
lets lynch him says a voice from the crowd
you will not lynch anybody I shouted at the baying crowd
we are not savages
looking around I saw the Doorman at daddy's office come out
I shouted to him
Eddie, Eddie quick go get my father, now now quick
Eddie darted back inside

Daddy came out three minutes later
immediately the crowd hushed and bow their heads
some knew who daddy is other know you respect authority
they want to **** this poor man I said to daddy
they are doing nothing of the sort, replied my father
take him inside the car, daddy said to me
looking at the crowd he said, thank you all, stay vigilant
my son and I will now take this man to the Police
the crowd dispersed, the African sun beamed unforgivingly

We drove the hapless white man to his hotel
still trembling he thanked us profusely, you saved my life
your young son is remarkable, he told my father
you should have seen him single-handedly dealt with the crowd
yes, I know my son, replied my father, he's a right one
I was just now looking forward to lunch

War makes people crazy
and make them do crazy things
we will never know if the poor man was a spy or not
but will you sit and watch a hyper mob tear a defenceless man
to pieces in front of you, would you?

https://youtu.be/LFOutAqMB_A



Opaques have no depths

because they cannot see themselves

so by design in resignation

they follow the hollows and bellow

airily in stunted echoes

as they march transparently in file

and in lower depth of field

visions are never anything in focus

only blurred backgrounds

and ghostly elements in fore vicinity

so should we least expect

pray tell... from these to keep it real

when for heaven's sake

they cannot even see themselves

“People are often unreasonable, illogical and self-centered.
Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies. Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you.
Be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight. Build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous.
Be happy anyway.

The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow.
Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough. Give your best anyway.

You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and your God.
It was never between you and them anyway.”

― Mother Teresa

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

Intent, clearly a results of incompetence
Content, a misnomer, obviously irrelevant
Wrong Delivery
Not applicable at this end
Return to Sender
Wasted transaction
Next......

So Covid 19 shows us again
a plague can ravish and devastate
but mankind soon finds an antidote
leaving the plague squirming and mutating
as it troubles itself over and over knowing its teeth
has been pulled
and its now just a study of mutants doing what mutants do
and Immunology is an exact science

The welfare planks of latter day nihilism
devotedly encased in shadow complex of inferiority
our dappled clowns witless jokes of colonial mentalities
in pointy hats they drink klans juice and fire dude KKforty-sevens
they have a crowned crow in sight and its the season of cancellation

Our cosmopolitan hicks and oiks
thoroughly gangster-ed by east-end thieves
and cozied in elementary Machiavellianism of dolts
are busily engaged marching to dumb beats of mindlessness
in the power struggle of farts hailing foul pollution and corruption

Showcasing the pantomime of sick illiteracy
masking odious racist hate envy and infantile jealousy
our cult of blanched narcissists campaign as Robin Hood pirates
seething in dribbling jaws to ravage and ruin the black that excels
stuffed toothless lions on shamed rampage of a rare sleek black Tiger

Oh! how the mighty have fallen
vainglorious plantation owners now on State assistance
while former chattels are Lawyers Doctors Princes and Rulers
evolution has berated these wanton anarchist to maddened despair
and their gods anger more by giving them as a sacrificial lamb a slick rare one-off indomitable Royal black tiger

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'

Do they know
that minds can override repetitions
and flexibility and adaptability are qualities that work
and obsession is mostly more a problem for the obsessives
rather than the receiver
Do they know that remembrance
of what is not impressionable
has no impact whatsoever
Does seeing a tub of yogurt everywhere
remind you of the yogurt
you had for breakfast
all the time

We the fervent devotees
of the Cult of The Latter Day Che Guevara
ask for your support in our present struggles
in this our civilised democracy, our green and pleasant land
to drive one germ man mad
pity us. all your people in chains and on Welfare benefits
and all you people with nothing better to do
and all you people who are covert racists like us
for an elitist parasite dares to **** our blood dry
and take our birth right from us
Please come join us
or make donations like all the oligarchs
generously make to Putin,
that magnificent champion of the masses
Do not let this parasitic oppressor
this greedy germ man take our Taxes
we need to **** this germ up
do his head in, frustrate him and wipe him out
its yours and my money
ok, some was made during the Slave Trade
and from all our foreign Territories
and ok, the germ man worked and paid taxes
but ignore facts here, that's all history
and who cares anyway, those darkies were asking for it
So, come join our cult, let us show how powerful we are
Join us today
and like our Hero V. Putin
lets have a thriving State of Crooks and Thieves
and the simplistic politics of liars and bullies
Join up, you have nothing to lose but your chains!

I **** them to nonsensical rhymes
and stir them to reveal the cesspits of their thoughts
I shake them into frenzied delusions
and rent-free I park in their shallowness and laugh
I rake their depraved commonness
and make the sane see their sick putrid underbellies
I remind them of their chains
and how theirs is to always be jealous and envious
I see their lacking's in so many ways
and I tickle their catastrophe and make jest of jesters
like a little glowy sublime Prince
I **** unison of malcontents simpletons and loonies
into imaging a war of the roses
twentieth century dunces fighting one blameless moor
for their commonwealth birthrights
I see when the minds are dumb history reveals not the joke

So get this.....
Its not like the're minds there
education and literacy excuse me, what's that?
can't wait till sixteen when they all ******* schools

Its not like there are grand aspirations
hey who cares, there's always the Dole or Shelf-stacking
just make enough for **** and the pub with my mates

Its not like they crave knowledge
who wants to know about Climate change or what
I ain't no scientist or ruddy philosopher or Doctor

Its not like they want independence and travel
No chance, we don't stray far from our roots
Majorca is enough, don't wanna learn bout other cultures
what history, what travelling experience, what world views!

Its not like they crave maturity
Hey, my pa and mum aren't even adults why should I be
I don't see any adults behaving like adults round me
we all muck around together, I tell my parents off all the time

Its not like we are not useful
we gang up and give those ladida elitist and Tory toffs hell
that's what we like doing, why should they be better than us
we harass them, stir things up, give them grief all day long

That's what the local Socialist Leader says it clever
he teaches us about Democracy, says we must hate them
for they stop us having more Welfare money and free things

Its not like they know any better
Adults, youths, child and baby, nothing really changes
we are born and bred here, we are loyal to our roots and birthrights
We will stir and stir and stir till we are Red in our faces, Simple!!

Subtle folly
were it be known
is still unsubtle folly sublime

and in aching hubris
witless minds pose triumphant
in inglorious ignorance ignobly crafted

the common factor
resistant sensibilities aplomb
awash in the mesmeric pinnacle of idiocy

Subtle folly
fine *** philosophy
is still unsubtle folly sublime