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

So what have you gained
not even twelve pieces of silver
rather the pervasive disdain of concealed watchers
and the disguised contempt of followers
who sing your requiems
in unison with your dirges
and limp with your lies to the oracles of shame
now eyes wide shut your stench lingers
only the unclean hang alongside
from your cabal of dead ghosts living
foraging in the malaise of gumption less religion
your trenchard mission with your deluded armouries
now march in the molasses of the obdurate lemmings
running blindly to the pies in the sky
and hanging forlornly to pigs that fly
as watchers mock behind your backs
the toy town warriors with hidden pointy hoods
our cowards in the grange of self-deceits
spools spinning like fools spinning in loons
so what have you gained
against just one man
what have you gained
not even twelve pieces of silver

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

Vermilion hordes cannot help their bile and hatred
its a birthmark from cradle to grave

Forged in crude mindsets of penned sheep herded
how they bayed for what they crave

No appetite for aspiration or independence unaided
just a penchant for all matters deprave

Askance to millions kith toiling earnestly in fields yielded
in lies, deceit and muck scarlet hues enslave

Yesterdays poltroons unfurling banners at paths unbarricaded
contemptible gluttons screaming they are stave

Odious deflections of thieves charlatans freeloaders unbridled
white-faced guilt's pointing fingers from their hidden cave

Greedy leeches the scums bayed mouths gorged and bloodied
distractions of the ****** magicians and knaves

Royalty inherent nobility
set aside from the common
so what's the difference without common touches

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

So Mark clutches straw, better we pray to God
let's get Cliff Richard to sing alleluia more often
and Thresa May's Husband can call on Edward Heath
Jay Leno can do interviews and Ricky Gervais can make jokes
and Matt Dillon can help with the service
now there are loads more we could invite
but some one says there are millions men out there
perhaps these few would do for now
so please call them up
So we can all have strawberries and drink gin and tonic
through a long straw

I owned the Narcissists and Pyschos
and made them regimented
milk the poison from the saps' fangs
and ****** on it blowing a raspberry

I turned the Narcs loonies and psyschos
into dutiful unpaid labourers
put the nits on schedules at my beck and call
ridiculously combat-ready I trained them

I morphed new age demented scatterlings
into pitchforks carrying yobs
and feed them back their fantasies to brew
in a momentum of mass self flagellation

Oh how I laugh at the sicko desperados
in the land of opportunities
as they boil and recoil in hate envy and angsts
emotional turmoils as by my status and execellence

I make the Narcs loonies and psyschos
like birds on the red hot wire
they're drunks in a midnight choir singing jazz
never thus I a victim to deadbeat beasts with horns

These are miscrants on parole services
ganged casual labourers
their penance is seeing a privileged foreigner
their punishment the painful cancerous knowledge
they can never have all the qualities the Man possesses



There is a big difference between
being a Human being
and being human
only a few really understand this...

delusional rule by delusional miscreants

fool ourselves to fool you

do not ask us who are the bigger fools

we do not know or care

we are too busy ordering our fish and chips

from Buckingham Palace

and instructing the Manager at Coutts to move

our millions to the Swiss accounts

tis said an English person's home is it's castle

so we are all rulers

so lets all meet 'art' the Black Prince down the *****

and celebrate in solidarity

come ye all in your diamonds tantrums and tiaras

and all your glad rags

Hey! you plastics
look around you and see the bars holding you in
you are all imprisoned, in your different cells serving time
your ignorance imprison you leaving you vacant and vacuous
your lack of confidence jails you in envy and cloying jealousy
your insecurities and lack of self-assurance has locked you in
your immaturity and narrow-mindedness jails you in stupidity alley
you mediocrity and insignificance jails you in a life less ordinary
your immorality and lack of humanity jails you in rage and pains
your weakness and cowardice jails you in talent-less emptiness
In jail you have to quickly join a gang
to find protection because if you don't you get picked on
by the other sub-humans and animals like you
I see you all for all you are for its so apparent
a bunch of pathetic miscreants and reprobates
talent-less imbeciles and mentally undeveloped *****
looking for somebody to pick on
to make your jail-time more bearable
to vent on and project your miseries onto
You have my commiseration jail-birds
you have my sympathy
but I ain't useless and sick
like you locked up in anguish
surrounded by fear in prison codes
ruled by your controllers and Dons
I am enlightened and free
You are dumb prisoners
and in chains and brain-cuffs
made by you for you
your minds locked up
and the keys thrown
away

It never ceases to amuse me
how easy it is to lead some by the nose
firstly it this thing
bout how some people earnestly believe
anything they are told as gospel truth
no questions no re-appraisal
no really?...hold on a mo
let me consider this properly
and then decide if its worth my ingestion or involvement
they just hear believe and act as told
this one concerns the Tall tale that's another tall tale they use
so here comes another tall fool
man child on a mission
been told height is some bone of contention to the man
so go terrorize by height
now in the spirit of neither here nor there this is complete *******
but then what is not b. s. when deranged gangsters and loonies
control the narratives
and as we already know some people will believe anything
so back to the tall fool
see him sidled up stretching even more taller
remember our bon bon buffoon is now weaponizing height
I creased with laughter inwardly
I wished he could know how comical this affair is
yet so instantly dismissible
yes Mr Dumb Tall Man you have done your performance
shame you don't know you've been played for a fool
and used as an expendable pawn in a skit you have no clue about
you may be tall
but I am head and shoulders taller than you
and I carry a big sword as well
not to mention qualities you can't attain in a hundred years
I bet you don't even have a big sword
otherwise you won't need to degrade yourself
so childishly

At the kindergarten of the morose vigilantes
they eat their alphabet soup to form their brains
that singular organs that resides therein with chips from Cathay
and common sense long gone down the drains
he says she is black, they squeaked
unaware it metaphorical
the rats squeaked, we haunt him with black
the fool downstairs and all things black gathered in union
now, those with just a little nuance hear me
a Mediterranean exotic hue tanned duskily is actually a great look
the metaphorical black refers to joining bad company
but tell not the feral idiots with alphabet soup brains
let them run fools errands with black see black hate
where will we be if daftness aren't present to augur our brilliance.....

We are so frustrated
boiling over with anticipation
he engulf our brains
dancing fantasies that leaves us dripping
rip our bodice
come enraged and engorged
we tremble wide-eyed and speechless
his silent determined countenance
that tight tight embrace that drew our breaths sharply
oh! the hot passion that shines in his being
he's in our minds and bodies
we can not rest from this fever
oh! to be taken on velvet
and ride the rhythm of dark waves
we know the yeah, yeah and oh, oh
we seen the big monster with one eye
and in crazed abandon
we write and writhe and writhe and write
we set out our fantasies in gusty prose
and glaze our delusions to challenge
to stir and mix our throbbing gardens
and burn the lights in our fluttering caves
so near yet so far
if only for a night
then perchance we'll leave the toys alone
and our poetry will be  of cakes and chocolates
roses and wine and perfumes from Channel
oh!  sorry I forget, we are low levels
that should be stuff from Primark
and cheap plonk from any Tom **** or Harry
those types that would steal for us
and we pat on the heads
and call heroes

in the myths of nonsensical
sits a sensical
where nonsensical is nonsensical
that's sense
consciousness and objective perception
these are alien
to nonsensical
for nonsensical is always nonsensical
it's that black
and white

From the Queen to the Princes
from the Prime Minister to the rich Authors
from the distinguished Sportsters to the Winners
from the very famous and rich to the shinning talents
in fact anybody Notable Successful or extremely talented
they all get it in spades from the anodyne demented bullying trolls
you are nobody
if you do not have spite dribbling eyes rolling rank haters
frazzling and frothing with their branded type hate
and their asinine delusions and nastiness being
puked at the gloss and glorious of Talents
its the rants and vents of the wretched
its confirmation of your Grace
they know they are chaffs
mere cannon fodders
trash and husks
the debris
dross

And the bleachers in rampant psychosis
unfurled their Black flags
march ahead of the protection money Racketeers
and the thieves and crooks of East London
This is Solidarity they all dribbled slack-jawed
and red in the faces
and Red in the mindless-es
disgruntles mired in racism, envy, jealousy and hate
To war we march ** ** **
we have a Black Prince to destroy and ****
how dandy and poetic they thought
Unfurl the Black Flag for a Black Prince
who says the English don't have a sense of humour!!
** ** **, ha ha ha
get out the sickle to cut down the succulent nobleman
bring the hammers to do his brains in for chaos we bring
and blackness covers all the evils of whiteness
and blackness covers all that is decent progressive and bright
see the might of the Black flag, hail the anarchist and Reds
who says Black Power, hey! who said Black power
oh! I mean the flag, the flag!
ha ha ha ** ** **  ha  ha ha

He was a quiet gentle man
not known to swarm around with friends
these types are usually pampered softies
the thieves and their street gang posse thought
once we put the squeeze on him he will soon scamper
no big deal, we'll sort him out sharpish

so Chris the mother crook said
we are going to put nits in your head
Joanne the mad daughter said
we will bug your head
even the wife warned
they are going to do your head in

then the thugs and hooligans said
we are going to drive you paranoid
now if they were smart they should
have stayed shtum and retain the element of surprise
but hey, to them this was going to be short
sure the man can last a year

what a joke semi-illiterate playing trick or treat
gas-lighting by simpletons and dolts
bulky laden transparent grape-vines
inane crude antics by boring twarts
countless nonsenses by nonsensical dross
so contemptible as to be laughable

what's there to be paranoid about
I've not stolen nothing nor harmed anyone
I can stand up to close scrutiny and I do
the lies smears and slanders are lies smears and slander
I can look anyone dead straight in the eyes
and let the maddened crowd craw and make their dramas
I am still here and my head is not done in

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

Disgraced and shamed thieves
exposed incandescent and vengeful
imperialkarenism to the rescue
whitewashing criminals
stained opaque in black out
majority carries the vote
serpents' corruption beyond Eden
Karens and Darrens are playing gods

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!

told me about Poole
and why you visit when you do
you told me about Chianti
and how you serve it with friendly cubes iced
you told me about that old book
and how you took it from the library
and its only for reading
you told me about oranges you buy
from green woods
all this you told me without duress or pain
when I hear the village news from Reddifusion
its about war and the five soldiers killed mercilessly
I wasn't at the war zone so sadly its the five that should worry

Don't warble for me on your stolen concertina
your clowns lacquered in putrid red paint
can crawl to pick up giros and cheap beer from Albania
and croak freedom choruses that but taint
as full fledged members suffering from noveau mania

a million and one times I have played cupid's arena
done it with top style leaving them faint
dipped in honeypots ripe in ecstasies delivered from Africa
to leave asking is this a love god or a saint
as rhythmic passion held tight in love from Cornwall to Jamaica

what don't I know or miss with my undoubted flair
I've jumped soft hot bones danced leaving trembling hysteria
in chambers of fifty and more and each left with a cheer
roses for maidens but what gives a stallion who deserves hyacinthia
know in love and fondest thoughts you own a worthy spear

so don't cry or warble for me on your stolen concertina
been there done it with elegance and without a feint
charmed and anointed as if by the Blessed Lady of Fatima
real exceptional the being modern yet so deliciously  quaint
with the slow hands and easy touch and passion like magma

The melodrama of carcasses
playing in the theatre of latter day spooks
our mendacious transparencies
at the mirage stage  of dunces à la carte
gnarling whimsical oratories
in white noises from mindless cavities
here's their play written by fools
full of sound and fury garnished by shame
signifying the boo-hoo politics
of dead brains and soulless cannon fodders
Vive la République of nonentities
the revolution of the premature ejaculators
and small penises dead in action

We had maids and servants
I know their dearest wishes were
to feel relevant and important
more than just
do as told and fetch and carry
chasing dreams
is more compulsive when downstairs
and sleepwalking through reality
in unskilled labour
its a sad momentum

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

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

The lame will always be prodigal
in put downs and abuses
for the fitter ones
for
where else does lame find solace
but the whimsical *******
of insane aspersions
and
vile wishes and hateful projections
being these are the easiest
in lame's governance
heck
thoughts are freer and even freer
more imaginative and lurid
for the lame with less
and lesser to do
hate
is a souped-up turbo driving force
with bull hides upholstery
for the lame
so
do not deny them the flight of fancy
the solace and comfort of lame's
ride of shame
they
would do better
if they could

Be it not me from the sewers birthed
where the chaste masses smell the stench
unspoken they abide the nudge and the wink
of disgraced and shameless miscreants shadow boxing
in veiled mirth they indulge gain less buffoons in body politic  
eschewing bigotry prejudice ignorance and contrived devices
weaving camouflages' made in fools' delusional fabrics
weeping sores and diseased laden seeping gums
our unwashed Calvary are waging war
gutter revolutionaries of bacon lane
plying hogwash to flying pigs
rulers of bulls compost
bed fellows of their mothers
writing Cuban English in scribble
speaking English in Russian retrograde
hunting the Romanovs in Brick Lane and Petticoat Market
petite tools with tools petite hiding under mothers skirts with frenchies
Hail our witless gangs of cancellers who say they do heads in
they've been at it quite for score and decade
while we moon at village idiots and dim blockheads
who are looking for the man on the moon
apparently he's broken hearted and in pain
so says
those watching the big round moon

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 *****

From whence doth it cometh
only from the toxic sunken palisade
of forsaken ghouls in stained white sackcloth
they who **** ***** and blood in convicts cravens
pouring acrid incantations from their diseased entrails
beyond grace and redemption the wraiths burn in pitiful anguish

spawns from the wombs of belly creepers
raised in the decayed fangs of face bare serpentine liars
wounded cripples from days past and days now in damnation
seething hissing bellicose opaque nonentities in iced deflagration

From whence doth it cometh
pain and darkness steams from pain and darkness
the heartless sorrowfuls seeking company arid covens
the pitted wrinkles and gnarled condemned to the in-organics mires
the carcasses laments testimonies of love never known only captured
their history testifies capture ruin and destroy as they are already destroyed

and that's all, folks

They are the thieves, rogues and liars
they are the ones with the unrestful consciences
they are the guilty ones unable to relax and feel untroubled
they are the morally bankrupt lowlife scums full of guilty secrets
they are the ones who are weak cowardly shameless sad characters
they are the pathetic fearful ignominious degenerates always on the defensive
they are trapped in lies, deceits, chicaneries, darkness and searing disgrace
they have it all to do and they've been doing it all but how do you
make an innocent blameless someone
take the guilt for crimes not committed and odious deeds not done
the truth is like a lion, you do not have to defend it, let it loose, it will
defend itself
So the disgraced racist white thieves and gangsters shiver in fear every day

You think integrity
is something to do with a computer and dirt
you think white noise
means jabbering any ******* loudly and persistently
you're right about that
but do you know that when the unfiltered witnesses
accepts you're just sick and useless
as they see your pathetic demeaning disgraceful antics
they certainly do not mean
you're sound and use less of whatever drives your grossness
I bet you do
but do you know what someone without any integrity means
its certainly not a computer component with no grit on it

In Biblical tones
it is stated
help the afflicted
so lets help
and stir their vices
for in there
they find comfort
bring mangos
garland in yellow
scream No
how about betrayal
forget not
to harp on trust
how about
that Merc stolen
in anchorage
Nationality angle
why forget
triangles and poly
there was
no Anna incident
a red herring
tired of hurting
was a bait
if real the reply
why why
stick in the lardles
stir madly
till yer blue in face
and in raving
madness & stupidity
call a straight
disciplined and moral
man gay

How can you find his equal
when there is none other that sails nigh

How can you not notice him when
an aura sublime graces brilliance from vacuous hues

How can you silence his distinct melodies
of salient notes that hacks open your weeping souls

How can you ink enough charcoal clouds
erase the bluest summer skies and hide the golden sun

How can you find real peace in scattered minds
when in your turmoil's the opus of truth walks radiant

How can you not squirm and gabble oddities
when in your hearts of hearts you know you lack aplenty

How can you reference the calm within and without
when you are pains and sorrows living as husks incarnate

How can you all say good about good
for bad mired as such lives in shameless oppositions to good
in easy indulgent residences of darkness your tolls are furloughed;

Never been such described
a Characterization never afore beheld or levelled
so it was quite a shock
then way down the line I realized it was
The Nuclear Option
and once launched there is no shelter
no antidote, no effective deterent, remedy or cure
it wipes out and disintegrates what was before

The waring Antagonists are mad
it was scorched earth, total **** or bust
thier hatred was beyond compare
only the Nuclear option will do
So they pressed the button and launched
now know this
only the very few who have experienced
the fall-out would know
and they would all be brown successful people

Here, let me expansiate
Firstly, that Nuclear Option is just one word
'ARROGANCE'
Yes, as simple as that
the minute that word is hung on a successful brown person
they are stitched up and immediately attract HATE
at once all perceptions of them changes
nothing riles like an 'arrogant' black person
As Kevin said
'they will hype you UP to break you DOWN'
take a sledge-hammer to crack a peanut

So they put the word around, spat  it out with a snarl
see that brown one there, sooo arrogant! blah blah blah
at once the mud start flying
Suddenly if you smile, its an arrogant smile
you walk, its an arrogant walk,
you say hello, its arrogant, you don't say hello,
its arrogance. you sneeze, its arrogant
you get my drift, perceptions has been tainted
and one is now a 'marked person.
And everyone is now ready to tear a strip off you

Equality and Diversity, yes my mama, the Pope is Hindi
as long as you know your place and diverse accordingly
you can fling it about till it flings you about
just stay in your lane
if you excell make sure you doff your cap
but do nothing wrong but stand tall and own your talent,
they will launch the Nukes bomb on you hey presto
Heaven forbid you have a Title
What! who are you? go ask Mergan Markle
and look up what 'uppity whatsnot' means in Blighty parlance

So our dear unmentionable here
didn't know standing up to bullying thieves
and Extortionists was an act of arrogance
despite the fact I'd never exchanged a cross word
with anyone brown, blue. yellow, white or pink before
but come see hostilities aplenty, come see pettiness in droves
Careers are destroyed, lives ruined
come see all and sundry taking a pop
intent on reducing you, intent in making you feel small
because of a perception that is subjective rather than real

And the Brown colour that seem to accentuates
certain fits so fetchingly and corrosively
Go ask Naomi Campbell
She's called ARROGANT as well,
and though still standing she hasn't escaped unscathed
And there's a radio-active man walking around now
because he stood up to a gang of thieves

If you breath in the madness of swirling winds
it's because you have the long noses for it
in rarefied air endeavors are gainful
but dwellers at low-scale levels
inhale in copious amounts
laden oxygen of neurosis
that poisons brains
pains and angst
inferiority lies
brain dead
sprouting
nonsense
fighting
aimless
wars in
their
*****
sick
minds

This....is what they do
the birds will chirp and tweet
because that is what they do

the chatterers will gnash and witter
because inanely, that is what they do

the naysayers will say nay nay
because they do not know better
that is how they are

the disturbed will hanker and stir
"there is no peace," says my God,
for the wicked
that is just a Natural Law

sun shines in winter and summer
as in the fall and spring
the ever present beacon of our Maker
in omnipotent majesty
nothing but nothing surpasses the Light
that is Divine Ordination

And the wise in Grace and Gratitude
shall humbly seek their own counsel
because that is what they do
That....is what they do