I just barely glance
the ancestors of Slave Traders
now even more broken and bankrupted
propped up and carried by stooges & indentured slaves
madden inherently and worthless in presence faffing about
in inglorious penance for all their losses personally & mentally
one sees cripples unvictorious prancing lamely at the beggars ball
slaves auctions now woke trade in western cargoes mostly bleachers
do not blame the man who sees and write your heinous stories for you

1st ***** : These Palefaces are full of *****

2nd ***** : Why you say that? I see them **** in little toupee

1st *****: No, no, no I mean they are full of *****

2nd *****: Ahh...you mean they are anally retentive!

1st *****: Ah yes! you unastand me now

2nd *****: Why you say that

1st *****: De Palefaces lie, steal, twist, **** us, take everything
from from our lands to our women then write The Constitution
and Bill of Rights. Nice ehh!

2nd *****: oh yes! they are anally retentive all right but I see them
eat beans every night, them Palefaces! Can you imagine what would
have happened if they didn't eat de beans,
They would have stolen the whole world!

1st *****: They have....!!

We all know those three inchers
who seek solace in warm ale pitchers
drinking bitters writing poems as sour lechers
thimble tools all mouth no trousers only being sad watchers
hating that nine incher that reaches and thrills the ladies and is richer

Its easy to read interesting worthy pieces
once you clear out the *******
more bad than Bard

They can't find brains
they were made for groupthink programming
they can't find standards
baa ba sheep are either fat or thin or large or small
they can't find self development
limited minds can only think and do limited things
they can't find intelligence
don't be silly mate I already know all I need to know
they can't find ambition
why should I bother when I can get money from Welfare
they can't find cool
we are chavs and yobs and yobbesses and proud of it mate
they can't find real love
life is too short just footie, drink, ****. make babies and move on
But they Can find Jealousy, Hate and Envy
well why do the Successful well-to-do's have better things than us
they are greedy parasites who think they are better than all us talents

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play today
pay tomorrow
ready reckoner at the ready

So how are you.......

Great, you know my default stance,
“Do not look for happiness outside yourself. The awakened seek happiness inside.”

Some say you're numb.......

Not at all, you see
" As a bee gathering nectar does not harm or disturb the colour and fragrance of the flower; so do the wise move through the world".

What about this thing about you suffering and being in pain......

Well, they are un-pleasantries and grossly ill-thoughts actions from
others and off-course. depleted finances but
" It really boils down to this: that all life is interrelated. We are all caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly.

so what about Love.......

I tell you an interesting piece
A man asked a wise sage, I want love. The sage replied, first remove the 'I' that's ego. Then remove 'want' that's desire. See, now you're left with only 'Love'.
I have always had love and I remain most grateful and Blessed for that

Ok, if you say so. What about things of the flesh........

Hahaha, that's easy, remember
'Man does not live by bread alone' but “When I'm good, I'm very good, but when I'm bad, I'm better. ” hahaha

Are you lonely.....

Put quite truthfully and simply
“If you're lonely when you're alone, you're in bad company.”

So are you a strong person....

Balanced, I'd say, you see
“Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass. It’s about learning how to dance in the rain.”

So what about this 'Broken hearted' business......

Yes, about thirty-two years ago, but thankfully I healed. You see
its about
“In the end these things matter most: How well did you love? How fully did you live? How deeply did you let go?”

Are you haunted by anything.....

Yes, a forever image, my loving father, who will walk randomly
past me and would always reach out and either pat me on the shoulder or ruffle my hair and call out my name like it was a precious word. Yeah those times and images visit me quite often.
He was the best of men and set such wonderful examples.

Thank you for taking time to talk to us.....

My pleasure, thank you

Isn't the strength of truth
                                  is that its knows its truth............

Blue means blue
Silver service leaves silver trails
uncommon route to vistas significantly uphold
toil of way back to present days marks expectation
they see and know that in a thousand eyes one purple gild
and all without will steam, bubble and boil in irreverent furnace
absentees from the sublime stay rutting in stag hunts in dire dreams

and the fades scrawl in disparages
offended and wounded they lame along
plucking air to vilify inherent in falsehood clade
for strong distinct hue vividly contrasting insipid pallor
holds the sway in formidable stance glowing inspired prominence fades lives in faded visions always the pale imitation of the real deal

the less talented and weaker twin
over eons lustful in envy and born aggrieved
feds on blood and lives to lie maim cheats and steals
spawns of avaricious vampires whitened to **** from others
scouting everything on land sea and air to milk and **** in darkness
for the bloodless complexion of living ghosts schlep the curse of Cain

see thus their wailing and groaning
when the light of a true hued son of Abel shines forth
rages and jealousies of century descend as the shallows wade in
an adorned prince returns to haunt the weak and prodigal brothers
the fades in hateful and fearful possessions once again fade to black
the lights of Abel, Nehru, Mandela, Mohamed Ali and thousands others
haunts again in grace strong and proud in remembrance unfaded

The schizophrenic with the multiple profiles
sits all day in various guises
venting tirades and his versions of deluded events
exchanging comments
with him selves and notes of friendships with his alter egos
Always deep in neurosis
and in the innate vapidity of the ****** witless grandee
our gender changing
nationalities changing and location changing slime vies and
zig-rags hurriedly from
one profile to the other the physical link so glaring its comical
as it more so exposes the narcissist
the dumb egotist craving attention power validation and self
aggrandisements from him selves
to him selves as he uses his other profiles pop in to massage his ego
Mad and full of bumf and nothing
our poet and poets of doubts and the demoralising schlock
selves congratulates in prolification
Our witless wonder glaringly compensating his small ***** or
even perhaps its a rancid frustrated *****
staying totally impervious that his infantile trickery serves no purpose and his endeavours laughable
The Learned mind sees the classic narcissist feeding his wanton
needs desperately craving eluded self worth
Regardless a weak cowardly inadequate neurotic bullying perp troll is just that....a pathetic nonentity seeking relevance
and fooling him selves

The children of the Slave traders
now in penury cause of the abolition of their father's trade
now sell fantasies and delusions
they say its virtual Trading and a homage to their perished past

The children of the Slave traders
without  shame have rebranded their trades in theft and pillaging
they are now neon Socialists
peddling Class War actions micro-wave chips and pies in the sky

The children of the Slave traders
are now goddesses of love and Romance and Internet matchmakers
accredited experts in romantic fiction
and a side-line  producing a snake oil called magical seeds of doubts

The children of the Slave traders
now hide their racist genes and call themselves revolutionaries
people power and solidarity they yell
as they dangle carrots and sticks in front of brown an black stooges

The children of the Slave traders
are still pathological liars thieves and twisted heartless miscreants
posing as whiter than white
the devils spawns trail deceits destructions and divisive swathes
groaning by the people for the people..... ( its all lies )

From their sources
all the hysterics, histronics, dramas and operas
from this view
nothing resonates, nothing is remotely evocative
nothing triggers nothing
the clone in their crosshairs
so far removed other than perhaps the mere physicalities
this was Chris and Joan's 'Truman Show'
sanity was and is never never a party to any of all this
and The Emperor's new Clothes meets Pin the Tail on the Donkey
and people are led down the garden path
who said 'you can#t fool all of the people all of the time'
and do you think crminals are sometimes called Racketeers
because they play Lawn Tennis, of course, Not
Anyways,
say what you like, but
at least our gangsters are nefariously adaptable
when Chris and Joan smeared their lies
they were sure the target would run away soon into the aftermath
who is going to brave Hell
he didn't run
and he faced Hell full on
So its his fault if we keep on making it up as we go along
the charade continues
its psyche warfare, its Neuro-linguistic programming
its perceptions Assualts, oh its Sensitizing, no its Anchoring
no, no, no try Haunting, how about just Bullying and Harassment
Whatever,
who will tell them they are fighting a clone
I just have a Front Row seat
and I'm munching Cashew nuts

I am a writer
aloneness is nothing to me
rather it helps me horn my trade
a time to sleep with words and ram honeyed verses
tenderly skim the hot skins of panting sentences to hear soft moans
breathe in the fire of raging expletives as they surrender conquered

I am a writer
I traverse the minds of others
meeting the nobles who show me great heights
while adding to me the wisdom encased in knowledge bouquets
and lesser's whose limit are the closed sewer pits of literary demise
they the beggars mired in the crippled minds balming words infirm

I am a writer
attuned of a mind beholding no evil
knowing that words maketh  the man or woman
from soul to mind lies paradise or hell as words finds their nests
paying homage and dues to the masters who offers the fitting abodes
in the poisoned minds lies airily thousand poisoned words in refuge

Nine one one, nine one one
there's an African/American man
threatening me and my dog

in wrong she is right
right to defame & hate
right to lie and fabricate
right to twist and right to be racist

white East-enders, my own my own
there's a black man here
threatening me and saying he's going to expose
the fact I borrowed from and never paid back
I started bullying, harassing and trying to extort money from him
then I and my cronies burgled him and stole his property
Now he's threatening me

in wrong she is right
right to defame & hate
right to lie and fabricate
right to twist and right to be racist

Hey! both of you do not worry
the Calvary and The Red Comrades are on it
you are goddesses
you have White privilege ma'am
do not lose a wink of sleep
we are on this, we've got your backs

Alright people, marshal up
jim crow here we come
use all available resources
the choke hold, the knee, the psychological suffocation
the psyche warfare, everything's on the table
we are the Rulers and don't you forget it

And our goddesses are always right
they never take responsibility for their actions
never, never, they are whiter than white
its as simple as that.....  

in wrong she is right
right to defame & hate
right to lie and fabricate
right to twist and right to be racist

in wrong she is right
right to defame & hate
right to lie and fabricate
right to twist and right to be racist