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

I drove it in with hard solid passion
her whole body shuddered and I felt her thighs
parting further, yet my hot sword again heaved internally
and filled out more in that velvet tunnel, making it even tighter

she moaned, oh she moaned and wrapped folded arms
round my shoulders firmly pulling me even closer.
I paused to savour my girth throbbing in wet hot tight jelly
a million nerves ending tingling to tingles from sugar walls
a warmth like no other enveloped our bodies rising to our brains
my length was hitting a yielding ending making her scream more

lifting my hip I started firing ions and sweet sensations
as she lifted her firm solid hips to meet my thrusts
a fire dance of immortals, a duo speak of raw energy
slickly intermingling in a fire pit of molten hot candy
she moaned and groaned, simpered, howled and groaned
and our bodies grind and booped, and again and again

taken over by a compulsion to push and pull and seek deeper
she drew me in and I lengthened with every push and trust
I reached soft ends only to push further and find a little
more yield and a sweet velvet glove is polishing my sword
while hot whispers fling out endearments, or moans quietly

my tiger, wild untamed, claimed my body and growled
loudly, bearing his teeth as sweat ran down my forehead
I was in my stride, the rhythm was in motion in the ocean
my fevered brain told me, make this a long ride
give it to her like she's never had it before.
I can go on for as long as it takes, I answered back

I bent my head and my full lips found a ******
I need a drink from that full circling soft balloon
she raised her face and slipped warm tongue in my mouth
her hand behind my neck held me firmly locked in sweet kisses
her hips moved in unison with mine and slippery sounds played
I was lost in ecstasy, my sword throbbed in full beaming glory

Suddenly her hip became stronger than mine
she slammed into mine and started screaming
she moved with faster tempo and i felt a pulsating grip below
that started attacking my hard sword, squeezing, pulling
I had to change gears, I drove even deeper, she was flaying
and threshing, her thighs trapping my thighs tightly
Oh..oh...its multiple she hissed wildly, come with me
come with me...oh..come together with me

My hips rose higher, and then higher some more.
your command is my wish.... sweet lady, I whispered
I put the engine in gear five, revved the pistons
and slammed on the tottle, I was motoring in Monaco now
I heard a banshee screaming somewhere. I heard myself howling
while the sweetest fire started scorching my sword
and sipped out a torrent of high octane molten hot honey
our naked bodies clashed, medged, disengage and reconnected
in an exotic freestyle wrestle, yet below we were glued in sync
a blast, the big bang with stars and glitters and a vice like grip
it seemed to last forever and I swear I heard celestial choirs then I slowly descended from cloud nine and then the rolling slowed down.

I hope this is just a pitstop my brain hissed at me, I am ready
to go again, please note, brain added.

Please let my lovely lady at least recover a little, I chided brain.

She clung on to me, we were drenched in sweat
she was shaking, shuddering and trembling all in one
then tears fell from her eyes mingling with sweat on her face
her cheeks were flushed, she glowed red. tousled hair fanned
her face in wet strands, she looked ever so beautiful

She gazed into my eyes, stroking my wet cheeks
she was still panting as I was too
You are amazing ...she said, I do love you so much, she added..her hazel eyes sparkling,..... You are simply the best!

Resting a palm on her full soft right breast, I blew her a kiss.

You are beautiful and you make me amazing.... I replied.
I love you too, my darling.........

The Highs from Buckingham  'n their sorts from birth
know that ordinary people are never real with them

Overawed and nervous they adopt various guises
Some fawn and bow and scrape while others stay still
Some adopt a nonchalance with masks that's anyone guess
Some are perceptively hostile yet will have very little ill will
Some want to play the fool but disgrace themselves with no finesse

Stored in gene pool and DNA a history hold status
By teenage years gild are known and behaviour modified
Character imbued and preparations placed with no hiatus
It's but an accident of birth that's to be a journey unqualified
You've become a human that others merely see as them and us

What to do but ride the chariots with wisdom 'n  good grace
Lesson told that with privileges comes real responsibilities
No naked pool dives or wanton abandonment in seedy places
Dare you err and open a can with a thousand and one possibilities
Now get out there a sterner stuff always ready to meet the faces

Whatever you do don't tell the tale or reveal the top secret
For the punters and jokers need their figures to revere or hate
You know you are exactly like any other but live in posher garrett
Were they to treat you fairly truthfully real ordinarily with due rebate
You'll miss the sick fevered responses 'n those crazy wild ferrets
with inferiority complexes

For it is in acknowledging you good or bad lies legitimacy
They by their doing or undoing reinforces the illusive status
That underpins your confidence and bestows self importance
The famous lie and say they crave anonymity but panic when totally and truthfully unrecognised as if in a stratus

If The Highs from Buckingham and their sorts
Are treated genuinely real on merit with no reverence or malice
They will panic and become confused, insecure and unsure
Not a practised snub or feigned indifference or rude deliberate slight, these merely reinforces their sense of superiority  

They have all their lives known what to expect, like a fetching lady knows what coming from a hard phallus
In their boudoirs they snigger and laugh, those idiotic punters and commoners really think we are not human and real, what nutcases
they are, what a load of silly *** dummies!
Whereas treat all contacts with them normally and real as you would any other person,
You'll Find Them amazed, nervous and wondering for their
egos are being challenged to be real and normal and human
and that's a feat they are usually unfamiliar with!

Bang on cue, minions slither and seeth
same ole, same ole, predictability of the stunted
volume speaks volume as delusions entrenches
We are fixated don't shatter our morbid trances

The lions of Jada Pinkett not those of Judah
the producers of demented illusions from Studio Z
We don't deal in truths and reality, we wrinkle too quickly
Reality ages us, let just make it up as we go along

We need the miseries of those we envy to feed on
forget the cut price botox it does nothing for our falling faces
We can't even get earth shattering ******* from our duds
to lift our moods, so in our minds we own your dolphin

What are we going to do with our miseries and mediocrity
That strong small herculian dark hero, ******* in chains
as we pleasure and play with that renowned mahogany sword  
is a fantasy that blows our minds and satiates us real good

Scripting an Eastern Love interest we are thwarting is so ******
How dare ruin our fantasies and remind us  we are deluded
We can't accept all our combined efforts and dramatics
Not to mention our gullible menfolks who skip and hop to our biddings

As we tease and rile them to hatred for that swoony stallion.
Please keep your truth to yourself.
It won't stop us, reality and truth annoys us, we need our chained beast with that wonder mahogany sword
Oh that fierce passion, that unleashed weapon in our control
Just the thought makes us moist already....ohooo...ohooo..ohhoo

The lilies will dance all night
the thimbles not quite so much
for thimble do get tired and the strength
moreover they have errands to run
they've got to go pick on a niga
its the cancel culture in acute action
on the contract to cancel and check
check this, check that, check it all around
check that crow, check that Raven
no oats for mating is not allowed
and how they talk of love and write of love
the cold blooded kind of love
in and out thank you ma'am
exploded in ninety seconds that's the limit
got things to do, got things to distract us
get a crow and clip its wings
that better fun than dancing around
its the Leninist manifesto for us
we've got the gifts that keeps on giving
we are the tops in Europe, we are super
come join the party and our revolution
come love and have fun but not that one
we have cancel him out without reprieve
but you know what mates
I do not miss being disallowed at your party
I ain't crying hurting or pining
hurray to the great unwashed
hurray to the slimes with gifts
but no thank you

Seven thousand mile away
I studied Shakespeare by candlelight
due to long and constant power cut
yet I still made A1 grade in English Literature

My friends grew up in Shakespeare country
they have electricity twenty-four sevenRed
all they can write is diss poetry
and act as useful idiots for thieves and loonies
they tell me I am suffering
and cancelled
I say
“You starvelling, you eel-skin, you dried neat’s-tongue,
you bull’s-pizzle, you stock-fish
O for breath to utter what is like thee!-you tailor’s-yard,
you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck!”

“Your brain is as dry as the remainder biscuit after voyage.”

“Villain, I have done thy mother”

“Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell”

So we know why anarchists are dripping with envy and jealousy
about the man who read Shakespeare by candlelight
and yet bettered them all
so I say again

“You scullion! You rampallian! You fustilarian! I’ll tickle your catastrophe!”

the sacred Isle ruled the waves
then plundered and looted from Benin to China
from Egypt to Greece they took and even Rayleigh craved

Men, women, artifacts, gold silver, diamonds
all come back to our motherland to stay
nothing wrong with that, its all our birthright

A union was agreed between nations around
in opaques agreement lets pool everything and share
we move as one and live in peace and prosperity together

years down the line with all working well
the Isle said we want out we are not getting enough
we can go our own way and get a lot more without sharing

let us not be so selfish says some thinkers
we want out says the people cause we don't like sharing
lets go our way and take and sell to the whole wide world

they say I am greedy because some old man wore a coral crown
and owned the marshes he had lived from 1845 with his brood
no one went to sea to rob another or took taxes from people

the coral crown family all worked day and night
doctors, lawyers, surveyors, civil servants even nurses serving others
never took or asked from State to survive or wore any coral crown

came the wordsmiths and experts in Acquisition international
who wrote the book on Greed and taking from every known place
either by war, treats, bribery or just plain **** chicanery

yes, yes, this renowned Magpies hollered, you are greedy
it will cost you arms and legs, it will cost you all you hold dear
we say you are greedy and that's all, we hear no protest, no mercy

in simple minds logic and reasoning is not to be found
my coral crown old man did not fight to take land or wealth
did not sit in chambers gilded demanding taxes from no one

they moved from the hinterlands in droves led by him
to the coastal areas ****** land, where the marshes were wild
they cultivated and settled after years of exodus, perils and trials

he toiled hard and managed, created communities living in peace
ruled with wisdom and grace and looked after his people
killed no one for gain nor took land or property from any one

Ignore the difference between old man Coral and your own crowns
ignore the truths that shows there's no comparisons whatsoever
listen to the Experts on Greed. they have declared I am greedy
historically and now this Experts must be right, they invented Greed and Rights.........

The hatchets swings from right to left
cutting sway in magical arc glittering acidic polish
labourers strive in whimsical grafts and melliferous distune
the gods in Olympus stand akimbo watching meddling mortals

No demigods in hazey disquietude sees
for those the gods forsake wear the laurels made for Pompeii
time will tell come the days of transmogrification in Cosmos Paths
the oracles files litigation before the gods against impostors vile

The seven tongues of the seven headed dragon
flicker between the dawn and dusk, between mist and flames
salacious visions mired in morbid delight cooked with arsenic dew
a cauldron boils for givers and takers, a chalice of retribution awaits

Look how ignorance and the uncouth unfurl
see the backward savages salivate rancid brain sores
they talk of a modern world where all is equal and free
women they holler are free to do as they please any-day or time
but see a woman who has many men friends, to them see a *****
you see women cannot have male friends without opening her thighs
even one with an ailment that means such things do not happen easy
she sleeps with six or is it seven or eight I have lost count
what does it matter if so she does, do men not do the same
is there a meter there that counts usage and charges per use
a woman afraid of loneliness and needing mental stimulation must
not talk or have men visiting because our idiots are ready with labels
thinking they are sowing seeds in one that cares not a jot nor has
any interest in the love life of a poor lonely woman finding her path
How stupid can the damaged be that asinine delusions is their bread

The one I gave my heart to
I took it back on the day she left
swore never to see her again ever
I have not set eyes on her ever since
So what will a contrived courtier do to me
is my heart that valueless to be offered like confetti
is my idea of love a kiss-less bride without mutual passions
mind focus and repetitions are mere tools of the trade to journalists
no stress or distress for detachment is necessary to write objectively
scream it loud and over and over again the childish errant are funny
the snide silly antics of face-less cowards, smelly bullies dumb *****
so evident its rendered dismissive, irrelevant as are their complexes
laughing stocks and pathetic under-achievers playing remote control

we're talking a matured confident self assured trained mind not a yob
not softened, not frightened, not broken down or cowered, no, no, no
So do your worst.............

Bring down Jesus Christ
the Son of God Himself
and our Socialist Anarchist Brigade
would start spewing their toxic biles

The would write He is an Anti-Semite
they would accuse our Blessed Lord of being gay
fancy going around with twelve other robed men
they would say he is cruel to animals for wearing leather sandals
they would say He is a cross-dresser for wearing robes

Our Toxic obsessives would call Him an Alcoholic,
oh yes, remember Him Drinking wine - all that turning water to wine
Ah, the nutcases will write that he was a con-man and a magician
all that rising people from the dead and making cripples walk
restoring sights and all that Penn and Teller stuff

His Love or all would have them brainless oafs call Him a stalker
off-course they'll say he was megalomaniac asking all to serve Him
He loves His Mother so to them, He has an Oedipus Complex
And when he heard God stating 'This is My Beloved Son'
the nutters of doom would scream Our Lord was schizophrenic

By not sinning and partying, they would say, He was boring
a po-faced preacher who thinks He is better than us
Fasting and going off into the wilderness means He's a Loner
just ripe for bullying by the weak simpleton cowards
and being crucified serves Him right for calling out all the robbers, thieves and wrongdoers

Yes, we're brainless, blind, dumb, confused, jealous and frustrated
just pond lives,  wasters and pointless mediocre s
our job is to disfigure, destroy, lie, fabricate, twist and smear
we're shameless and pathetic but we don't care and why should we
we are only human, not God...........

There are lots of noughts in millions
lots of trees in acres
and winds will blow in gales
and thunder can roar in white skies
and labourers will do labour
and will always lean oh study trees
or find its shade to hide underneath
some things never change

Are all terrorist psychos
steeped in their psychosis
they aim to manipulate your emotions
in their grandiose sense of power
they seek to control and change our way of life
those without guns or bombs or anything really
just ******* themselves in delusions and street theatre
in the most comical manner
poor warped fools

Sing with me
hahaha hahaha hahaha hahaha
hahaha hahaha hahaha hahaha
we are the white terror of  london
and we are nailing a little black man
hahaha hahaha hahaha hahaha

on an anodyne skit for dummies
on  Neuro-Linguistic Programming
terrorists aiming aimlessly drunk on ignorant stupidity
majority wins all the time they say
this is democracy and power of the people
we are the Daesh of this town and we've taken control
mostly jobless and mindless this makes them feel important
in the most comical manner

Sing with me
hahaha hahaha hahaha hahaha
hahaha hahaha hahaha hahaha
we are the white terror of  london
and we are nailing a little black man
hahaha hahaha hahaha hahaha

I saw a man who calls himself a man of God

He stand on towers and preaches to hundreds

Forever in his coat pocket is a Bible tucked in good

Staunch man of the community with no bare threads

But he couldn't look me in the eye even if he easily could

For he knows that I know he now carries a burdensome dread

Conscienceless and remorselessly he sold his soul to Satan's hood

Yet to be a sham and testify before Yahweh whose true blood bled


This man of 'God' came like others to cast a stone

Robed as scribes he pontificated in Temples scolding sinners

Grace himself as Righteous and spoke in revered gentle tones

In secret he was Iscariots aided by his Eve to dine with evil planners

Callously he sat in judgement deceiving truth and vilifying thrones

Whence he could in pious wisdom as Pilate dissent in fitting
manners

What man of God delights with ravenous hordes to devour bare
bones

My God preaches loving your neighbours not becoming Hate
fanners

I saw a man of God today but he couldn't look me in the eyes

That iridescent image I had known for years
seen it in various guises and learnt its form by heart
know its poetry from the classics under Grecian lights
and when it appeared this time I delve to find its mind

But it was for Papa that the birth of reason grew
in a missive unspoken and a call enveloped later unfurled
a whisper rose that urged, look after for me, I will soon be gone
a king had spoken perchance to a chosen knight now obliged to obey

the ode of times and fleeting sighing sights of the light-footed
in rays of play the child of our times skips boundarys and forts
maidens sing stories and the gallant forays in skirmishes abound
a ringing promise hangs as a willow in wisp claims legacy unknown

tempest swirls and sound in fury rules in chagrin and ardour
a gamekeeper sees a ***** traipsing the trails of Tigers and lions
the tipsy gypsy hears neither the troubadour nor the rites of Templars
a mind envisaged was the shrunken bulb of shrubs and alien foliage

Be it not a dirge or condemnations of seducing Westering gales
banquets laid for differing tastes and jesters jest for mirth and frolics
a wizened once reached out in wordless touch, a promise sailed forth
In deep blue sea a mindful dolphin far from home turns and swims away......

they say they can do heads in
whatever that means only them knows
they say they can alter personalities
i say i have already altered your personalities
made y'all obsessives I'm jumping in your minds
y'all think you've got snowflakes like ya'll
swing from rope, male suicide is the largest killer in ya land
they can't handle pressure, no spine mommy's boys
my mate, my mate its all about ganging up,
alone, they disintegrate and panic, they are made weak
they talk of love yet they're plastic superficiality
will do anything to belong, can't abide themselves
cause it's all empty air and bravado
all semblance no substance, they use money to buy love
money gone love disappears cause they keep nothing real
they are incapable of truth, snipers, back-biters  inveterate gossips
pretenders and actors always scared of realities and the truth
cannot deal face to face because they know not how to relate
follow the crowd, do as others do, we are all equals
EQUALS,  my ****,
what makes you think I am like you, spineless inadequates
unequipped, un-prepared indulgent saps of nanny county
We love our moms, yes she cooks, clean, tidy and even ***** you
And these are the ones that wanna do heads in, alter personalities
NO we are not all the same
you are dross
I am quality
AS you were, park lifers, go sup another pint...

I am a victim
of manipulative propaganda
I do not have the strength to go against the trend
there are issues in my world I couldn't afford to compromise
I did not have the benefits of the full facts at my disposal
It did not seem wise to waiver or dissent at the time
I have to think about me and my life situations
know there are complications in my life
we know what this society is like
like it or not I am still a foreigner
I can't but bend with the wind
do as I'm required by them
yes, lie an play the game
just a victim masked
craving acceptance
you fake at times
we live lies
forced to
yes?
no?

Look at Prince Charles' profile
see the high forehead and receding baldness
the jutting nose, a  strong noble Grecian look
take a look at Prince William, same features
his is even more defined
so our plebs on the Clapham omnibus
declares quite seriously that
these lovely royal profiles resembles a horse
neigh, neigh do not scold the plebs
they see only what the lower plebs brains sees
and perhaps
because Royals have a strong historical link with Horses
a royal maiden had at one time taken a horse to bed
Come to think of it, Catherine The Great
Empress of Russia
reportedly did take a horse for a bit of jiggery porky
so maybe there's  a bit of equine bloodline in all royal lineages
after-all the horse is considered a handsome proud and noble beast
So I embrace my horse ancestry and can also confirm
that I am packed as a horse in the lower region as well....
Any clean and disease-free female wanting a ride is welcomed
please contact me at Buck house and bring a big hat along
NO, not for my head...you silly twit......

Karl Marx grave Headstone discecreted in Highgate
on it ' Dictator of Hate' Master of Genocide
I wasn't there, it wasn't me
Twelve and counting, MP quitting the Left
claiming culture of Extremism, Hate, Intolerance, Anti-Semitism
I wasn't there, it wasn't me
There are not fit to lead, I am ashamed by this party
I am ashamed by the racism in this party
I didn't say this, I wasn't there
Totally ignorant and delusional about everything
Turned into a hard Left Sect, Leader not interested
They have become intolerant Racists Haters with delusional
tendencies
I did not say that, I wasn't there
I used to be a member, believed in creating a fair and just Society
I am no longer a member
I am here and I say this

From the off I neutralized them
One small brown man outfoxed the dummies
Drew their fangs and sat watching
The play by fools for uber fools
Left them chasing their tails and shadows
Just doing for doing sake
Lame duck controllers
Lame brains vigilantes
Deluded schmucks
******* to a
Closed play with
No Actors
Haha
ha

How I've gotten under their skin
They've never seen one like that
This is their nightmare
the stuff of wonder
Didn't imagine
they come
like this
one
Head and shoulders above all
impeachable and razor sharp
In no way like the rest
a true Prince, alright
drives them gaga
a nightmare
quality
the
real
deal
A thorn in their pale flesh
cheap weak we all know
liars, playing masters
He's a threat to them
they can't rest now
have to degrade
have to destroy
a prime black
not bowing
is enemy
number
one
Real Leaders do not stoop low
real leaders are always fair
real people don't steal and lie
real people are dignified
real people are intelligent
real people are benevolent
real people are not racists
real people are not cowards
real people do not feel threatened
by successful and decent black people
real people do not try discrediting others
Only racist ignorant idiots and their KKK masters
devout time and energy to pulling black people down

https://youtu.be/NSrP6Sr-OW4

But I always know

their lots are harder than mine

so in grace and gratitude I thrive

for many have first world problems

that dehumanizes them and eats their souls

the best things in life are free

inner beauty wears no mask

The air filled with discord on these killing days
I sat with Biko but did nothing to help but read Finer
Madiba sat busy in his cage mourning with the futile sages
In disquiet Lecture halls we called and voices rose higher
Then my errant pen rebelled and on paper fired in pent rage

Impertinent weeping heart wedded to agile immaturity
Spew words and scribble indictments bonanzas on fired lines
Tis the age of reason and now it's chimes for gospel solidarity
This is why 'n this is how to extract the sourness from the limes
Be it the irascibility of a fledgling's dossier handed to Authority

In that foolish morn and days of thunder the dye was cast
Vogue tirades in contemporary suits offers designer conclusions
The brothers of today embracing diversities in Structures vast
In palaces pigments open wide ensuing foreboding discussions
Flag immediately and contain for this is one that must not last

Biko sleeps peacefully with angels and rests in God's arms
Madiba walked free and danced freedom with all colours in tow
A nation finds itself with a bespoke tailor and plenty of new farms
Across the Atlantic a foreign voice was silenced and made to bow
For youthful innocuous tantrum yelling is not quite the ****** norm


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Some have amazing qualities, inherent
that they stand out a mile, so envy not
for no matter how you try
you can only look and
wonder
can you catch up with the rock of ages
or have the wisdom of sages renowned
know the patience of saints
possess the courage of a lion
or the bravery of the spartan
do you have the gentility of a feather
yet know the fierceness of a tornado
do you have the softness of the dream lover
or own the sacred sword of the Mighty Thor
yet have hands that nourishes a baby tenderly
or a smile that even disarms dogs.
Can you catch up with the clouds
do you have a voice that can sing with Celestial choir...
Do you see why such as this makes the whole town sing

What comes from a good place
needs no answers
questions are boomerangs
returning to you
go find your happy

why do they bother
when there are four, five and six
when there are pink sky and rainbow
and a bird can skip from black shade to white glow
and federico fellini is on constant standby to do his art
why does a passerby matter in a parade just fitting and free

the hurt was from not finding intelligence in a post colonial sister
of thinking that the yoke of imperialism has been expunged
that the modern contemporary ones have inherent esteem
no longer tied to mental slavery in this dawn of Aquarius
and have grown to know real power is within us all
the hurt was the disappointment this was a fallacy

they still owned the minds and souls of  a lot of the new breeds
perhaps even more than the old brigade who were broken easily
by the Machiavellian Rulers and left to pay the heavy prices undue
I was hurt because I thought I'll find intelligence but met a dud
it was not a romantic liaison with a broken heart at stake
it was the knowledge that some will never be free

I was tired from hoping to know a 'woke" contemporary
and seeing mind blinded and indoctrinated puppets
I made peace with this, finding diamonds are never easy
there may just be one black diamond here
but by jove, its one hell of a gem
Yes, that diamond is priceless
Tell them to make sure they lock it up good!

Fresh from Elementary classes
in the Urban Ghetto Comprehensives
the zero minded ragamuffins and one parent urchins
stuttered they were playing mind games and NLP manipulations
I asked the pathetic witless simpletons to explain all about it to me
" that's silly "
they replied,
"how are we supposed to know, when we have no minds of our own
we just do as they tell us,
we are never taught to use our minds
just another brick in the wall....."

That's the way its always been......!!!

Hahaha..where are all the pip-squeak bullies
those ****-less keyboard ***** playing warriors
against Hamlet and excellence
while across the pond and in hallowed halls
our Man in Washington doing his job
is bullied and expunge unceremoniously
by that bully with the weave over corn-hair
and the trade-mark irreverent tongue of bullies
so where are all our pip-squeak bullies
from our green and pleasant land
fear not for the cowards will not speak up
why speak and lose your chips and burghers
whats international affairs to dumb bullies
whats dignity and integrity to scums and thugs
the Empire has become a laughing stock
first in Europe and now all this
bullying by big blond
pip-squeak ****-less bullies where are you
fighting sumo wrestling with one MAN
and he's taking the almighty ****
of you cowards!

Going backwards to forward
singing heard from silent music bland
a symphony written by frustrated orchestras
song sheets for the blind with notes set in invisible fonts
by the voice from the cave for civilized beggars in alms houses
to soothe broken minds and malignant bodies
elixir to  impaired ghosts afraid of ghosts
bed-time fables of sans heroic cowards
designer putty ***** lots seasoned
the osmosis of feral ignorance
juvenile anti Neoliberalism
on Jarrow marches we are
the old money killers
punch drunk, saps
agitators, thugs
today's jokers
cannot see
the joke
is You
you
you

Lying to control
lying to steal power
lying to hide your crime
lying to hide your inadequacies
lying to undermine and subjugate
lying to look good when bad thoroughly
lying to ruin relationships and destroy happiness
lying to ruin others' futures, their employment and careers
is
that
why
others resent you
why you no-longer hold respect
why other Faiths rise up and fight you
why you have the highest divorce rate in he world
why you have most numbers of depressives on chemicals
why you have the most single mothers in the western spheres
why your children are semi-educated, undisciplined, mannerless
why your youths are stabbing each other and have no respect for you
is
that
why
there are no trusts in politics
why even those with status still steal
why your morals are loose and shallow
why one in four of your males are pedophiles
why husbands break and end up killing their partners
why you have five year olds learning about homosexuality
why parents can't train children except those from other cultures
why most are superficial with no spines and crack at little pressure
why you make stinking stupid bullies who are only brave in gangs
is
this
why!
is
this
why!
is
this
why
you are never happy and need to pay comedians to make you laugh...Is this why you lie to take power, lie to control, lie to lie!!!

you will dissect as the day is long
but still find skeleton in skeletons for the meaty
parts of things eludes your dense scalpels as your irises
are deigned for periphery visions
and your minds soaked in red  formaldehyde
you were lobotomised with your consent
as you think in wake sleep
the unknowing lab specimens wearing white lab gowns
the name tags read operatives
the lab notes reads 'expendables - not to be informed or resuscitated

History of  the before teaches nothing
Civilization is mere normalization adorned
they are the self-appointed Olympians demigods
the pigment-less errants who ran down albino way
to learn from the rebellious Angel his innovative styles

Anointed souls who stayed in the Kingdom of Truth
blessed and sheltered under the light of the True Living King
imbued piously with messages of love unity and salvation for all
are mere weakened fools seeking peace denying heady excitement
for there's power, lust, riches, fame fortune and control to be found

Hence they divided and assigned varying colours
In rebellious mischief call the devoted black in my honour
ordains the leader of Rebels intoxicated in banishment and sin
my fellow ****** followers adorned yourselves as white doves
you will learn great evil, wickedness, bloodlust and utter destruction

We are the masters, the Controllers, there is no God
go forth and populate, ravage and plunder take as you please
subjugate and deceive, lie and **** and drink their blood in victory
fallen from Grace let's go befall woe, pestilence, miseries destruction
In God's made Kingdom we and our children will rule with no mercy

The spawns who know more than God take control
all four corners of the earth sowing fear discontent and discords
hatred, injustices, bloodshed, sorrow, pain abominations galore
thieves and cut-throats merchants in white masks they shower terror
History of the before teaches nothing, the demigods rules