It may work with your lot

those wiped and made in your image

those grown as another urban minority

your indentured populace picking up after you

those lost in your lust and Gomorrah offerings

them brain washed drones missing cores and identities

For the son of sons of the land born blessed in fore-father's land

time tells the sane that you on the ground are ineffective and dull

just shams putting on a show for the benefit of your empty crowds

your underbelly exposed and your rabbit seen hidden all in your

tattered moth eaten flat caps

******* magicians milking applause from bribed bored audience

the irrelevances begging relevance in insignificant faded arid

climate

your days are over, your time long past, a powerless nothings now

riddled with jealousy and envy, fearful of talents and distinction

nothing but an international joke, the eccentric ones  with good

humour, deceptive, sadistic, ***** bad lovers.

Good at playing with themselves, leading exporters of play toys

Jingoistic Major Toms go do something useful, go drink your cha

Terrorism isn't your game stick to Cricket and play it fairly

if you  can,

get that black one to bowl them all out for you.

Your task is pointless, tell your comrades to stop stealing from

others

ain't you big and matured enough to do what is right

I haven't taken anything from you, I don't fear you

I know what and who I am

Colonialism ended years ago, my mind is not your mind

we don't think alike

the worst of humanity
arrived in  unfeathered hues
eyes shimmering like quarry pebbles
snarls carrying teeth brown and broken
with long sticks firing thunders and death

the villagers ran like does
but blood ran and fear froze flights
the mad ghosts plucked them like ripe pawpaw
to chain them as cargoes for export to cotton fields
take the strong and able teach the rest to worship ghosts

fetch us two nubile virgins
one for the bed and the other a foot stool
loot all those gold and bronze artefacts and symbols
bring their rulers and elders to bow and wash our blades
show them that unfettered power and guile has no conscience

we are gods and goddesses
we rule the waves and on land we own it all
and to exploit and brainwash we call on the God of Rome
as we pray to gold silver diamonds and every treasures we see
dare protest or resist the might and power of the soulless slayers

we have plundered and looted
***** despoil incarcerated and divided
now we seize their minds use them as we've always done
our working and serving Punches and Judys on our sunken soil
And God help that one that kept his mind and dared to refuse to represent as a slave

There its emblazed
in Pantheon worthy Almanacs
that without fear or favour and in justly endeavours
alongside peers I girded my *****
and earned my laurels

Ask in The Bodleian
and the hallowed halls of scholars
have sat with scribes drinking from wells of learning
in well spent I burnt midnight oil
my gown et rolls earned

At the Trade Exchange
my worth and flair remunerated
from dawn I upped with the larks to make hay
held my own amongst equals
in service and toil

Need no reminding
of halcyon days at the Lyceum
of wine women and songs in work hard play hard
all done in sublime grace and style
keeping a wise head on

Cupid will testify
I have loved and been loved
met dusk and dawn in truly hot passions and kisses
touched hearts in honest emotions
with blissful memories till ever

Go to the voices of past
you will find no harm done by me
where and when I could I helped my fellow humans
in compassion in deeds I'll give
if they are happy I am too

I can stand before my God
eternally grateful and blessed
I claim no perfection but know I did best with what He gave
and if all is ruined and destroyed in evil fate
I know His Will be done

In the yard of useless noise
a hippo did a pirouette and farted
the elephant alongside ducked and
stuck up *******
the beached whale smiled and blew a trial of smoke
Bessie and Billy Bunter strolled up
as Big Nastie got out of his wagon
holding Gemma Collins who said
just call me the big GC
and all together
clutching bright red balloons
the clapped and clapped
and right in front the hippo waddled in black shorts
and declared
we've got our plump fingers on the triggers
to snigger at the ******* with snooker ***** for brains
for we even remind them how to taunt
in their houses of useless noise
where the useless worthless bullies crawl from

We brought our Controlling Shares
from Scammers Incorp
they tell us to write poetry for our Dividends
and that they have us all
under control as boarded members

"Jada boycotting the Oscars
is like me boycotting Rihanna's *******.
I wasn't invited!"
Rock jokes - on Jada Pinkett Smith boycotting the Oscars.
Now imagine if some sicko fantasists
insists in rampant delusions
that Rock was actually invited
into Rihanna's *******
And then these sicko fantasists
embark on years long campaign
to block Rock from getting into Rihanna's *******
Crazy!...right?
Ridiculous!....right?
Absurd!............­right?
Unimaginable!......right?
Nonsensical!................righ­t?
Delusional!.......................right?
physchotic Fixation.............right?
Not so apparantly in my part of the world
there are things who have lost their heads completely
and are totally engrossed in a campaign to block Rock
from Rihanna's *******
what is so pathetic is one sees them doing actual physical things
all kinds of crazy acts and pointless activities
which in their coo coo delusions
are supposed to stop Rock getting into Rihanna's *******
or having anything to do with Rihanna
it seems they can see events in non-events
talk about losing touch with reality
You couldn't make it up
Hahaha hahaha hahaha hahaha hahaha etc etc etc

Blah blah blah goes angry of Whitstable
churning rhetoric's of the pond life
where anchors are dropped in shallow gables
where the roundheads gather in strife

Blah blah balderdash of witless angst
echoes of birth right perceived taken
from whence looted with guns and tanks
let the full story be told no mistaking

Blah blah hogwash lies and twaddle
aims of the town criers to maim and weaken
to emotionally harm in mind to stir and muddle
depress into paranoia is such task for trolls monkeys

Blah blah blah hoot hoot hoot
heat a kettle too long water evaporates to hot air
rest conserves money not a frozen rink of one that is shot
street theatres and dirges are  whimsically met with laissez faire

Blah blah blah goes angry of Whitstable
haha  haha  haha  haha and again we go blah blah
speak unrequited love and horse eating nuts in stable
they say insanity is doing the same thing over and over blah blah

Is it all the doubts twittered To Marcus
that makes him do what you all cannot do
is it all the doubts rained on the gifted brother players
that earns them fortunes and cruise around in Rolls and 'Lamborghini Aventador
Is it all the doubts you generously feed the youths
that make them stab and **** each others over post-codes
is it all your doubts
that stems from your own insecurities
your inadequacies and your pitifully ignorance
that makes you mean hateful and divisive
or is it those niggling oppressive facts
that you are inadequate talentless insignificant nobodies
just a bunch of deadbeat clogs
scraping what you can in dead-end alleys
finding solace and distractions in ***** cheap meaningless ***
drugs and venting on talented foot-ballers
and all those that are enterprising and successful
or is it ever doubtful
that all you can be are contemptible
cowardly no-mark soap-dodging bullies
Is there any doubts about that

I have to feed them
I do feel sorry for them
its addictive you see, they lack attention
and cry in pain, when I'm not around, their meaningless states
ache, and their pain is palpable, but from tomorrow
I will stop feeding them, so hurry eat as much as you can now
tomorrow you go on a diet, no more food for you
go look for a lover, go beg for attention however unattractive you are
please understand its for your own good
I know you are inadequate and inferior
but feeding you is just feeding your addiction
Yes, you will hurt and feel empty and in pain
but you will get over it, you crave attention
but be strong, develop confidence
your frustrated existence will improve
look for other pastimes,
go make friends
bath every day
you can do this
I promise
Goodbye ......

I gave their guns back to them
with all the bullets taken out and no firing pins
they started pulling dude triggers and making shooting actions
bang, bang, bang, you're dead they continually shouted in full voice
what can you say or do but hold your sides laughing at sheer idiocy
mind, these are supposed to be civilized aware and woke people
but caught up in group-think and hysteria of herd-mentality
sensibilities had long evaporated leaving delusions
its the clock work minds of fire, shoot, shoot
click, click, no firing pins, no bullets
don't matter, don't matter
bang, bang, you're dead
bang, you're dead
you're dead
bang, bang
haha ha
bang
haha
bang
and
on
on
on
it
goes
hahaha  hahah hahaha
bang bang, you're dead
bang ,bang, bang, bang
I'mo  laughing my *** off

That soft pink valley
needs a big mahogany tree planted firmly there
hard with girth and well nourished and fulsome
smooth to the touch, so inviting with a sheen that glows
so show me your pink valley
make sure it it's grazed, well trimmed and wet with dew
open the gates and make sure you have a warm space ready
I will glide over your trimmed lawns and pat down the soft ground
I will gently feel my way up the mound and gradient to your gap
I will slurp on the dewy lawn and trace the furrows with fingers
and when you say, plant that mahogany tree, I will push it in
I will push till it reaches the bottom of the waiting enclave
I will push again and again as it lodges firmly in place
held tight inn there, strong and hard.
And you will smile, cause you know it looks so nice
gracing your pink valley
my mahogany tree
and you won't have
nightmares,
but dreams
about motions
in the ocean, deep
and blue and warm

Hello Alexei Navalny
please accept my commiserations
its so sad that Putinised goons and murky Squads
have got you in the slammer again
they are definitely smarting from their Novichok failure
thank God for that for they want you permanently out of the way

my dear friend, I feel for you
for I too know what its like to speak against a corrupt system
and like you I have goons and the corrupt abusers of the system
after my blood
for daring to speak out against thieves and Welfare abusers
who steal from those who work
and then go on to take Welfare benefits
when they can work and should be working to earn their keep
like most others do

This outspoken statement was a cardinal sin
according to them
they declared I was an Elitist, a parasite and a capitalist leech
for daring to question their birth right to claim and steal and not work
after all they have all these immigrants to do all the boring jobs
their leftist ideology is to let everybody have all they want from the State
except the Entrepreneurs, the aspirants, the Bankers and Business owners and all members of the Aristocracies even if they are black

So Alexei my brave friend
you and I know how these corrupt loonies and psychos
while fooling the ordinary people are in it for themselves
we know they are liars, thieves, con artist and self serving crooks
pretending they are fighting for solidarity equality and freedom
the Putin mansion you just exposed is grander than the Tsars
Winter Palace, any surprise they want you dead
or me as poster boy to distract the masses from their lies
corruption, their secret murky businesses and ****** exploitations

they are giving me the whole stasis treatment down here
they said they have invalidated me, cancelled me out, erased me
thank God, they can't get hold of Novichok
otherwise, I will be sleeping with the fishes by now
as it is, its house arrest while they do all to push me over the edge
like you, I believe in honesty and truth
and don't mind dying for that  
I was so gladdened to see thousands protesting for you to be freed
I have nobody brave enough to stand by my side
they are too frightened
for if they dared, they would be bullied, harassed, intimidated
and cancelled and deprived of ***, beer and good old fish an chips
No, no, no, no as a frenemy said, that's not worth contemplating
No No No No
No can do, mate

I am on my own but glad to know you are not
God keep you my friend, God give you strength and abide with you
Stay Strong and Best wishes and don't drink any tea from them, lol

Your Fellow Dissident

Princeton Gerrmane

I do not know
why they think
Organised isolation
Organised non-relationship
Organised disrespect and bullying
organised negative projections and delusions
that has got
no input from me
what so ever
will bother me

They say its attacking my psyche
they say its physiological warfare
but all I see are dopes being manipulated
to constantly harass to create a siege mentality
which is not happening anyway
they say they are re-opening wounds
I do not see any wounds
they say they make me remember
so as to taunt and torment me
but I have always retained the right
to that I allow to influence my mind and soul
and the malicious antics of damaged and malicious people
are not things I have any respect or interest for
They have and will continue to have
my utter and resounding contempt......

when you cut your noses
and pour silicone into your chests
pump up your faces and lips with botox
and veneers bridges braces and crowns fashion your smiles
a missing front tooth must be an earth-shattering disaster to them
they know nowt about keeping things real
guess its difficult being bland ochre
drifting wet snowflakes
with marble peepers
and cold blooded
aliens stranded
on earth
the destructive force wherever they are

boring, boring, boring....Oh...yawning...yawning
The folks sleepwalks and drone on in glorious haze
In reverent throes they recite the Bible of Urban Myths
Paying homage to the Prophets of Factual Fabrications

Allegiance is beyond doubt, unquestioning devotion
Forgive this passion, History teaches mankind nothing
Over five million innocent people gassed while a Nation
Hailed The Monster Leader with that obvious bright idea

Yes, its for our fatherland, our birthright, our commonality
It's them and Us and we are not greedy parasites bleeding us
And in this age they all rush forward quoting the Bible of Myths
All the One-sided 'facts' are here the Red Fuhrer unblemished

Watch their antics, hear them talk and read their witless writes
A disgraceful lesson in cult management and herd mentality
gross validation of the deficit in balanced independent thinkers
Minds that just absorb, unable to question or reason or resist

I watch waiting to find the rare gem, another real mind
Came across one long time ago, so rare I was beyond amazed
Since then all I see are fuhrer's children, blinded intoxicated
Eager devotees sprouting Hate and reciting updates from the
Bible of Urban Myths and Factual Fabrications.  


copyright@yenson7/07/2019



“Face after face contorted in hate, men, women, children. Whatever lies had been voiced against me had clearly gained near-universal acceptance. I knew then that, regardless of what transpired here, my home was now lost to me. It wasn’t just that these people would never accept me, more that I would never forgive their gullibility.”
― Anthony Ryan, Queen of Fire

Do not tarnish the ones embracing contentment
or the settled spirit who finds life in settlement
they are not still looking for themselves or something
not hopping from doors to doors searching for what
no restlessness to satiate in lustful crazes and cheap wines
no secrets to bury in false laughter and fake interactions
and in luck they propagate and leave legacies that fulfills
So sing no sad hymns for the routined and the settlers
reasons why they are called the Keepers are quite simple
look around you and see the block-rounders tending baggages
minds now wrought in regrets and bodies once admired now a shell
while most Keepers in rewarding eves sees younger thems full of love
and happy memories of a life well lived in the light of respect and a love real and true

White angst and anger
What to do when I can't hear them
its all white noise

oh...how they ran and hopped
and they jumped and they sprinted
and they bicycled and they biked
and they smiled and they groaned
and they stood and they waited
and they watched and they called
and they planned and they plotted
and they huffed and they puffed

and they huffed and they puffed
and they huffed and they puffed

all for nothing but make believe
all for nothing but some make believe

and some he saw and laughed
and some too anodyne to register

and some too foolish to be stupid
and some too stupid to be foolish

and they go round and round
in the empty spaces in their heads
in the blind hatred in their heartless
in their fields of sheeps and pigs

and he laughed
and he laughed

Much ado about nothing
much ado about nothing
much ado about nothing

kaya ang karaniwang tao na hindi sapat mula sa mga slums ng favelas ay binubuwis ang kanyang pea-utak upang magsulat ng walang kapararakan
habang ipinagbibili ng kanyang ina ang sarili upang makalikom ng sampung dolyar para mapakain ang kanyang pamilya ng mga batang walang ama sa kalye
oh..to be a well bred rich and respectable man
ay napakaimposible
kaya ang karaniwang tao na hindi sapat mula sa mga slums ng favelas ay binubuwis ang kanyang pea-utak upang magsulat ng walang kapararakan
ito lang ang kaya niyang gawin
ano pa ang meron sa pilay na makata mula sa HappyLand...yan ang balintuna ng ironic na makata.

Hahaha hahaha hahaha hahaha
hoping bunnies
hyperventilating hypersensitive
so hypervigilant
ghosts jiving at *****'s concert
freestyling turds
conjuring meaningless dramas
deep Jungle fever
psychosis in dweep momentum
on errands of fools
feverishly consumed by doubts
will he or won't he?
Hahaha hahaha hahaha hahaha
better to keep them
in constant agitation and twitchy
truth means zilch
for they know not who is haunting who
in calmness we know
its ghosts haunting ghosts in ghost's fables
Hahaha hahaha ha
Hahaha hahaha hahaha hahaha hahahaha

Yeah! it goes as it goes
it is as it is
sing my songs in the market square
and write your fables as sages and scribes
open my soul with blunt sabres and dance in split blood
give me names and titles tied in rags and camphor *****
laugh gaily and follow the trails to the guillotine awaiting
Yeah!
I take the blame though blameless for these sins
but know that an innocent sacrifice begets retribution
as malice cuts in gashing gores and words drip with hemlock
my hue of coal only but readily attracts the flaming fire angst
thus take this blood and if it be my end I will require no blindfold
but permit me a word dear foes
Please know
None here has been a friend
no one held out a hand or a few kind words
see from my eyes how a blameless man is cursed
and held in rack and ruins
see how he called out to a neighbor posing as a friend
hear me, see my plight for I am forlorn and foreign to all this
only to be mocked and insulted
only to be shouted down and betrayed
all these from one shown  nothing but kindness and care
So be my days be extended, be my time reconsidered
in torrential rains or warming radiant sunshine
Please know I say now earnestly open and true
you may write  infinite words
and plant a forest of seeds
swing it here and fling it there
twirl and twist and spin in endless revolves
take it as you may - I hitherto declare in full senses and sanity
I have no friends for none but none had the heart and grace
and to that I reached for in hurting throes
tossed me garbage and sought with aplomb to belittle me
hence, for as dishonorable as it may be
there's no forgiveness in this heart of mine
for that friend that never was
for a deeper cut is yet to be found
So be it the gallows or live another day
I am done,
I am done
I am done.........

Evil won't touch me.......

The troubadours have long gone senile
the wandering minstrels lost
in an epoch maze of Daliesque confusion
the tainted sirens wail and groan on tossing grids
battering plots and curses in bile purses
to the lame and the beggars
the mermaids are stranded on burning rocks
the Town criers rings a bell with no rung
and yells weeks old news now stale
the whisperers are trading iniquities and grovelling
with the ferryman for more time
a black foreboding cloud covers them all
they all breath fear in a a breeze of pervading fear
they see themselves and see nothing
they have been conquered by themselves
their winter is with them
yet the sun is shining and the skies are blue
from whence and nowhere a lone voice thrills
'look within yourselves...look within yourselves

Oh...please let them perform their skits
let the ***** the bile that troubles their beings
insignificantes have to peddle their visibilities
how else can they justify their defunct prowesses

Ply deluded unpower, rabble rouse *******
play the blame game, cowardly pick safe targets
lie and fabricate and use coercive control to rope in mugs
the lame in solidarity, mindless bullies limp in numbers

Yes, we've effected Trading Places on our Target
watch him collapse, suffer and crumble scream lame sadists
he'll soon commit suicide, breakdown and ruined like us
erase him, back to square one, change his life forever we go.

Over twenty-five and counting still and counting still
look at our shameless western agitators, crooks and wastrels
from gutters and underneath stones they crawl and peep
unable to comprehend the failure of asinine experiment

Oh please let them twist and turn and hedge their bets
let them save their grotesque lying faces and wipe off the eggs
why humiliate cowards when they're nonentities inherent
so please let them justify their venting of attrition

so please let them play their game of ruining lives
trading places will relieve their angst and frustrations
uninspired poets now have sources of inspiration to satiate pains
miseries seeks company, delusions are wanton needed escapisms

the jihadists terrorists do their heinous barbaric beheading
homegrown barbaric agitators do death by a thousand cuts
sadists getting their jollies under false pretences while sipping tea
Hurray for Hollywood, hurray comrades, can't wait till we RULE!

They say
he gives nothing away
and indeed
why should he
he lets them do all the
hard Labour
they are used to it
they were born into it
staying low is always easier
for them
its a gene thing

I have been to places
you will never reach
I have seen things
you can never see
so borrow my eyes
but please do not look
at yourselves
for if you do
you will be very disappointed
a whole lot more
than you already know

I can be reminded a millions times and more
it does nothing to stir my real emotions
for my emotions were on  a vacation
the few moments you were around
and they never met or knew you
my eyes remember the old you
not that you of latter days
that was a stranger to me
shocking,unmemorable
now all's indifference
cause my feelings
never met you
then, today
and now
bye

As all you WASP should know
in our manor of east London in Blighty
when a white crooked family infamous in the manor
burgles their neighbor who are hardworking and law-abiding
These family of thieves and burglars are the underdogs
and deserves all support to cover their crimes
Furthermore all should be done to discredit
and ruin these neighbors who are victims
We WASP know blacks have no right
to live decently and comfortably
so they should be persecuted
hounded, terrorized
slandered, hated
humiliated and
isolated, and
gangstalked
like we used
to do in the
Deep South
Please bear in mind we are the Superior race
and we are the only ones entitled to anything
Please remember, persistence is the key
    ( As you were, WASP brothers and sisters )

Winter is coming

and in faded light the white-walkers cry

the drifts are in the drift of things melting

without substance and core agog-ed in chilled flippancy

heads hung in drivel they cast aimless spells in gauze satin

Shapeshifting maiden sacrificed to appease the white walls of pain

inchoate minds drums and beat hides in soundless menace and sins

the salt goddesses pine for fire logs within caves and stallions to ride

feeble and ungainly the white-walkers hurl spittle and bile in rancour

the lickers are licked in mind body and soul in chaste snow-blindness

the black knight in amour an ermine brandishes the sword of swords

and burns the hottest of flames in a kiln so rare and fine

all around the hot air of squawking swirls to nothing

the drifts of drifts hankers in igloos fermenting

winter is coming

That Cat is so slick
man! that dude's as slick as a prototype Maclaren's F1
In type, there's just no match around
academicals - he comes A Type
sound as sound can be, tungsten steel the frame
cool as dew with va va vroom to make toes curl
that Cat is just so slick

hey up, here come De Demoralization Mob
de  Tonton Makout of mama Doc Macafethievies
that doyen of house-burglars and her mob de Anarchy
criminal gangstalkers and the dime-a-penny mob
tasked with the job of pulling down a Colossus unstained

That Cat is just so slick
in dazzling casual style arrayed
with wit and wisdom expressed with panache
in any work or labour always tops the league outright
the quickest of mind, the sharpest of tools, he's just that smart
yet as laid back as the sweetest wine, yet as strong as Balkan *****
that Cat is so slick

Hey up! see the tonton Makout, brainless zombies droning
full of crap in mindless quest twisting in revolting mire
attack-dogs with rotten teeth, snapping and snarling in rabid throe
the going-nowheres of today venting frustrating and eating cancers
them dregs of the simpletons brigade and cannon fodder society

That cat is just so slick
a fine specimen of the real man in a real place
self-assure and vapoured in quiet confidence that's proven
the sensibility of sages, the cheeky humour of designers lauded
a masterpiece of a lover, a renowned craftsman of romanticism
oh to sing like a nightingale and write like he made the language
he cruises in effortless grace like you sail smoothly on the high seas
wow that Cat is exceptionally sleek

Hey up! here trudges the tonton Makout of Ghostville
verbose empties drunk on nonsense ales spewing doom and doom
two score years of anodyne dirges, a thousand dingos doing tangos
eating ****, spewing crap, paid a penny for fermenting forcasts
ding-bats doing the ding **** without any ding-dongs to show
miseries of their inadequacies projected in abject forms and style

That Cat is just so so slick
the host with the most, the Legend that make them feel unworthy
the thinking womans' dream, the *****' dearest wish, the man good
titled and honorable, straight as a dime, sincere, caring, he's just all
the sane mothers will see the son they wished they had
tonton Makouts sees that which they can never be, no matter what
They are never play in that League, all they want is to break a leg
jealousy and envy haunts them in radiated fumes, they choke
that Cat is just so slick and cool and he's the real Deal.....

I'm not into numbers
I'm into quality, I am sapio-******
not into cheap thrills, not governed by crass lust
my self value and self worth means more to me than a ****
I'm no notches on green branches or a tinpot vessel to fill the space
To each its own, I ain't laying any laws just saying that's not for me
So why should I care, pray do tell me, when I never put it out to you
never can say he made a pass, not my thing to use my body as such
was surprised that last time, first time I saw you flirting coquettishly
inviting a touch with pointed finger, I panicked and blushed so hotly
I knew what you are yonks ago, so my mind never saw you that way
I hear tales that make no sense to me and I stopped wondering why
thoughts of you neither pleases nor displeases, there's nothing there
remembrances makes me laugh cause I closed curtains as I wished
"My time is up, I can go now" you the Joker did not know, I did....

Our Salts are full of zests if not dry and superfluous....think

Work this out
brainlesses of Anglessy
the sort of mind that can be hi-jacked
or confused
would have upped and left yonks ago
do your worst entitled racists cowards
you haven't even gone past the first layer yet....

Round up twenty random men
test us in all things masculine
bet you, I'll feature in the best three
what makes you think I am limited
what makes you think a woman completes me
there are five lonely women to one man
more like ten to one for professional women
and fifteen to one for the single mothers with children
your divorce rate is the highest in Europe perhaps the world
your men are fickle, unromantic, most immature and some useless
emotionally cold boys only interested in drink and football
if not sat playing Call of Duty, like juveniles and dopes
while the hapless women run  the show and all
a prince among men with nearly everything
distinctions galore, wise and loving
caring and giving, body mind and soul
confident, charming, true and cool
if you think he sits lamenting
or crying tears in loneliness
while lames are your choices
more fools them is obvious
its your ****** loss
its your ****** loss
that's the truth
simple as that