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

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

Alea iacta est

Nonsensical deconstruction of the sublime
by the Lowest common denominations

Fatuous misrepresentations of diluted empricism
in the mangle of adious incapables

The mass strangulated death of reasoning
luxuriating in copious vacuities

Hail the Power of bacon as it is to Pigs
sizzling fried Imperialism
BLT sandwiches for all the pyschopaths
throw in
a round of chips

Girls Code, sisters code
see how honourable your ethics are
one for all and all for one
but Karens auspices is nowt but a pack
of lies and distortions
devious ruses to cover a crime and
hide shameful disgrace

Karens has soiled the honour
criminalised your laudable sisterhood
gangsters now run the show
lying to you and bleeding arsenic
into your tender pores
your network is no longer solidarity
or a haven of shared unity

Look see now the Sisters Code
of Myra Hindley and Rose West in unison
criminals and evil Nazis
Karens on mission to wreck and destroy
its Chris Joan Linda and Cindy
evil liars slanderers and grapevine polluters
a man of colour in crosshairs

True Sisters Code is not criminal
birthers of Mother Earth
life force and best gift of Creation
Karens of self-loathing
riddle with racist hate and envy
tears happy lives apart
and seeds to others narcissists brews

Bow's Sisters Code is Karens code
the one bad toxic apple
that rots the barrel of all good apples
an honest sound decent male
the purity and sincerity of a loving wife
mangled at your alter of deceit
serpents of satan in grapevine dishonourable

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'll tell you this toadstools supplants
My happiness will not be ruined by people who can not find their own.
It is easy to live for others, it's the favorite pursuits of the incomplete . I call on you to live for yourselves.
For you have fears that you trust
and these fears know only too well your strengths
becoming the prince of all you are
Shallow minds are mere copies of prevailing winds
A fleeting flossy essence with no self worth
A copy worth less than an original
A person places themselves on
a level with the ones they praise.
He that undervalues himself
will undervalue others, and
he that undervalues others
will find even less
in himself
A man can stand a lot if he can stand himself
Those that can't vent in hate
Morale is self esteem in action

Real self-worth can’t be earned.
Real self-worth comes from understanding the truth
about who you are and understanding that your value
is infinite and absolute no matter what.
This is the only way to enlightenment,
balance and inner peace.”


When there is no enemy within, the enemies outside cannot hurt you.
~ African Proverb

A Direct Descendant of
My Father, My fathers Father, My father's Father Father
My Father#s father's Father's father
I am just a direct descendant
a direct descendant that continues
to make History

“To become stronger than your opponents,
learn more than them.
To become happier than your opponents,
love more than them.
To become greater than your opponents,
learn and love more than them.
If you are smarter than your enemies,
you are steps ahead of them.
If you are wiser than your enemies,
you are miles ahead of them.”

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'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....

Hear the sonorous whimpers of faded dragons
groaning the last breath gasps of fallen might
and from extinct inglorious days
hear now the bitter last hurrays' of the ******
in acrimony they wail like a coeliac new born
tis the dampened pained roars of wounded beasts
tis the infused grumblings of cantankerous old codgers
tis the frustrated drivels of angst ridden underachievers
tis the mad morbid utterances of daggle of caged psychopaths
tis the snivelling moronic backchats of a hackle of prized cowards
tis pent-up furies and irate emotional disparages of unsatisfied wives
tis the hot latent lamentations of morose taciturn misery-guts
tis the narcissistic forage of the despoiled academician
whose diseased beast within syringed narco-fixes
in the noises of  hallowed codswallops
tis the dumb mutterings of idiots
tis the inane jabbering runts
tis the anodyne venting
of ghouls and ghosts
the wailing noises
of cultists coerced
and chained in
rebellious
hope

Wounded weasels all conflicted
greened with envy matting's all covered in muck
bitter inadequate coward crawlers smarting with jealousy
nonentities devoid of any significance seeking to anesthetize their pain
the born paranoids trying to induce paranoia
the depressives of Europe, pill poppers unrivaled wanting converts
the inept socially unskilled and gauche plonkers talking love
***** buckets winnies picked ****** and dropped by numpties
talking about love of which they know nowt about
useless simpletons regurgitating asinine mind **** by dummies
low scales playing mind-games of the juvenile semi-illiterates
cliched jokes of oiks, hicks and inferiors in-matures
One black
they're still yapping like dogs
street laborers pitting witlessness
minds brought for a penny by indian taxi drivers
offering anodyne drama to their betters
boring ineffectuals chalkies
ignorant racists drunk on comic book anarchy
soap dodgers united looking for diversion
from their **** and diseased minds
contemptibles contempts
feeding times pale worms.........

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

Your displeasure is yours alone
I take no pleasure in reminding you
you do that by yourselves
but I do have the pleasure of knowing this

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

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

And he roped the dopes
and with sense, he watched
and they slugged and punched
and lashed and feigned and jabbed
and he side-stepped and watched and smirked
he said, my name is Mohammed Ali and I'm the greatest
and you are nothing but a dope and you are wasting your strength
and for your information, this is called 'Rope-a-dope and I ain't the dope

It is what it is
the thinkers know the score
the non-thinkers join the queue
and when the confused
are sent to confuse
its a laborious task in shoddy
momentum
and even in glaring neon light
its still all dim dum dim
clowns to the left of me
jokers to the right
here I am
still laughing at it all








https://www.tiktok.com/@thenarcissistwhisperer/video/7343385372581367086?isfromwebapp=1&senderdevice=pc&web_id=7345018639093614113

Hello Clone
my dear old friend
you've pleaded again for my help
you've said 'speak up for me, speak up for you'
but Cloney this is about you and very little about me
yes, we look alike and sound alike
maybe walk alike and smile alike
but in all honesty
that's about it

You know right from the start
there were three of us
there's me
there's you Cloney
and there's them East End Gangsters and their flying monkeys
or the duped Useful Idiots, as some would call them
them gangsters and extortionist made you up Cloney
I just sat and watched, you Clone is who they dipped in the ****

Don't get me wrong, I am empathic and do see and know
how wrong, unjust, unfair and evil all these narcissistic psychos
are doing
but I have always given criminals and sad sick evil finks
a very wide berth so I do not their ways, style or even their language
scums, slimes, spivs, chancers, thieves, bullies, and gangsters don't impress me much, neither do ignorant weak useful idiots
we all live in different worlds

Clone I know they made you up
or 'fitted you up' as they put it in their street parlance
they've been throwing mud at you, character assassination
slander, defamation, misinformation and misrepresentation
discrediting you, degradation and trying to humiliate you
all because of their guilt and shame

They were criminals who stole from me and I stood up to them
they know they were caught bang to rights and they are guilty
they live in shame, disgrace and fear
they just have never been able to rest easy
so they need to bluff, intimidate, discredit and spread their miseries
they say 'attack is the best form of defence
its the criminals' way of life, its how they live, its what they do

So Clone, I'm sorry at what they're doing to you
I have watched all this wishing I could help in some way
despite it all being very close to me I have managed to keep at arms length
these're  pathetic contemptible people with nothing going for them
there's really no comparisons between me and pond dwellers

I've never been the lowlife that steals from my neighbour
never been an alcoholic druggie needing to steal to buy drugs
or thieving frustrated ******* trying to sell their bodies to the black man next door
like I stated, its a life or world I know little about
and that drives them into volcanic rages  
you Clone have been selected as sacrificial lamb at the altar
of Pond life, Crooks, Guttersnipes, the Displaced and Vulgarism
all I can do is pray for you
and fight my boredom

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

When you seek to hijack a royal brain

make sure you know the size of the royal crown

if you do not know the size you will not have the Royal brain

and then you will will discover  a very important secret

there is no size to a royal crown

You don't know me
you know the single story told
the clone of distortion and misrepresentation
the single fabricated story
aimed at all the latent prejudices going
challenging, blindsiding and brainwashing you
the single story that nails hatred in your minds
of someone you don't know
other than how he was misrepresented to you
the single story that talks of greed
rather than the truth of an honest decent hardworking man
the single story
that missed out the envy and jealousy of racist criminals
who were so pained to see a lovely peaceful decent couple
living a happy wholesome life
the racists who saw a lovely flat and later described it as a palace
with hidden treasures
the single story that left out how they started bullying
and doing all kinds of racist passive aggressive ploys to intimidate
the single story that left out twice breaking into their flats
the single story that left out trying to offer ****** favours
in return for more gifts and money
the single story that omitted how hell hath no fury than a woman spurned
the single story that fabricated the one who thinks he's better than us, that fabricated 'the big I am' 'the pompous toff'
all absolutely untrue
the single story that whipped up general hatred, played on fears
and prejudices, broke up a loving relationship and a happy home
ruined careers and turned diligence, hard work and aspiration
into greed
the single story that makes fools of believers
proving that people will always believe what they want to beleive
regardless of the truth
the well crafted single story laced with poison and bile
cooked in malicious dripping evil in slanderous iced pure lies
as befitting professional racist criminals
with all to hide
and guilt, shame, disgrace and ignominy
seeping through every pore

If the mill laborers know what I know
about celestial being as known in jestful pun
these clowns of the roving feral s casting lore of dubious yarns
thinking imbecility resides in all as they resides in it
the assumptions of wishful vacuous to fester mind
if the opaque laborers know what I know
their aims redundant as always eggs would wear faces
and pointless endeavors will carry owned banners
the over thirty years jokers still blinded to the reverse
Hail the laborers at the mill, hail the jokers with witless tastes
they sabotaged lifts and all walked but nothing was gained
they huffed and puffed and blew themselves to absurdity
they planned and plotted only to see boredom engulfed the crowd
theirs is to do the foot-slog, ours is to laugh at the Wigan pier
what is idle rest, I laid my hay long ago and made my peace
If the mill laborers know what I know
they will see wasters working hard to make more waste
for theirs is to work and fret, fret and work
from birth till death to ghosts already pale from .....

We teach the teachers
as we see the fears
their paradise lost
their nightmare a reality

The cotton fields are gone
clouds vapid power
now pulling rabbits
out of hats in penny arcades

Sick minds need company
malignancy is all they offer
in defence of their evaporation
their days long gone
living in the catacomb of deceits
foam lives in sleight
the ivory towers have changed hands

The creation of nonsense exists from the greed of stupidity....

their forecasting is as blanched as they are
its heads in the clouds
blue sky forecasts
white noise and white blindness
snowflakes in drippy wet mirages
forecasting snow in summer
singing carols at Easter

And a lone ******* star
shines luminescent
the expansive white background
layered in exposure
whirling and twirling insipidly
in vain over-exposure
then disintegrating into flakes
soft vacuous drifts
to be blown any which way
the nature of nature's
fluffy flotsams never really real

Dripping in hemlock and arsenic they monstered out
dressed in designer bad intentions, garland in falsehood
singing lyrics obtuse crocked with triggers ridiculous
the faithful devotees of Baalite tales and the Third Eye
presented by thieves before the altar of the Envious Dins

Do we not know or see that time and tide waits for no one
or that years advance in body and soul as ages consume
we stand because we keep it real and honour and integrity
alien to some, still counts as much as the edifice of truthfulness
and a thousand gilded triggers by knaves, a thousand scorned

The blood drinkers can cut and sup my blood day and night
walls of Jericho be built to hold the soul of the golden eagle
and if honest sweat and endeavours denied, my brow won't lie
what have I to fear with this pair of untainted unsoiled hands
I've not cowered from the dense tongues of the dense malicious

Clarity is mine, my mind attuned because it harbors no ill wills
my memory perfect cause it absents lies and ploys to remember
my body in grace, fit and firm, no guilts or negativity to depress
my joys and spirit intact and flourishing for I drink in positivity
I hawken in gladness to all else like me for so rare is this 'beast'.

Shamed and outwitted by the ennobled
the white humiliated thieves and their tribal folks
cried 'attack is the best form of defence'
they could not defend the right to work in honest toil
nor right to respectability and lawfulness
neither could they defend racist hatred and equality
but to steal from a black is totally defensible
this particular one dared judge them and called common scums

Disgraced and humiliated the white thieves
called out the mob to dish out hell's fire and brimstones
does that black sleep with fishes or slow death
Macaffertys of Eastside have been threatened with exposure
get the gangs out there's a crow to rub out
use all options available from character assassination to wipe-out
hound harass stalk gas-light discredit intimidate
fabricate misinform Disinform sabotage destroy block and isolate

Black man withstood all knowing his innocence
Macaffertys terrorize the neighbourhood stealing all around
to us next door they started extorting weekly money
bullying making veiled threats and emotional intimidation
when the weekly payout stopped they burgled
No more says black I am not going to let you play games with me
you're racists you're thieves your are lowlife criminals
the game in town these days is called Republican Revolution
also know as Criminal gangstalking a black who stood up to them

To maintain their enslavement
keep them away
from the top table
and leave them in their caves
is to concentrate
their simple minds
on one target to distract them
refocus their angst
whip them to frenzy
blind them from the bigger picture
mix & confuse them
with fake ideologies
stir in dumb populist propaganda
fool their dumb *****
encourage ignorance
its really that simple
they are simple people
with big little egos and little big insensibilities