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

as the baby cry all night
the mother said
you may keep me awake all night
but you are keeping yourself wake
all night too
relentless works both ways
but who is expending more effort

Perhaps if they were fed with silver spoons
they'll know that bullies
are just weak inadequate cowards with
underlying problems they are hiding
who pick on others in their league
to make themselves feel significant
If they pick on their superiors
they are easily dismissed
as fools and mere laughing stocks
What's funnier than an armless man
turning up to play Lawn Tennis
at Wimbledon
So without the silver spoons
the least they can do is wear silver chains
and most off them cannot afford that
and anyway it wouldn't make them
any less dumb
its a birth right thing.....hahaha

There are two reasons
why some people don’t mind their own business.
One is that they have no mind,
and the other is that they have no business.

Positive people are like protons.
They are always surrounded by negativity.
But, they always stay in the centre.

We are prisoners between the walls of our beliefs

It's really easy to fight a war
when you have people to fight it for you
for whom you have least care

“I'm writing this not as the prince I was born but as the man I have become,"
Sorry, but you all can't do the same
its shows so glaringly
Its not my fault
why blame me

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 .....

Some know
Some do not know
Some know just a little
Some know just enough
Some know a bit too much

But knowing is not knowing
For what is known is not known
As knowing is knowing that knowns are unknown
And knowing unknowns is knowing that knowns are unknowns
for unknowns are known only by knowing that unknowns are known
And it is knowing that knowns are known unknowns but knowns
That the unknowns become the unknowing unknowns knowns

Is it faith

is it fate. is it fated

Is it fated faith

What do you know

As sure as Day...really!
Your day is night somewhere else
Taxes....sure a certainty...but an ephemeral institutionalized paper trail
Death...yes, gone forever to you, but how do you know
Might be living elsewhere unknown to you and I

So know that knowns are unknown
The truth is out there somewhere....unknown but known

Remember your truth is you...are you known but unknown

Please take a seat
relax, have a drink
It will come sooner or later
definitely, it will arrive at some point
of that I am positive, yes, very positive
is it recognizable? I think so, yes you'll know it
actually some do and some don't, but that's unimportant
oh! you don't know its name, but you invited it, did you not know
No, you do not remember, yes! a lot of people tend to forget, they do
oh! yes, the name, I never forget that, I know its name only too well
It goes everywhere with its dear life-long partner called Retribution
Its name is KARMA and its coming, do not forget that name KARMA
for it never forgets any name on its list of invitees, it never forgets!
Yes, as sure as Day and Night, its coming....

The words are written in white ink
on a white paper in darkness
about a white world where everything is white
its a white story
and I can't read a thing
I do not know this story

That heart we shall take
and in our domain do with it as we like
for from the dawn of time, from Eve to Aquarius
they have taken ours and done with it as they like
assuming mastery and ownership of all before and beyond

Show me one Venusian
who has not been hooked, spliced and pounded
with the hewed torso, spinning drills and cruel lies
only to use the wombs, replicate and flounce off unconcerned
to pollinate anew, stains of seeded droplets as sod-all legacies

Hawk, the tides have turned
we take war to the Martians and avenge all the fallen
in chains, in pain, starvation, bloodlust and wicked torture
they see flowers and honey, now we show them fangs and Serpents
in this new age, we wear the crowns, ours is the trumpets of Rome

Hail the victorious music of Venus
heady, ringing, it floats far and wide to Rubicon and beyond
we have slaughtered, taken towns and cities all over this our Earth
None is barred now, we walk in Lions den and sit at the top tables
we do as the Tyrants, we will put all dinosaurs to the cold steel sword

Yet, as always, Power corrupts
a Martian sits in Venusian dock, never an innocent you'll find
the truest lover, the kindest heart, caring, honest, straight and true
denounced and framed, his crime, to speak the truth without fear  
For Venusians, devastated for centuries by Tyrants' lies and flaws
could not abide the one Martian who says it as it is and would not lie    

So, his heart, they will take
and their domain they will do with it as they like
for from this new age, from Eve to this, our present days
we will take all dissenting hearts and do with them as we like
assuming serpentine mastery and ownership of all before and beyond

**** **** poke and point
get the snow sheep baaing and baying
see the vacuous hot air trail from long noses
laden vapours sniffing lemmings dreams in misty fogs

Numbers fades dwindling
opened eyes now see murky mud tracts
more and more sheep escaping from the pens
breathing away from pollution fresh truth in mindful glees

**** **** poke and ****
let the denser sheep come out and bay
heads are small and they're woolly and thick
lets **** them and feed them lest they dream their fates

The Party told you to reject the evidence
of your eyes and ears
It was their final, most essential command

George Orwell. ( 1984 )

and so we do blue sky thinking
and write Jane Eyre romances
and play Country music
the love do somebody wrong types
and ask angel to sing Italian opera
for the Party has commanded us

The Party told you to reject the evidence
of your eyes and ears
It was their final, most essential command



https://youtu.be/HTzGMEfbnAw

The Pope talks and people listen
because they love and respect a man of God
All Presidents talk and people listen
because they has been given the mandate to rule
The Teachers talk and most learners listen
because they know they want to acquire knowledge
Parents talk and children listen
because they are guided and trained
The Police talk and most will listen
because they serve and protect us and the Law
The Clergies and heads of Faiths talks and followers listen
because they believe they are representatives of the Faiths
A lover talks and the partner listens
because they love and care about each other
Nonentities, angst-ed, frustrated, envious jealous, semi-illiterate
weak, ignorant, bigoted, racist, inadequate bunch of pale-faced
cowards talk and trolls
Please tell why should anyone listen or care
You have to be respected, informed and appreciated
to earn my attention
How many of us have stopped to listen
to that poor ***** seated by the street corner
Talented people are thinking suicide because of Twitter trolls
cowardly insane inadequate bullies are driving innocents to death
No way in a thousand years will I succumb to sick inferiors
their words do not register with me
why, tell me would worthlessness have meaning
I am too worthy for that and I know it undoubtedly
Like I know who my parents, the Pope, the Presidents, my Teachers, my Priests, myself and other worthy people are....

I appointed him
it was not his choice
Its by Divine Ordination
its by Gracious Divine Appointment
So
If you have any complaints however
or
Its bothers you to maddening extent
please
send your emails and complaints
to the Greatest Man Above
please mind your language
your grammar and spelling mistakes
are excusable
but those with English as your first
language
will not be pardoned
cause we are fed up with your ignorance
and stupidity
Even The Greatest Man says something's
are unforgivable
And He's marked you down as habitual
trouble makers
Always acting above your station
thinking you're gods and goddesses
The pandemic has taught you nothing
the rest of Europe has now locked their doors
to you
forty Nations know you're slimy disease carriers
Retribution is coming
Winter is coming
Your heartless cold blood will run colder
Its by Divine ordination

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'.

The semi-illiterates think in pictures and signs
the intelligentsias think in logic and informed reasoning
the sheep and herds are slave to group-think in mindless unity
the wholesome accomplished erudite matured owns their minds
the crude and simple make asinine deductions in simplistic manners
the trained educated minds has logical and seasoned references to hand
one which states
"The heart of a fool is in his mouth, but the mouth of the wise man is in his heart"
so spare the fools your contempt or reasoning's, for
“Talk sense to a fool and he calls you foolish.”
the semi illiterates thinks in semi-illiteracy and knows the colour of water
so better to know when in their midst that
“A wise man gets more use from his enemies than a fool from his friends.”
the intelligent person knows that
"Any fool can criticize, condemn and complain - and most fools do."
and that
"Trickery and treachery are the practices of fools that have not the wits enough to be honest"

The truly intelligent person is one who can pretend to be a fool
in front of a fool who pretends to be intelligent
so lets leave them
to their anchors and triggers
those are the educational aids that instructed their simple minds

A maelstrom of the fiercest
pitiless, uncompromising and heinous in extreme
a rampage of the most calamitous wickedness
the extreme annihilation begging a hanging extermination
But where, oh where did that calmness in midst traverse from
when bigger mortals would have chosen a rope or a leap from high
knowing God's man was not so designed to **** air in radioactivity
yet he stood where all would've have solaced to sleep till judgement
But where, oh where did that calmness in midst traverse from
the warm blooded are adverse to grotesque horrors and pain
the cushioned mind is not immune to Hades dissembling
or stand in duel with the wrath with a thousand guns
or watched unmoved as sinews are brutally hatched
and ****** is poured on glorious builds and deeds
scorched and grounded like microbes to worms
while hideous subhumans laugh in grave glee
oh where did that calmness stem from
he stood and looked within deeply
dug deep to very core
where Adam resided
and saw clearly
Nothing there
resembled
remotely
all that
was
happening around him
his soul had no
receptacles
to link
dark
ness

They are carping, wittering, babbling and waffling
too old, no seat belt, didn't apologise, no protection
they cackle, burble, utter twaddle, prattle and jabber
those faceless cowards from their high-rise bastions

Good old Phil shows them Blue is blue now and forever
Who hears fools bleating or pay attention to unwashed
Next day a brand new car and back at the wheel no fear
To the Palace born are bloodlines bred and unvanquished

Where were your fathers and ancestors when nations called
who were the Men who took leadership and stood strong
Who showed wisdom, bravery and gile while others balked
Who built the Kingdoms and stalked the lines all night long

Sovereignty is in the blood not bought or sold in Ale houses
Our Ancestors fought and died for Kings and Kingdoms
while some cower or hid under maiden's skirts in blabling fright
Now they talk of republic and tattle equality in dolts wisdom

Go ply your wares in your alehouses and red market squares
your fitting insignificance is the coats that your cowardice wears
when you earn your spurs come talk to me and share my fares
If your forefathers were man enough your envy would shed no tears

So go chatter your natter and twaddle your prattle in Seattle
You're nothing but offsprings of knaves, turn-coats and cowards
We fought and strived to build the Nation so you lot could settle
Our bloodline is ordained Divinely and regardless onward and forward

They called them the chattering masses
says they have freedom of speech but little else
right they said, we shall use that freedom to the fore
so they chatted morning noon and night from dusk to dawn
and they chatted and chatted and chatted and chatted and chatted
about anything and everything including farting and **** and more
and their Leaders says, that is good diversion we have here, very nice
as long as they are chatting they can't see all that's wrong in their lives
they can see all that's wrong with themselves and we keep them blind

And so it took the peasants from the town of Muppetsomia
them air-heads, fools, buffoons, dopes, manics and lumps
two scores and a ten years to grasp the concept of subtlety
but alas too late, as all they do is always so lame and *******

Please pardon them for all they know are fellow Muppettians
in trailer trash community where idiocy is inherent in everyone
and by Jove, they do get riled and agitated when they see strangers
for they can never understand that others do not think like them

The Muppettians shout scream all day saying ******* they only know
they say they are planting seeds to grow in Muppettians minds
because they were brought up on dud seeds planted from birth
and the idea of anybody having a mind of their own is meaningless

And so it took the peasants from the town of Muppetsomia
them air-heads, fools, buffoons, dopes, manics and lumps
two scores and a ten years to grasp the concept of subtlety
but alas too late, as all they do is always so lame and *******

And they run from realities
the same way they run their superficial lives
they know nothing and everything
and as they run from themselves
they slam into themselves
only to see nothing
only to find something
unknown
they were never masters
only messengers
of the Un-Thinkers and Ignorance
in days and nights in white satin

Knock, knock...
Oh hell...Who's there?
Devil!
Devil who?
Devil May Care!
Go away, I don't give a dime

Knock, knock...
Oh ****...Who's there
Devilish!
Devilish who?
Devilish Intentions
Go away, for you it's eternal damnation

Knock, knock....
Oh My God...Who's there
God Forsaken
God Forsaken who?
God Forsaken Devil
Go away, You will always be eternally Forsaken

Knock, Knock.........
Oh...My Father in Heaven, who's there
It's Love
Love who?
Love of Jesus Christ
Arise  My beloved Son, in you I am well pleased!


Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High
    will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.[a]
I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress,
    my God, in whom I trust.”

Surely he will save you
    from the fowler’s snare
    and from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with his feathers,
    and under his wings you will find refuge;
    his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
You will not fear the terror of night,
    nor the arrow that flies by day,
nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,
    nor the plague that destroys at midday.
A thousand may fall at your side,
    ten thousand at your right hand,
    but it will not come near you.
You will only observe with your eyes
    and see the punishment of the wicked.

If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,”
    and you make the Most High your dwelling,
no harm will overtake you,
    no disaster will come near your tent.
For he will command his angels concerning you
    to guard you in all your ways;
they will lift you up in their hands,
    so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
You will tread on the lion and the cobra;
    you will trample the great lion and the serpent.

“Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him;
    I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
He will call on me, and I will answer him;
    I will be with him in trouble,
    I will deliver him and honor him.
With long life I will satisfy him
    and show him my salvation.

Hey!
what makes you think
Royals have the same emotions
as commoners
If they did
they would be commoners
and one thing they are not
is ordinary
or common
they don't grow on trees you know
and they know commoners
are
common
you see them everywhere
doing same old common things
and full of pettiness, envy and useless hate
whining, moaning, bleating and groaning
coarse, uncouth, base, silly and oh! so limited
conflicted affected belligerent and witless
and like the best deranged simpletons
they are good at
cutting off their noses to spite their faces
and they see slight and insults every where
'woo, ya you, wat yer looking at,
yer want some'
yeah mate
but you've got nothing to give but your brawn
and dull asinine actions
'yer, you think yer better than me'
'No Sunshine, you're proving that quite adequately
by yourselves'

Swiftly and decisively
I snapped the strings and rescued you
a useful idiot you shall not be

you sailed so far alone
for the meddlers have been in  your home
raking confusion and dissent

dulling crescent moon
burying truths for westward golden oil
buying blood for greenbacks

they open minds' doors
and teach your floors are your ceilings
to help you climb only to fall

show you bright lights
and peel your reasoning with vanish
bleaching the values of sages

walls of your temples
are broken 'n turned into a circus ride
a Merry-Go-Ride at a price

And in ankle chains
and obfuscating snow gala in wonderland
they toss you on to skate naked

had to spare your dignity
let you walk away without singing for supper
or pay dowry to the Innkeeper

Swiftly and decisively
I snapped the strings and rescued you
their puppet you shall not be
not under my watch

In witless vacume
the onerous tones rages
wittering on bout withering
the plastics in ageless idiocies
pray see they themselves have found
the elixir of youth and are all adorned with ageless beauty
nay their mothers are without wrinkles
and their men are all pedos
who feed on the youngs
and worships virgins

Talk not of maturity
see not the depth of wusdom
shout no to experience seasoned
look not your contemporary but a token
and revel in meaningless drivels of the unripened
join them the superficial plastics and play with foam dolls
discount that some actually prefer maturity
the older the berry sweeter the wine
drink not to laugh at dummies
the one track mind sheep
is merely opposing
being sheepish

And the untitled are free-styling
puking rap testimonies from ***** life
in the morose of dense they are sledging
lower urbanites dribbling frustrations in strife

And the insignificants are jiving
boneheads playing roundheads is rife
inane Mensheviks chickens in dud pirouetting
the toy town soldiers in the psyche war at sixes and five

Our Tonton Macoutes are dribbling
bonkers in bunkers brigade of feathers lite
devoted crasheroonies snoozefests hogs bleating
its war of roses comrades stop the Prince getting a wife

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

From the south to the North, from the West to the East

we built hardy galleons that sailed us over the seven seas

from our sacred little Island we ruled the waves to feast

we raided and plundered and did it all with guile and ease

where that failed we routed red flowing blood from the beasts



Our power speaks from blazing guns merciless true and fast

give us your treasures your women or very soon you decease

give us your history and traditions and all things good and vast

and we will leave you in a mess and and give you a killer disease



We smile thinly while confusing you and taking you from your past

put alien ideas in your hollowed out heads and rule you with decrees

divide and create discord and separate brothers into warring caste

will reign over you and we are politicking masters that do not appease



Our forked tongues twist with serpentine grace that leaves you aghast

our varied coloured eyes belies we are all soulless and don't hear please

our god is money and wealth and power and ******* unsurpassed

We set sail to ravage, destroy, divide, plunder and put you on your knees

Come on poor peasants
you are on point today, still so much opposition to do
play that chess board in your mind, keep the King in check
sing of **** and rash and big bellies and athlete foot
there's the Italian angle and remember the trust thing
you can't give up now, still so much seeds to sow
be more imaginative and creative
we need the subliminal indoctrination
or else your opposing is worthless
so get to it and create more accounts
and double or treble your efforts

When I was born
I was not from Day One

Registered as a member of a Minority

in fact nothing's minor or minority about me

I was a big baby from a big family by big parents

so the idea of mobbing means nothing to me

I do not and will not feel less amongst many

my heart and soul breaths free unfettered

proud of my origins, heritage and traditions

my Creator did not call my soul minor

neither did He/Her put me in chains

or made me dumb and deaf

bountiful are my Blessings
I'm grateful an unafraid

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.........

Well, if you think you can make some sort of contact
with a real life genuine Royal
you would, wouldn't you
its the nature of the beast, you can't help yourselves
perhaps its the hope that some of that royal shine
might rub off you
being the impressionable little things you are
phew! thank Heavens
I don't have that problem......