Yeah darl, I carry the heat of the sun

from my roots straight to my loving heart

in soft whispers of anytime groove I'm ready

I'm I not that one that is like no other standing

that lover with the slow hands and gentle moves

who make you purr like a cat and burn like incense

yet calm as the languid deep to roar into high waves

in the truculent motion of the fire rhythms in the deep

reaching places untouched to speak the in language of us

in our groove in our time in our space in our hot cool wetness

and in panting giggles and smiles of afterglow I will hold you close

and tell you again what you mean to me and the world around you

and it will be just you and in the starlight of a thousand shines its

still just you


https://youtu.be/Uc8wmLul3uw

If I've spent over thirty years
with material and emotional costs
on a project
constantly labouring morning noon and night
plotting, toiling, running helter-skelter, watching, waiting
and yet see no discernible results
other than an impasse of fools
and a paid hiatus for a benign blameless sage
while my incompetent labour force grows with added cost
and little to show but laughable tomfoolery
I would see that I am the one invalidated
and the project a sham
I would not need it in neon lights
to see
the white hot stupidity in me

Viva our Anarchist, viva our Revolutionaries
those magnificent dudes in their underwhelming cabral
with shining mad grins showing unwashed brown teeth
they devised another supernova anarchical dastard deed

Here comrade

we anchor his neighbour to his parked car outside
remember the neighbour is same national as the Mata Hari girl
we make the neighbour engage him about the car
just casual enquires and info about the car and knowing a possible
buyer for the car
off course there's no buyer
all this is just the anchoring bit

Then

We steal the car,yes we steal the ****** car
No one's gonna talk, we have them all in our pockets
we already told them he's loaded and a parasite
a leech bleeding us the working classes
everybody hates him, there are all on our side

Bingo.......!

He's gonna go spare, that will do his ****** head in
he's gonna think neighbour has something to do with the theft
he gonna hate that neighbour, he may even go confront him
but not only that, he's also gonna hate the Mata hari girl
because neighbour and Mata hari come from the same country
so that's his love life ruined and no friend for our man
Isolation quickens mental breakdown plus all the grief and stress


Ahh....is that devious or what ........
we're not anarchist for nothing
we create emotional hurt and pain for the man
we give him grief and stress, we frustrate the ******
we foil his plan to go meet the Mata hari gal
it's all suffering and depression all the way......

( But we know he's not meeting the Mata Hari girl,
we know there's nothing going on in that end )

( Yes, we know that, silly, but the punters we are using
as gang stalking perpetrators, don't know that)

(Keep up with things, we manipulate them and all the other
foot soldiers with lies, delusions, distortions and make them all think, they are controlling the man, do you want further training
we are rogues and con-artists, that's what we do, silly!)

Our intrepid leftist Anarchist have foiled a non-event again
The used and manipulated crowds are all smiling in satisfaction
A car has been stolen with community approval, another Tax they say.
The man has not hated or blamed his neighbour he is not an emotionally immature or unintelligent  fool
the man has not anchored any of this to Mata Hari, who is also
just a pawn as are all the other contributors to this saga

This is how the Anarchist Leftist divide people and infect communities with Hate, division, unrest and ill wills all round

This is the politics of Hate and Division
This is how things roll in Modern britain today......!

Hey John Bull, have you seen the news
how many men has your mama rogered
how many have dipped their wick in jute
don't coming singing the blues to me sunshine
for he without sins cast the first stone
when seen in the hay with john
you said it was just horsing around
ai't your papa's sister tripping the velvet
down Waterloo road with Alice from the pub
you talk of others lying and shifting
yet your brother is doing time at he Maj's pleasure
don't coming singing the blues to me sunshine
you good at pointing fingers, you ain't got no shame
open your door and show us all that stuff
that fell off the back of that flipping lorry
what about the dose you carry
that gift that gives on giving, have you told Mary
that her mother gave it to you last month
when you walked her home and found her
mum do it too while dad was in your sisters room
don't coming singing the blues to me sunshine
the world and it's sin hang round your block
everyone's got their lives to live and that's just so
so don't come playing preacher man, you ain't
no God squad, just another sicko, like all the others
don't coming singing the blues to me sunshine
Go look under your bed, all those **** pictures you hide
and you think nobody knows that woeful secret you keep
so stand and watch my window and see me moon to you
ain't got to point at others, while you watch your granny
rogering Benny the dog, it's just for fun says you nasty
toerag,
so live in fear and accuse others cause sooner or later
your house of cards will one day come falling down
so you, you and you and the **** preacher-man
go **** yourself and better pray, it's all gonna come out one day
don't coming singing the blues to me, sunshine

How many spend their lives on the surface
of it all
finding of the seeing
grazing off the enticing vista to heart's discontents
unknowing and unaware its about the depths
more so about the depths of the depths
only then to know
there is way more to the deep
and there you will find sages seated who will tell you
they are resting and building up strength
to begin to find their depths
how deep is your love of you and your lives
when they work eat sleep play and love
right in front of you hanging
on a gossamer thread
take shallow breaths and stay deep in the shallows

Must be the best mole ever
doing deep deep cover
so a fight if they must
but this ain't a fair fight
just cowardly bullying by numbers
because
what's remotely just or heroic about all this
I ain't having no part in coward's ruck
listen
I am deep deep deep undercover
have got your back and they'll never know
of course you ain't telling
I'll feed you the inside story
go there and make fools of them
I am your '*******' in this Ladygate affair
for we're made to nurture not to ruin
but not a whisper not a word
I am your mole, trust me
they'll never know
cause they trust me too

They are the essences
of all the verbs in their vocabularies
for when you so lack soul and spirit
that is all you know

Those with sound minds
capable of reasoning sanely
know that your utterances and deeds
say more about you than those aimed at
so why should it be contrary to see the senseless
tarrying scurrying and faffing in ridicule and tomfoolery
for in the realm of sensibilities integrity and owning responsibilities
would you have the State running adverts bout gambling responsibly
where the state recognizes that it has a sizeable population of morons
you better have a keen sense of humour and lower your expectations and know that some of us not only walk in the midday sun
but actually strip and lie in its full glare to wash ourselves
while waiting for another State advert to inform us
to be sensible about turning ourselves into
roasted red crispy bacon

I'll tell you a fairy-tale
with a **** ending
when
I am done

https://www.tiktok.com/@batoinspiration/video/7247897471878319366?isfromwebapp=1&senderdevice=pc&webid=7257567267499165211


In ivory towers cold blood run cold
the centuries hang to minutes of now
The diabolicals age but never get old
as it was it is now and do not ask how

Clouds rise and command the flood
heinous hearts here to make you bow
Dare you stand to be choked in a hold
with impunity we take what is thou

The only crown is Western and bold
mahogany is stripped bare to hollow
By soot **** well do as you're told
till morrow there's room in the cargo

We steal all your riches an your gold
leave you grief an miseries to swallow
its what we do in bloodlust we're good
we even get your kith and kin to follow

Ours to subjugate humiliate an enfold
we crush foreign nobilities to a fallow
Us the Chosen Sparkling whites unmold
gods & goddesses of control with no sorrow

Randy Andy
he did say quite contrary
to the plebs of wailing baying mob
naff off you ranks of lame unwashed
I may be down and out over and cancelled
but I still dress better than you
I still eat caviar and lobster thermidor
I still drink the finest wines from Chrystal glasses
I still sleep on four poster bed with luxurious Egyptian cotton bed linens
I still have Rolls Royces and grand limousines in my garages
I still have, contrary to your beliefs, more readies at Coutts than I'll ever need
and I have the trust and allegiance of the classy mother of my sprogs
and most important of all
I do not spend my time hating and trolling any body
most especially a mob of pleb loonies and anodyne outdated Bolsheviks
naff off merrily to your workhouses and picket lines
go pick on the darkies, the immigrants and the foreigners
those are the ones, you bunch of lowlifes focus on
as brunt's of your pathetic insignificance
Put that in your ****-pipes and choke on it,
Randy Andy, he did say, and not quite contrary

Darling Lilibert
Sorry to leave so sudden but I have arrived safely
met that chap St Peter at the wondrous gate
they most have been expecting me, never seen anything like it
though I couldn't make out the red carpet
Anyhow, when that chappie St Peter offered greetings
I asked him if he knew what a shave and a trim were
or if he was in training to be Santa, Heck, Xmas is still a long way off
Haven't met the Head Honcho yet, can you imagine
He wasn't waiting with that Peter fellow to meet me
and there was no Line of Honour, as well, guess they do things
differently up here
But, by jove, you'll never see magnificence like here anywhere else
dear love, Bucks Palace is a shed compared to buildings here
everything is just so heavenly and super magnificent
but guess what, nobody has even offered me a gin & tonic
I tell you that will soon change once I meet my Equerry
doesn't the **** man know he should be by my side now
Got to go
there are some beautiful crowd singing the most amazing songs
and some blowing golden trumpets, all dressed in dazzling white
I think they know I'm here now and they are ready to welcome me
I'll tell you all about it later
Keep up the good work, stay strong and I love you so much
and miss you already.

Dukie

PS. keep an eye on Charles, he's going to start upstaging you now
and that little one with the American floozie needs some talking to.
Remember you're strong and very able, so chin up Lilibert

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...........

Why would I rock with the foams
surging wet & airy lacking form & substance
why should I rock with foams
when all it does is kiss the sands & mingle with the dirt
why even contemplate the foams
frothy stained white suds  full of flotsam and rotten debris
why would I the rock of ages
be moved by the swells of the listless restless recessive mucky foams
I can see it lacks substance
and as it sprints & splinters in sodding grumbling disquiet
along captors boundaries & shoreline hideaways
I hear its ceaseless sad forlorn whispering songs & laments
layered in liquid fantasies as it trails for reach & a place to belong
puffed up foams of breezy no consequence
fated growth in bubbles only to ebb & return, return and ebb
Why would I rock with the foams
they are not solid

The mad starring eyes holds the giveaway
look within and see the fixation
wrinkled brows lined the receding forehead
a suffered soul with the pains etched on
thinning hairline and greying temples
beckons the imminent baldness not far off
scraggy unkempt moustachioed mouth
shades darkly into greyed unruly beard
around a weak Caucasian  chin and jawline
a bulbous nose sits in the middle of a face
neither remarkable or fetching

Look closer into the mad eyes and read the face
you'll see the little man still looking for a purpose
yet caught in a flummoxed of insecurities
caged in frightened gaze that bewitches vapidity
shooting pretentious visions underlaid with alarm
the arched eyebrows over sunken panda eyes  
gives a withering comical look that is quickly challenge
by that 'recently released from psychiatry detention' ambiance
of the man
he emanates pathos much like the ****** who claims
he's a stud
he fancies himself a poet on a quest and poses grotesque absurdities like a Galaxian quester shooting deers
the obsession of a pathetic loser that never grew up
the locum residential mad poet in fission fixation

From start to whenever
ITS ALL ARTIFICIAL
presenting the Con of our days
By
Macafferty and Racist Associates Production
directed and edited by Red Soc  Incorp Ltd
Screenplay and Scripts
by We make it up as we go along
Slander and character Assasination
Misinformation, misrepresentation, misdirection
Lies, Fabrications, distortions, Framing and Sabotage
Twisting, Minimasation, Undermining and demonization
Welcome to a vista of disingenuity
a diabolical creation packed full of the demented foulness
of criminal minds
the appalling manifestations of Deciets and ungodly Manipulations
where white is turned black and right becomes wrong
where we turn otherwise sensible people
into Useful Idiots and gormless Haters
Welcome to the magic of Mass hysteria and histronics
Welcome to the Nonsense Arcade
Come enjoy the thrills of Interacting escapism
and help your local Criminals understand how gullible and stupid
the Nine to five punters are
Manipulate them right and they'll believe anything
and even help you get away with a crimine and condone
injustices
Hey! its the way we tell' em
Its what we do.......

Hordes, hordes
frenzied hordes of Opposers
mass exterminators and uber cancellers
do we have to tell you how to do your duties
have you forgotten
you must concentrate more
on the betrayal and trust angles
though all contrived he's not to know that
there's meat there
look what does it say
when the target is teaching you
it says you're incompetent and asinine
you should know that's a rich area to exploit
no surprise he mocks us
highlight betrayal angle and twist
give it the what friend does that, add extra sauce
then expand the trust angle, bring back stabbing into mix
pour petrol and flame up untrustworthy, fake, hypocrite  and sneak
these are better than all
the unrequited love nonsense
they haven't even held hands, you berks
why do you think everybody are dolts like you lot
the target is laughing at you, *****
sweet Nora, talk of shambolic

When you  are a shinning Light
in and out
know immediately
you're OUT

but on point
stay blessed

They are blaming Mark Zuckerberg
social media have gone mad and toxic
the trolls have gone loco and rampant
but its not Mark's fault
for if you give mediocre(s)
opportunities they will always abuse
they are never worthwhile for attention
never been cool talented or relevant
mama too busy
papa too busy
let society raise the generation X
no depth no sense
lost in virtual reality and Car theft Auto
food unlimited
hyped up on energy pops
little minds do little things
additives and chemicals E14 PZ what
ravaging their bodies and minds
breeding tall coward spineless children
craving attention and hating those
who excel or seem to live more complete lives
in their negative worthless beings
the easiest thing to do is attack attack attack
while they hide away like the good self-loathing
mediocre insignificant troubled unfulfilled cowards
they are
its nothing to do with Mark Zuckerberg
he's just a smart brilliant billionaire



Some people have so little going on in their lives, they would rather discuss yours.

People who project negativity typically have low self-esteem. They feel badly about themselves, and their negativity is simply a reflection of those feelings

Why is the emotional pain
from the Dopes of Hazards
where is the expected breakdown
that's been predicted by our neon downers
the fulcrum Liars in their barracks for layabouts
still waiting for the nervous wreck their shame demanded
the solidarity of Racists and loonies hide behind the darkies
go research your indexes hear me say 'if I was white I'll be your PM
over Thirty years standing in land of pan fried bacon's sizzling away
dystopia of wretched insipid leftist vagabonds reeking of jealous hate
their deputy wrecked innocent life's with slanderous accusations
the head unmasked a doddering puppet of sickos hate-mongers
a Commission wants answers from liars claiming for the Many
the Jews and a black without rags are the prey in headlights
while the Nomenklatura feather their nests and gambol
and the Inner-tables divide spoils among themselves
on the streets they teach Hate and spread chaos
divide and rule is power to skim off as head
sexually assaulting and bullying dissent
reveal their secrets they slander you
dissatisfied Employee grinding axes
has Mental, personal problems
was on a grievance charge
Liars, liars from top to bottom
fool the people and smile at them
hype an innocent black man to cut him down
cause you're liars and Racists with no shame
you just want a patsy to show the fooled masses
what you cynically called 'Solidarity' power of the people
you're for the many you scream for all to hear, if so, tell us,
how many of you tell the truth, do you tell that you ruin life s
that you victimize, try to induce madness or drive people to suicide
while standing on soap boxes talking Equality, fairness and Justice
Here's Vase for you, put in the Red Rose that is withering as you lie




https://youtu.be/uF9W6YNYyJ8

what will they do without me
in this climate of mattering
when a knee invited pandemonium
and the Alaskan cannot hide in snow blindness
at least down the old Kent Road the Reddies are jiving
reasons to be happy as we vent or frustrations in the twist
but woe betide for our street puppets are decamping in clarity
wised up to the unsavory underbellies of the rigmaroles of lefties
known liars campaigning for the rights to steal and call such revolt
give us falseness and hate to cover our shame
let our underworld connections do the contract
call out the Ungland Defence League in guises
all in covert operation we went for take down
and pulled out all the stops
but never has this happened before
all the mud in the armoury
all the damaged sadists
could not bring me down
so come out one and all
what will they all
do without me

Come all ye misfortune-d converts of Cancellation
remember your wounds are yet unhealed
sorrows of your yester years and lack lustre todays
still hang those yokes around your necks
bring your pains and your angst in payments to strife
to vent and damage in malignant rages
enmesh your frustrations in tripping and foul sabotages
**** your kindred's losts' in warped regales
**** the Light and in murderous lust joy peace and harmony too
swallow the painkillers by dispensing miseries
So out your maddened beasts in dark rampages otherwise you die
your lives of ignominy in fervent hurts
please come take relief in cancelling for then and now you are mere viruses

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....

the pale pygmies sing the songs of pygmies
little minds singing little songs
with little meanings
from little minds
signifying
honoring
pygmies
compost
that will
not grow
their
little
tings
haha
hah
ha

They say familiarity breeds contempt
I say No
familiarity breeds intimacy
and intimacy can easily lead to Canal knowledge
which in my books
mean that sort of knowledge
can be easily dumped into the nearest canal
do you see my point

Oh for heaven's sake
crawl out and come tell
how my emotions are feeling today
pray spit the unrequited love theme
throw in the mine-oh-mine Italiano te amo
string out the aloneness and no mates billy
lets rant of time and old age with dreams
how's no nookie or kisses or a warm body
oh where is my broken heart and my tears
or sorrow and the anxiety courting depression
where is the broken mind and head full of doubts
what oh what are my emotions supposed to be doing
for this amiable indomitable spirit here sees providence
and the will of The Creator
and is graced in contentment and grateful joy
knowing to a million lives and in a million million places
there  are ten million people who would gladly take my place
yesterday today tomorrow

And the un-tired youths
with vigour and all the promises
of tomorrows
are seated in front of plasma screens
writing about the old and the tired
and we can see how the young
and vibrant
spend their youthful energy
and know who we feel more sorry for
as well as knowing that some minds
are already senile
even before the dotage years

the raves of Pentonville
deadbeat illusionists with spiteful minds
are decaying resident deejays
playing the anachronism of Lord Haw-haw
born warped and secondarily warped in radiation
idling in frustrated malaise
stricken in copious envy and marked in lesser viens
inadequate chalk hues regress in distaste
heralding ingrained programming
pick on a crown pick on a crown
for in clarity the superior light thus blind inferiors
and in primal and base forms
they find itching solace
in delusions and illusions
the dying art of prisoners in invisible and visible chains
anachronistic Lord Haw-haws now haha haha ghosts
of the lowly by the lowly and for the lowly

when you see ghosts
do not fear
their inane screeching
and boo-hoo warblings
are done to wind you up
look them in their pale faces
and laugh
they are deadbeats who thrive on fear
senseless and pointless they crave
recognition and validation
dumb and irrelevant they want
your minds to doubt and fear
ee the empty vapid miscreants
they are
do not dignify them with responses
how can a collective of hot air
change personality or impact
when the sops don't even have any
personalities themselves
caught in a loop of repetitive ghostly idleness
they're mere carcasses full of nothing
all they can do
is hide and scream boo-hoo boo-hoo

Nice to know you, I am Mr V. Greedy
You may call me Very
Very Greedy that's me
I came to England age seventeen caused I'm greedy
got a clerical job to fund my studies cause I'm greedy
for two years before Uni I at 18 was a rat in the race cause I'm greedy
Went to Uni but from but Saturday and Sundays 7 am to 7 pm
I was an Attendant in a Store working for my keep cause I'm greedy
Summer Hols and its a full-time job, 3 months hard slog
No lolling on a beach, already got a tan, no travelling except to work
No lazy days meeting with friends, no evenings down at the pub
got to earn to pay rent and food and turn out presentable
and save towards my fees, not home Student, got to pay
all these to do cause I'm greedy, cause I am Mr V. Greedy

For all years I strive and slogged, earned my keep and paid my Taxes
Never took anything from the State cause I am Mr V. Greedy
let Uni, straight into a job, twelve hours shift everyday
But no worries, this is what we all do, but of course I am Mr V Greedy
had a Car, had a wife who worked hard, had a lovely dog, had a life
But I am Mr Very Greedy and if you're greedy, thieves will visit  

So the white thieves burgled and stole our stuff
and when I protested they informed me quite nicely
that as I was Greedy, this is what happens to greedy people
and they have mates who will sort us out for being greedy
Now unemployed, I am still greedy though I have lost arms and legs, my pristine reputation, my wife and my dog.
I am a pariah cause the thieves said I am Mr V. Greedy

So hallelujah to all the Class Warriors and all their supporters
Congratulations to all the hard workers who managed to hold on
to their without visits from those nice hard working thieves
Well done to those lovely Social Engineers who turn successes
into failures, unemployed, unloved and still Mr V Greedy
A big hand to all our Racists brothers
who killed ambition, hope and Progress and put black man where
they are destined to be,
Unemployed, on their knees, a drain on the society with a bad name
My name is Mr Very Greedy, I am glad to know you.......